Martial Online.



"Ngh..." Ambrose stopped walking on the dirt road and looked at the heavy bag he was carrying with an uncomfortable look. 'Hmm, I wish I had a way to sell most of my useless things so I can store this in my inventory...'

After thinking about that, he realized that there actually might be a way to do that!

He opened his inventory and pulled out the Merchant Whistle.

It had been quite a while since he acquired it, yet he hadn't used it!

'Right, I could use this now.' He thought and dropped the bag to the ground.

Before leaving the Honorable Temple, he had picked up all his stuff from Zhen's cottage, which made his inventory quite full.

It also reminded him of how much useless stuff he had.

'Let's see what I should sell.' He sat on top of the bag and began scrolling through his inventory.

'Hmm, I have a wooden spear, an iron spear, and some basic pants. Then there is some longsword—who knows how long I had it—and a pair of worn-out boots.'

He then looked down at his hand and at the Ring of Nature.

This was a very valuable object, which increases the effectiveness of meditation by 50%.

That's why he always meditated outside in nature.

Unfortunately, he couldn't bring it outside into the real world, or he would use it constantly.

'This could probably sell for a lot of silver, but it's very valuable to me, and it doesn't take up any space in inventory, so selling this is a big no.'

He then turned back to the inventory.

'One wooden sword, my original sword, which I acquired when I began playing for the first time... I don't want to sell it; it's way too valuable.

'I just have to sell those useless spears and clothes I don't use. Maybe I can somehow lighten up the bag as well.'

He put the items he planned to sell on the ground, then stood up and opened the bag.

It had a lot of food inside and spare clothes, which included the baige-colored robe.

'Food... food... food... huh, what is this?' Ambrose frowned and took out a worn-out piece of parchment paper.

"Mortal Style?"

Ambrose read the front text out loud and curiously unfolded it, then began reading through it.

As he read, his eyes slowly began widening as he realized it was a style scroll!

"This is a swordsmanship-specialized style scroll, and its name is Mortal Style!" Ambrose skimmed through it with excitement. "How did this end up in my bag?"

As he thought about it, he realized there was only one way.

"Some of these look familiar..." He remembered the old grandmaster doing a few of these moves before. "Master... he gave his style scroll to me?"

It meant that his master believed he was ready to learn swordsmanship.

It was an incredible honor.

In time, Ambrose wanted to create his own style and had already begun creating it, but he still lacked a lot of skills.

While many players were very happy with three or four skills already, he wanted much more.

Way more.

This style scroll contained nearly fifty swordsmanship skills, and they were now all his!

'These are skills that seem to fit my dual-wielding, even though not perfectly.' He thought and then folded the paper before hugging it against his chest.

He swore to learn all these skills and do justice to this style.

'Now, I have fifty new skills, but I have to learn all of them. Once I have arrived in the town, I'll find time to learn them.'

He was curious how Mortal Style would fare against his own skills.

After folding the parchment paper, he carefully stored it inside his inventory and then tossed the bag filled with food and spare clothes inside.

It barely fit, making the inventory completely full.

He looked at the Merchant Whistle in his hand and put his lips on the mouthpiece, then blew into it.

Whistle—the sound of a whistle flew out into the air.

Ambrose looked around and suddenly heard heavenly bells echo behind him.

As he turned around, he was surprised to see a merchant vendor standing behind a stall filled with colorful trinkets and treasures.

The merchant wore a calming smile, and his braided gray beard looked rather unique.

In his round ears, he wore intricate gold earrings that sparkled in the sunlight.

The gold earrings looked expensive and seemed to hold mysterious powers.

"I heard a calling, and here I am!" The merchant clapped his hands with a smile. "My name is Merchant Sethelean, and I specialize in trading and selling rare and valuable jewelry."

"Ah, hello." Ambrose nodded and picked up the stuff from the ground while awkwardly saying his name. "My name is... ugh, Ambrose."

After standing upright after picking up the stuff from the ground, he placed the useless stuff on the stall's counter and said.

"And I wish to sell these!"

"Right away, sir." Merchant Sethelean said and examined the items.

It took barely five seconds until he said the price.

"331 silvers."

"Mm, alright." Ambrose didn't really care much and accepted the offer.

'I have nearly 54 thousand silvers; let's see whether he sells anything I could use.'

"You said you were selling jewelry?"

"Yes, sir." The merchant Sethelean took out various collections of different earrings, rings, and necklaces from his display case.

"Hmm, what does this do?" Ambrose pointed at a black ring with a mysterious symbol etched into it.

"It increases the wielder's appetite."

'What use does that have?' Ambrose felt his eyebrow twitching. "What about this?"

This time, he pointed at a small vial filled with a bright blue liquid.

It was hidden behind the colorful trinkets but looked valuable.

"It is a special spice for cooking. Apparently, a well-known chef known for his inventive flavor combinations created it. 

"This vial contains the blood of the Sea Jellyfish and the Cave Slime's destroyed body."

'That sounds disgusting.' Ambrose sighed and scratched his head. "What are the most useful ones for swordsmen?"

"Depends on the usefulness." The merchant, Sethelean, chuckled, then opened a drawer and brought two silver earrings out.

The silver earrings were crescent-shaped with an engraving of a sword in them. It looked like those earrings would make a perfect accessory for a swordsman.

"These earrings go below your ear; they hug your earlobe and add a touch of elegance to any outfit."

'This looks like something those delinquents use, but these are sure cool.' Ambrose crossed his arms and asked. "What do they do?"

Sethelean smiled and replied. "They make you look very nice when you are fighting."

"Huh?" Ambrose frowned. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"Not at all." Sethelean chuckled, and innocent put his arms up in the air. "While wearing these, your opponents will feel intimidated, and the opposite sex will feel attracted."

"So, you don't have anything remotely useful?" Ambrose asked, clicking his tongue in disappointment.

"Haha, not quite. But hey, at least you'll look good!"

"Sheesh..." Ambrose massaged his temples.

"Will you buy these? It's 5,000 silvers each!" Sethelean smiled.

"You might as well rob me." Ambrose laughed mockingly. "Get the fuck out of here. Can I sell this whistle to you? I don't want this anymore."

"Haha, that won't do!" Sethelean grinned. "Since it's your first time purchase, I will give you a 500 silver discount, now being only at 4,500 silvers!"

"No thanks!" Ambrose waved his hand and began walking away.

"Wait!"

"Ugh." Ambrose rolled his eyes and turned back to the merchant. "What?"

"3,000 silvers each, and you get this for extra." Sethelean brought out a necklace with a sparkling ruby pendant.

It looked very beautiful, and any woman would immediately swoon over it.

"What use this has?" Ambrose asked while curiously approaching the stall.

"It makes whoever wears this look extra beautiful!" Sethelean laughed.

"Fuck this." Ambrose massaged his temples. "So, these artifacts of yours only increase the physical attraction of the wielder?"

"Haha, if you like to think so!"

"If I buy it, will you sell something better next time?" Ambrose asked with a twitching lip.

"Of course, the customer's wish is my wish!" Sethelean proudly declared with a smile.

"Sigh, fine." Ambrose tossed a pouch worth 6,000 silvers and then snatched the two silver earrings and the necklace before walking away.

"It was nice doing business with you!" Sethelean waved his hand and then vanished into a mist, as if he were never there to begin with.

"6,000 silvers for this trash!" Ambrose looked at the things on his hand with a scoff.

After adding the necklace to his nearly full inventory, he put the silver earrings on each of his ears.

Without realizing it, his posture and overall atmosphere changed drastically.

He now exuded an air of confidence and sophistication.

No one would want to pick a fight with him, as it was clear that he would win.

This was a power of intimidation and attraction.