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Supreme Greed System: I Trade Everything

Harassed by loan sharks, drowning in debt, and at the limit of his tolerance towards life – that was how Randolph had lived – until a rather strange encounter with a demon propels him into the belly of a world completely foreign to him, along with his new life. He has only a small window of opportunity to make his life not only better, but beyond all human understanding. Utilizing the demonic magicks of trade, he must now worm his way between the different factions of the world, bargaining his way to supremacy. Arrogance and naivety gone from his eyes, replaced only with cunning. The lifeblood that drips down his back shall be replaced by his target's. He will become a true demon, to rise by hook or crook. [Generate Contract] ------------------ DISCLAIMER: This novel is not meant to portray any real groups or organizations negatively. Nor is it meant to reflect any real life events, happenings, or people. It is complete fiction, solely for the sake of entertainment.

BelethBeleth · Urban
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71 Chs

Gaining Experience

It was on second glance that Randolph changed his mind. While he couldn't tell the specific stats of a person at first glance, it was obvious that a logical inference could be made based on sight.

Basically, the skinny man in front of him probably had a high constitution.

Calling him skinny would be doing him injustice. He was more like lean, his body neither lanky nor lacking nutrition. His skin was supple and his complexion vibrant. Overall, he appeared very healthy, as if he took very good care of his appearance.

As for the other man, while his strength didn't seem as exaggerated as Arnold's, his body appeared well-defined. His muscles weren't all focused on his arms or legs, but rather spread throughout his body. But he made Randolph feel slightly weary, as he had a mean look, a lot like a thug's.

"Hello, you two. Has Arnold briefed you two on what we're all here for?" Randolph put on a stern look as he addressed the two men.

"…"