I Have Come To End This Fight

Episode 41. multilevel (3)

Gunter Irons’s mind was broken by the sight unfolding before his eyes.

How should I express this?

How could this happen?

‘here… Is this the beginning of the forest that I know of?’

It was only natural to ask such a question.

How can you look at that scene and not have a question?

“Wait, wait! You there, don’t cut in line!”

“Ah, I can’t sell things at that price.”

“… Don’t do that, just shave it off a little bit.”

About a dozen reserve jockeys gathered in threes and fives.

A sloppy seat made by splitting wood.

And even the things that go on top of it.

Seeing this, Gunther naturally thought of a word.

‘market?’

The spectacle of buying and selling and bargaining was certainly appropriate to call a market.

But the problem is… … .

‘… This is the forest of beginnings?’

It wouldn’t be strange if they were fighting each other to take possession of things right now, but how could they be so casual?

‘What’s going on?’

When Gunther was lost, the boy with him tugged at his sleeve.

“Come on, this way!”

Gunther didn’t reject the hand pulling him and was dragged away without hesitation.

After walking a little like that, the boy waved his hand loudly in one direction.

“Eric!”

The man called Eric was none other than the boy who first ate tosaba from Yuri.

In just 10 days, Eric got away from the nasty look he had when he first met Yuri and now returned to a more human-like appearance.

Not only did he look clean, but his eyes seemed to have regained his self-confidence.

“huh?”

When Eric looked away, the boy who brought Gunther smiled brightly and shouted.

“We have a new guest!”

After saying that, the boy tapped Gunter on the shoulder.

While Gunther stayed still to assess the situation, the boy held out his hand to Eric.

“I want to receive an allowance.”

“Are you already full of your quota?”

“Oh, this one is the last one.”

At that, Eric took out the wooden board next to him and examined it.

“see… Was your name Dennis Wayne?”

“huh.”

“Dennis Wayne… Ah, here it is. This is just the 6th.”

Eric asked Dennis, adding a line next to the name Dennis he found on the woodblock.

“Then what will you get paid for? food? Or something else?”

“With food, of course.”

“A great choice.”

Eric nodded, placed a fairly thick tosaba in the boy’s hand, and winked one eye.

“I’m a regular who brought 6 people, so this time I chose the larger one with a bit of care.”

“oh? thank you!”

“Thank you, I am more grateful. I wish you good luck in the future.”

“okay!”

Dennis waved lightly and walked away.

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Meanwhile, Gunther is bewildered by what is happening with him by his side.

‘me… Did you sell it?’

Is this openly human trafficking?

And is it you who was sold through that human trafficking?

What the hell is this?

When Gunther looked extremely confused, Erik smiled in understanding.

“How are you?”

“Just now… what is that?”

“Just now?”

“A guy named Dennis… Did you sell me?”

“ah! that? It’s not like that.”

“Then what?”

“hmm… I got some kind of commission. When an existing customer brings in a new customer, they get paid by me. If you bring in two new customers, you can get paid for the items you want.”

“… Isn’t that what people usually call human trafficking?”

“Oh, no different! We do not harm you, but rather help.”

“help?”

“Here you can get the things you need to survive. If only you could pay the price.”

Saying that, Eric took out a tosaba from his pocket and showed it to me.

“This is called tosaba, and it tastes amazing when you bake it, but if you eat a couple of them, it’s enough for one meal. The price is 150 silver coins per root!”

Then Eric pointed to one side with his finger.

“Over there they sell well-dried firewood in a bundle of 10 for 200 silver coins, and that guy sells flint for 100 silver coins. and… … .”

Erik, slightly dazed, glanced at Gunther’s outfit.

Even though the exam has already entered the 20th day, he seems to be able to afford something.

In response, Eric noticed that Gunther was no ordinary person.

His eyes twinkled and he whispered in Gunther’s ear.

“… There are also luxury items.”

“Luxury items?”

“1,500 silver coins per bird. And 2,000 silver coins for a piece of stone and wood.”

Gunther was speechless when he heard that not only meat but also honey could be obtained by type.

Eric’s smile grew even thicker at Gunther’s reaction.

“There is a bit of a unit price, but… Do you think you can live long enough? how is it? Are you interested? Just tell me if you have it, and I will save you.”

Gunther didn’t show a big reaction to the tone as if it was a special opportunity only for you.

Instead, he wanted to understand the situation a little more.

“… Just think about it.”

“Then then, it’s not a penny or two, but you have to be careful. Don’t worry too much though. Although it is a high-end item, there are more people looking for it than expected, so it runs out quickly.”

“I get it.”

“Oh, and… … .”

“… … ?”

“You also come to me if you bring in a new new customer. I’m in charge of managing new clients. If you bring in two new customers, a tosaba is your allowance.”

“… Note it.”

Gunther gave a short nod, and struck Eric before he could say anything more.

“Oh, there are a few things I want to ask you.”

“What?”

“Since when have you been selling things here?”

“hmm… It hasn’t been a few days since I’ve been properly established, but if I were to ask you when, it would have been around ten days.”

“… ten days? You sold something here for ten days? Where the hell do you get all those things from?”

Eric flinched at Gunther’s question.

he said, hardening his expression.

“If you ask me to tell you about someone else’s business fund, write it. The items sold here are normal, so don’t worry and go and have a look.”

Eric responded rather coldly and shoved Gunther on the back with a face as if he didn’t want to comment further.

Gunter was pushed towards the clearing like that.

Soon, a strange light flashed in his eyes as he started snooping here and there.

‘Here… It’s not a market, it’s a store.’

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Mainly traded items necessary for survival, including food.

It was not just a little bit, but enough for dozens of people to use.

Gunther couldn’t help but admire how he gradually understood how this place worked.

‘That’s amazing.’

The key elements of the store he identified were all three.

First, the bulk of the stuff.

‘We are selling food and items that can be used by at least a dozen people at the same time. Where the hell do all these things come from?’

Second, publicity and customers visiting the store.

‘You don’t have to advertise… It is a method in which a customer who visits a store once brings another customer to attract new customers.’

Third, safety.

‘This is the only place that will provide a stable supply of food until the exam is over… Other reserve jockeys will also want to stay here. It’s a necessary place for them too.’

If they just give up on competing for each other’s silver coins, they will be able to easily pass the test subject of ‘survival’ that was raised in the cradle in the first place.

If you pass that test, you can become a real 50th jockey, not a reserve jockey, so it seemed that most of the reserve jockeys wanted this shop to continue to exist.

That kind of mentality was bigger for those with lower skills, so they were pretending to be the guards of the store without anyone telling them to.

Realizing this, Gunther stuck out his tongue.

‘Even though it’s a shop run in a fist-fighting way, it’s never easy to make all the elements fit together in a balanced way.’

So it was even greater.

The fact that they created a store with this system in just 10 days.

‘Even though this store is a system that cannot be maintained for long… … .’

Even if the goods are continuously supplied, the amount of silver coins released in the Beginning Forest is limited.

It was a structure that had no choice but to close down because the goods that could be distributed would run out one day.

‘But until the exam is over?’

At that level, it should be able to operate well enough.

Perhaps the creator of this place was aiming for it.

To be precise, the goal of the owner of this place would be to earn a large amount of silver coins in a short period of time.

‘Who the hell?’

Gunther’s gaze scanned the reserve riders using the shop.

A few of them came into his field of vision.

‘Three people, including a guy named Eric… They are the heart of this store.’

Eric takes care of new clients.

And the other two were playing the role of selling goods on a regular basis.

A few others seemed to be helping them, but the key people were three, including Eric.

It was because I felt that a great current was rolling around them.

‘But considering the quantity sold here… It won’t end with the three of them.’

How can you digest the quantity released here with just three?

I thought that there must be people who would collect the quantity separately.

‘Joe who gathers and Joe who sells. Most likely this store is a place they created in collaboration.’

A shop where several prospective jockeys are co-owners.

Gunther was confident in his thoughts.

Not only him, but anyone else would have thought that.

Somebody would have collected this much stock only one person.

Can you guess that there is only one owner who built this system?

And even the owner of the store… … .

“Eric, I brought you something here!”

“Uh, Sue, good job.”

“I’ll put this over there!”

“That, yes… … .”

No one expected him to be a dark-haired boy diligently doing chores.

The multi-level store created by glass continued its business successfully on the outskirts of the Forest of Beginnings.

After that, time flowed like running water and ran towards the end of the test.

Along with that, Yuri’s bag of silver coins grew thicker.

* * *

There was one thing Yuri misunderstood about the cradle.

That is, the cradle did not monitor the reserve jockey’s every move, everything.

There are a total of 503 reserve riders.

In order to keep an eye on all of them, one black swordsman had to be attached to each reserve rider, and since the mission had to continue for a month, a shift was also needed.

If that’s the case, you’ll probably need thousands of people.

The Black Swordsmen, who were on missions across the continent, always suffered from manpower shortages, so they could not recruit such a large-scale manpower just to keep an eye on the reserve riders.

In response, Yoram only periodically grasped the rough trends of the reserve riders, and even that ended with handing out silver coin pouches.

Because the guards were withdrawn like that, Yoram couldn’t immediately notice Yuri’s eccentricity.

It was only when they noticed one or more signs that they noticed this.

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More symptoms are… … .

“Why isn’t it ringing?”

It was that the bell to inform that there was a dropout, the ‘conflict of bugs’, did not ring.

Of course, the bell rang once on the 10th day, but that was done by a one-eyed man to shake the hearts of prospective jockeys.

The problem was that no one had hit the bell after that.

There were differences from rider to rider, but more or less stragglers had occurred by now.

It is unprecedented that not a single person appears.

In particular, when silver coins were distributed and competition intensified, the rate at which stragglers occurred also accelerated.

However, even after a long time passed after the silver coins were distributed, there was not a single dropout?

This obviously meant something was wrong.

In response, the one-eyed man sent the black swordsmen into the forest.

And it wasn’t long before he came across an astonishing report.

“… What did you say?”

In response to the one-eyed man’s question, the reporter also answered with a slightly awkward tone.

“Some reserve riders… Doing business in the Forest of Beginnings… I was doing it.”

“her… … ?”

The one-eyed man vomited empty wind for the first time in a long time.

It didn’t mean that it was absurd.

“So you’re saying that Ha-ra isn’t messing around and playing around with the silver coins I gave you?”

The problem was that the joke wasn’t just a joke.

Aren’t silver coins, which should be used for the purpose of competition, openly being used for economic activities?

The more I dig into it, the more revealing the spectacle is.

“Three guys run the store, but the source of the item is unclear?”

For several days, I had the Black Swordsman watch the ‘place named as a store’.

However, stuff kept coming in from somewhere, but no one knew where it came from.

The amount sold per day was by no means small, but even the Black Swordsmen in charge of surveillance couldn’t figure out where all that stuff was coming from.

‘Amount that can be used by 10 people a day is released. The amount released so far is enough to hit hundreds of people, but I can’t even find the source?’

How carefully he acted, so even the Black Swordsmen didn’t notice.

The moment he clicked his tongue, a scene passed through the one-eyed man’s mind.

The appearance of a cave that was stockpiled enough for hundreds of people to use.

As soon as he guessed who the hidden culprit was, the one-eyed man’s lips went up.

‘It’s that guy.’

only that guy

Otherwise, who would be able to handle that much volume?

Perhaps the guy named Yuri puts the three wrong guys on the front and takes most of the profits for himself.

The man who realized a fact that no one else knew, said one word as if he was dumbfounded.

“Ha, that bastard.”

The first evaluation the one-eyed man gave to Yuri was just ‘interesting guy’.

However, due to this incident, the evaluation of Yuri was upgraded to ‘person of interest’.

On the other hand, I found out who the culprit was, but the one-eyed man did not interfere with the affairs of the forest.

It was definitely not in Yoram’s plan that there were no dropouts.

Even so, the cradle did not take any action.

Why?

It was a problem that could be solved anyway, even if I didn’t have to use my hands now.

‘Yes, let’s go wild, the real test will start now.’

However, some changes to the plan were necessary.

“Schedule a little ahead. Call the children.”

The one-eyed man’s order was given and some time passed.

Two days left before the end of the one-month survival test.

A black ship entered the dock.

a while after that.

The one-eyed man announces with a cruel smile.

“As of the present time… … .”

It’s a festival for some.

It was a signal announcing that a stage that would become hell for some people was unfolding.

“The dragons begin to change.”