Nameless King

"I want to sell something. You said you were not only a bartender and informer but also a merchant."

"Sure, I can buy stuff from you, but don't offer me junk that isn't even worth a few Void Souls. I won't consider something like that as a value." Sven said seriously.

Sven was more connected to the World of Darkness than most living beings and had unique abilities that he could only use in this bar. He could not offer the energy of the World of Darkness something useless and get Void Souls for it. This feature also eliminated the possibility of the merchant charging unequal prices.

"Don't worry. It may not be heavenly treasure, but you shouldn't be disappointed." Wain said, and the Ring of Damned glowed.

A variety of different weapons spilled out onto the barstool. There was everything from small knives to massive halberds and maces. The blades of swords and sharp katanas gleamed and exuded a deadly aura.

Next to the weapons lay several pieces of armor. Some were bulky that would suit warriors relying on strength, others were light and agile.

"Hmm, to be honest, I'm a little disappointed." Sven muttered, "Don't get me wrong. This amount of gear is impressive, but there isn't a single thing here even with a Legendary Rating."

'Even...?'

"Okay. Give me some time, and I'll tell you the final price."

Wain provided over thirty pieces of various gear. Even an experienced appraiser would need at least ten minutes to examine each item closely.

Sven closed his eyes and concentrated. His aura intensified, and he opened his eyes. It glowed brightly for a second and then went out.

"Well, considering that everything here is Second Chronicle gear, I'll give you thirty thousand Void Soul. That's my best and only offer."

"Oh, that's more than I expected."

"Huh, you're just still inexperienced at this and don't fully understand how much money some people have. Thirty thousand is just a drop in the ocean."

"I understand, I agree."

Sven nodded, and the space beside him trembled. A small dimensional rift opened in the air where all the weapons and armor went. In return, thousands of souls flew out of it and headed toward Wain.

"How nice to get so many souls at once." Wain muttered.

"Don't you want to buy some new cigarettes? As far as I know, you're a big fan."

"No, I haven't run out of old ones yet. There's too much going on lately and no time for that. Okay, I'll see you later."

"Sure, come back anytime at any hour." Sven said with a slight smile on his face.

Wain nodded and headed for the exit.

He had accomplished his goal and was ready to move on. He got rid of the extra junk, but it wasn't enough to feel confident in the first auction after the merging of worlds. Wain had a lot of work to do before the auction began.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Suddenly the bar trembled.

Wain was puzzled. He thought this bar was the quietest and most peaceful place in the world since it was run by Sven. Wain turned around as he thought Sven was the cause, but he had an indifferent face. He had nothing to do with it.

The shaking intensified, and the door on the right side of the bar slowly opened. Inside stepped a tall girl with long purple hair and blue eyes. She was wearing light, luxurious black armor.

The girl looked up at Wain and pounced on him. He instantly found it hard to breathe and felt his heart gradually clench.

'What's going on...?!'

Wain tried to attack, but he couldn't even budge. The girl was too strong, and only the strength of her aura could defeat Wain.

Tremble.

Wain's Soul Altar began to shake, and then Sven snapped his finger.

The pressure completely disappeared, and the bar returned to normal.

"Sven, what are you doing?" The girl frowned.

"That's for me to ask you. Why are you attacking him? You're on different levels. Your battle is unfair."

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about! I sensed the aura of a human and headed here to destroy him. Sven, have you lost your mind and have no honor left? How can you work with a human, much less protect him."

Sven answered nothing. He looked at the girl calmly. There was nothing in his eyes, only emptiness, and indifference.

Then Sven's gaze fell on the dirt stuck to the floor beside the girl.

He squinted his eyes and smiled weakly.

"Listen carefully. I don't care what he is, whether he's a demon, a human, a fucking god. Anyone who comes to this bar is a guest first and foremost, but there's one exception, and that's pigs like you."

"What did you say?!" The girl became angry, and her eyes filled with blood. Her hands were covered in purple flames, and she was about to attack Sven.

"Shut your mouth." Sven's words echoed, and the girl went numb.

Her condition was many times worse than Wain's before. Goosebumps ran down her body, and the purple fire slowly went out.

"What's going on...? Why can't I move?"

"You came into my bar without permission or invitation. You attacked my regular guest and dared to stain the floor. You don't seem to understand something. I am king and god in this place!" Sven's voice boomed through the bar like a thunderous roar. From it, the space trembled.

The girl was scared, but she still found the strength to smile defiantly, "Now what? Sven, you're a hermit and can't stand to be disturbed, but you've stayed away too long. Do you really think you can go on like this?"

"Of course. Ignorant animals like you still haven't understood that the strong make the rules. You're right I haven't been out in public for too long. Which makes insects like you think they can invade my bar and stay alive."

Sven's aura changed. It began to emanate from him, the aura looked like phantom black flames. Sven's eyes became as cold as glaciers, and then the girl's heart was seized with boundless terror.