The Dark Merchant (4)

The Climber Gallery was already flooded with posts about a single person—Yu Dong Geomhee. She had become the undisputed idol of the forum, the center of everyone's attention.

So what was this idol doing right now?

“...Haa.”

I tossed my phone far away and threw myself onto the bed. Completely naked.

The cool, soft texture of the sheets against my bare skin wrapped my whole body in a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gentle embrace.

“Mmm...”

It was because I didn't have a single piece of clothing—not even underwear. The only women's clothes I could wear were currently spinning in the washing machine...

Among the three basic necessities of life—clothing, food, and shelter—I was currently lacking in both clothing and food.

Of course, it wasn't like I had zero options for covering myself.

I pulled something like a black cloak out of my inventory.

A black cloak that covered my entire body. It was something I'd found in Yeom Cheon-woo's inventory yesterday after killing him. Along with a bunch of other random junk. All his equipment had been destroyed during our fight, so none of it was wearable.

“Haa...”

With no other choice, I picked up my phone again and logged back into the Climber Gallery.

Right after I posted, my phone dinged.

A private message had arrived through the gallery app.

ㅇㅅㅇ. One of the famous dark merchants active in the gallery. He had a strict set of rules, and he absolutely refused to trade with anyone who tried to break them.

I tapped the screen with my fingernail and replied.

That was why I wasn't using regular clothing stores or online shopping malls. I didn't know my own measurements, but Tower equipment usually adjusted to fit my body perfectly. Especially underwear. I had no idea what my three sizes were. And I definitely didn't want to go to a lingerie store to get measured.

Below the message were photos of the clothes.

A blouse woven from fibers that looked like white glass flames. A short miniskirt that seemed to be woven from gathered darkness itself. A pure white cloak with incredibly complex magic formulas engraved on it.

“...”

The moment I saw them, one thought filled my mind.

They're beautiful. I want them. These would look amazing on me.

Since they're mid-floor equipment, their defense should be pretty decent too, right? At the very least, I wouldn't die from a random hit in the lower floors.

With my heart racing, I typed back excitedly.

“...”

My excitement died instantly. How much money did I have left? There had been about 200 million in cash in that old man's inventory, and I'd gotten another 200 million from selling the accessories... so roughly 400 million remaining.

“...”

What should I do? The clothes in the photos seemed to be reaching out to me. Please buy me. Master, save me. They looked like they were crying out.

“Ugh...”

But there was no way... I thought as I buried my face in my pillow.

Then—

Ding—!

I answered in a panic. The other person went silent for a moment. Then, about three minutes later—

“...”

I thought about it for a moment. But the longer I thought, the clearer my decision became. There was only one answer.

I'd never had my picture taken in this body before... but I figured I'd manage somehow. Right?

I sent him my address through the Telegram ID he gave me. The package arrived in less than thirty minutes.

While I waited, I cleaned up the chicken box I'd been eating from and opened the delivery. Inside the box that was almost my size was an absolutely ridiculous amount of clothes. And three separately packaged outfits on top.

“...”

I tore open the packaging and lifted the pure white blouse with both hands. The fluorescent light shining through the white fabric completely filled my vision.

“...Hehe.”

I didn't have to wear those annoying panties anymore. What a relief. The charm increase from the top was also an incredibly good option for me...

There was only one problem.

The equipment automatically dressed itself on my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠body. That was another great thing about Tower gear—you could put it on and take it off with just a thought.

“...Is this how you do it?”

I opened the camera app and took photos making sure my face didn't show.

“This angle is a bit off... this one's a little blurry.”

I carefully picked out the best ones among them.

“Ugh, damn... I don't think I take good pictures.”

It wasn't completely satisfying... but I'd already made her wait an hour. Muttering to myself, I pressed send.

Yu Sowol, the Guild Leader of Baekya Guild—one of Korea's top five guilds—and the owner of Hotten, the country's largest women's clothing shopping mall.

She stared at the photos that had appeared on her phone and let out a silent scream of joy.

“...Wow.”

With an expression of pure disbelief, she forced her frozen fingers to move and typed a reply.

Her eyes literally burned as she stared at her phone screen.

A boy who had been watching her muttered with a look of utter disbelief.

“If only you put that much passion into guild work...”

“Shut up.”

“...”

In the silent guild master's office, the only sound was Yu Sowol tapping on her phone screen with her fingernail.

Yu Sowol was at a complete loss for words.

“...This little chaos gremlin.”

As a five-year veteran of the gallery, she knew exactly how to deal with trolls. The answer was to troll them even harder.

Her opponent's trolling power was on another level.