Chapter 252
Chapter 252
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 252
Chapter Title: Sky Island (2)
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# 252
Sky Island (2)
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Rokan had spent a full week just winning over the Join tribe. But it didn’t feel like a complete waste of time.
[Amazing feat! Your reputation among the Join tribe has changed to Interest.]
[You have acquired the title ‘Recipient of Heavenly Interest.’]
[First][Recipient of Heavenly Interest][Magic]
You are the first visitor to receive the interest of the heavenly realm.
You are the first to acquire this title.
[Effects]
-You gain advantages in favorability and reputation with heavenly realm residents.
This place wasn’t quite the heavens yet, but it seemed the Join tribe was recognized as heavenly realm residents.
‘Maybe they exist in the heavens too.’
Or perhaps there were Join tribe members up there as well.
Once he’d used up about a third of his prepared ingredients, Rokan closed his food stall.
He still had plenty of spices left, but he had no intention of selling them off separately. With those, he figured he could have some fun even in the heavens proper.
So while he shut down the food business, he opened a different stall in its place.
“Oh, I have to buy this!”
“To sell such beautiful items... This guy can’t be human, right?”
“I’ve seen the heavenly tribe with something similar!”
“It’s not a fake, and at this price? Amazing! Hey, let me buy this one!”
The next stall was none other than ‘accessories.’
Weapons and armor—unique-grade items like those were plentiful now, and with Rokan’s wealth, he could have stocked up on them easily. But there was a reason he’d brought almost no equipment items.
The gear specs here were far superior.
‘Selling humanoid equipment to the Join tribe would be ridiculous anyway.’
Besides, gear for near-human races didn’t suit them.
They had bird heads but human-like limbs, yet their wings were tricky to accommodate. And the fields here were level 350 zones.
Even casually dropped gear was high master-grade, so no matter how top-tier Rokan’s earthly equipment was, it’d be like rags.
Knowing that, Rokan had brought a different kind of item.
‘Heh.’
He chuckled lightly as they sold like hotcakes.
Among the accessories Rokan had brought—rings, earrings, bracelets, and such—there were quite a few ‘pet supplies.’
For a superior race like the Join tribe to adorn themselves with items that turned them into pets? Quite the irony.
Wearing them didn’t actually make them Rokan’s pets or anything, but seeing them deck themselves out with collars and decorative pet gear made it impossible for him not to smirk.
[Your reputation among the Join tribe has changed from Interest to Favor.]
[Accumulated coins have surpassed 10,000.]
[Accumulated coins have surpassed 50,000.]
[Accumulated coins have surpassed 100,000.]
Thanks to that, Rokan raked in coins nonstop.
As equipment-related goods, the money pouring in dwarfed what he’d made from cheap food.
Coins.
They weren’t just used by the Join tribe.
As the heavenly realm’s universal currency, coins would help Rokan accomplish a great deal going forward.
Even on a first visit, wasn’t it natural to receive good treatment with enough money?
‘But the real moneymaker is something else.’
The true windfall was just beginning.
After several days where over half the accessories and pet supplies sold out, Rokan brought out a new item.
And very specially, he even set aside a separate space just for it.
[Beauty Potion]
It was the debut of the beauty potion among the Join tribe—the one he’d once had alchemists mass-produce instead of killing them.
‘This doesn’t discriminate by race.’
Potions worked regardless of race.
Recovery potions had the opposite effect on undead due to their undead nature, but other mana potions worked fine, so they weren’t inherently incompatible.
And beauty potions.
Already selling steadily on earth, mainly to NPCs, their effects were proven.
The desire to look cool and beautiful was universal across races, wasn’t it?
Even during wartime, requests had come through various channels from other races—and even the Black Dragon Legion side—for beauty potions. Rokan was confident.
‘This’ll sell.’
So he priced it sky-high.
“Eek? What’s this, so expensive!”
“A sip’s worth of potion for 50,000 coins? Even on special?”
50,000 coins.
From poking around village shops and inns, Rokan knew 1 coin was roughly equivalent to 1 copper. 50,000 coins was about 5 gold.
The heavenly realm had exchange offices for earthly gold, but factoring in fees, you’d need at least 7-8 gold for 50,000 coins—making its value even higher.
Depending on ‘reputation,’ fees could double to 10 gold, so each beauty potion was priced at around 10 gold’s worth.
Considering you needed multiple doses for full effect—and they sold for 3-4 gold each on earth now—it was ruthless profiteering.
But so what?
‘That’s the beauty of a monopoly.’
Only Rokan had beauty potions to sell.
From past life memories, maxing alchemy near master might let someone discover the recipe, but that was a pipe dream.
Alchemy was one of the hardest support professions to level, and even then, special recipes like beauty potions didn’t just pop up.
“Kyak! You scammer!”
At first, the Join tribe eyed Rokan differently.
They’d liked him selling accessories honestly, but this absurd price sparked suspicion, dropping favorability.
[Your reputation among the Join tribe has changed from Favor to Interest.]
‘...Should I do free samples?’
Sales stalled, and his hard-earned reputation dipped.
It was still okay for now. But further drops would make things dire.
In the worst case, Rokan eyed the crowd, even considering free samples for a few.
‘Damn! They all look the same—can’t tell who’s ugly.’
He’d hoped to transform the ugliest for dramatic effect, but their race’s aesthetics were lost on him.
As he sighed inwardly, a plump Join tribe member waddled toward the special discount stall.
“Hohohong, the skewers were delicious, so I’ll give it a try. Can’t get much prettier, but oh well!”
‘Huh?’
Flashy wings gave her away, but Rokan recognized her anyway.
‘The one who devoured twenty skewers. Wait, a female?’
She’d drawn interest with her eating show at the start, and she’d bought several pet items recently too. Rokan flashed a sales smile.
“Excellent choice. But this beauty potion needs about three doses for full effect...”
“Oh? Then I’ll take five. If it really works, that’s a steal. But if not...”
“Uh, here you go.”
Truth be told, types like her were scarier. Spending coins freely meant wealth—and likely power. Crossing her could bring backlash.
So Rokan handed over five vials, meeting her hawk-sharp gaze.
Poof, plop plop plop plop. Gulp, glug glug glug!
‘Whoa.’
One-shot!
She downed all five in one go right there.
It was like prying open her throat and pouring.
Fwa