Sand Mage of the Burnt Desert - Chapter 401



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Episode 401

When Zeon held the talisman, he felt a strange tingling sensation in his fingertips.

“This is a good luck charm?”

“Yeah! They say that if you put it up in your house, the four gods will bring you good luck. What do you think? Are you interested?”

“Do you remember the person who sold this?”

“He looked to be in his fifties, and he had a large burn on his cheek. Why?”

“No. I’ll buy this. How much is it?”

“Just give me a hundred sol.”

“Are you crazy? You want me to give you a hundred sol for a piece of paper like this?”

“Hehe! I said it’s a good luck charm. If you don’t want to get scammed, just leave.”

“Let’s do that.”

Zeon stood up without hesitation, putting down the bundle of talismans. Then, the master’s expression changed completely.

“Oh my! Why are you so impatient? Just go when I tell you to go?”

“Don’t play around, I don’t have time.”

“Then eighty sol.”

“This guy really… … .”

“Seventy, no, I did it for you. Just give me sixty. Anything more than that is a loss for me. If you don’t like it, just leave.”

“Sixty Sol? Okay!”

“Then seventy… … .”

“Are you going to keep nagging me like this? Just go?”

“No! Sixty Sol. Okay!”

Zeon took sixty soles out of his bosom and paid them.

The owner who received the money sighed deeply.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve met such a filthy, picky person. He’s got nothing left to offer. Seriously!”

“But you must have had at least twice as much left over. Don’t act like you’re being unfair.”

Zeon answered with a smirk.

I’m sure he bought it at an absurd price from the person who came to sell this amulet.

The black market was that kind of place.

They are a slap in the face to both the buyer and the seller… … .

Here, the victim was treated as a loser.

Zeon said it was double, but it may have actually made more profit. No, it definitely would.

Still, the reason why Zeon compromised with 60 solo was because he thought that the master would not be too upset and he himself would not be too upset.

As Zeon had expected, the shop owner smiled and said.

“I thought you were a hawk, but you’re actually a hawk. Hehe!”

“Then go ahead and put the blame on other people.”

“Okay! Bye.”

The shop owner waved his hand as if he was annoyed.

Zeon left the store with a smile.

Zeon, who had arrived at a place a little distance from the store, looked at the talisman he was holding in his hand.

Fire! Fire!

Invisible sparks were flying.

There’s no harm done other than a tingling sensation in the fingertips, but it feels pretty gross.

The shop owner was an ordinary person, so he didn’t seem to sense any aura, but an Awakened person with sensitive senses like Zeon would feel an unpleasant feeling from the amulet.

“It seems like a talisman that brings bad luck, not good luck.”

Jeon didn’t know what the text on the amulet said. Nevertheless, he said it because of the impure mana he felt from the text.

I don’t know how the letters were imbued with mana, but it was clear that holding this amulet for too long would have negative effects.

First of all, Zeon had never seen such an amulet in Neo Seoul.

If such amulets were used in Neo Seoul, they would certainly have been distributed in the Goblin Market as well.

The fact that it wasn’t seen at the Goblin Market meant that the item was brought in from outside of Neo Seoul.

As of now, the most likely suspect is Jeonrangdae.

They came from the underworld and didn’t have Neo Seoul’s money. So they must have tried to raise funds by selling the things they had.

They are not stupid, so they would not sell important items, and of course they would try to figure out the market price by putting out the least valuable items.

That was why Zeon had purchased this ominous amulet.

Zeon took out a separate talisman and injected mana into it.

Fire! Fire!

The amulet emitted stronger sparks as if resisting.

Zeon closed his eyes and injected more powerful mana.

Pass!

In an instant, the talisman burst into flames as if making a last stand, releasing all sorts of negative energy.

The ominous mana that was concentrated in the letters is released like a thread.

“Ha! Look at this.”

Zeon made a dumbfounded expression.

Because the energy of depression, hatred, and anger was felt from Mana.

It was Zeon who killed the Grim Reaper and possessed the Scythe of the Reaper.

The Scythe of the Grim Reaper was the epitome of curses.

I was reluctant to use the Scythe of Death because of the recoil, but I tried it a few times anyway.

Thanks to this, Zeon was able to keenly sense and distinguish the manifestation of the curse.

“If you keep this amulet for a long time, you will definitely suffer from depression and end up committing suicide. What a ridiculous joke.”

Zeon injected mana into the other talismans and checked them one by one.

They were all equally cursed.

Although the types of curses were slightly different, they were all the same in that they had a negative impact on the possessor.

Pass!

All the amulets turned to dust and disappeared.

Zeon looked around the black market, shaking his hands.

I thought that the person who sold this amulet wouldn’t have ended up with just this one thing.

Zeon looked around the other stores one by one.

Zeon, who had searched the black market from morning to night, had about a dozen items in his hands.

They were all objects that gave off an ominous vibe, like talismans.

According to the shop owners, the same person came and sold all these items.

The types of items were also diverse.

Necklaces, bracelets, rings, earrings.

Although the types were different, the patterns and letters engraved inside were the same as those engraved on the amulet.

I also told other shop owners that this item had the effect of bringing good luck.

It was a ridiculous lie, but I couldn’t help but believe it because the moment I held the object, I felt an indescribable happiness.

The shopkeepers, momentarily dazed by the ecstatic feeling, bought items as if they were possessed. However, they did not forget their duty as black market merchants and faithfully slashed the prices.

It was a situation where they hit each other in the back of the head.

Zeon sighed and looked at the items he had scrounged from the black market.

When I looked at the items, I could see the seller’s intentions.

“Are you having fun teasing people?”

All the things he sold had a negative impact on people.

It may make you feel happy at first, but the longer you own it, the more it will wear you out.

“In a world already overflowing with crazy people, we now have another truly crazy person.”

Zeon clicked his tongue and looked around.

Jeon had no idea how many items had been released onto the black market.

There are probably things he hasn’t found yet.

Maybe it has already been sold and is in someone’s hands.

Jeon also had no idea how many victims there would be.

One thing is certain: by selling their goods on the black market, they have secured funds to stay in the slums.

This makes them harder to find.

Because you just buy what you need and hide in a secret place.

It seems that the person who made and sold this item manipulated the barrier of the goblin market to allow the entry and exit of the magic light.

With this level of skill, it wouldn’t have been that difficult to break through the gap in the Goblin Market barrier.

“Tsk!”

Zeon clicked his tongue.

Because I felt like I had met quite a troublesome opponent.

It was easier to deal with an enemy that came at me with overwhelming and strong force. This was because I could just fight back with strong force.

Those who moved stealthily and used their brains like this were difficult to deal with.

The most annoying thing was those who could never predict when or how they would hit me in the back of the head.

“Jang Woo-hang is the problem. You can’t predict what kind of pranks he’ll do next to Xiao Lun.”

Of course, Xiao Lun was not an easy opponent.

As expected of a loser in a certain area, he is smart and possesses great strength. However, no matter how cunning he is, it is never easy to defend against someone who stabs him in the back of the head with a knife.

“Anyway, this is a headache. I can only hope that Xiao Lun doesn’t get swayed.”

Zeon shook his head and left the black market.

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Xiaolun looked at the Yue King Nine Heavenly Sword on the table.

A straight, simple sword blade.

Ancient letters engraved on the sword.

The round handle was set with a blue jewel.

It was a sword made of nothing more than bronze.

In terms of strength, it was incomparable to the swords of this era.

If it were the original Moon King Nine Heavenly Sword, it would be destroyed the moment it collided with the modern sword.

However, the strength of the Moon King’s Nine Heavenly Sword, which was itemized during the Great Destruction, was beyond imagination.

I tried it out with a sword made by a craftsman in Neo Seoul, and the sword made by the craftsman was cut as if a piece of paper was being cut.

Even the craftsman from the southern district who made the sword was speechless at the surprising result.

“The sword of the one who rules the era… … .”

Xiaolun unconsciously repeated what Zhang Wuhang had said.

The more I thought about it, the better it felt.

My mood also improved.

I started to like Jang Woo-hang, who offered me such a precious sword.

I brought you here because you are from the same neighborhood, but you are giving me such a precious gift.

The more I thought about it, the more I liked Jang Woo-hang.

“You’re so special, I guess I should take better care of you.”

Of course, I had no intention of giving him access to the main facilities of the city hall. It would be burdensome for Xiao Lun as well.

It was clear that Jang Woo-hang would be satisfied if he was appeased by giving him a moderate price.

Xiaolun looked at the Yuewang Nine Heavenly Sword with a smile on her lips.

Woooooo.

The King of the Nine Heavenly Swords also knew his mind and gave his sword command.

Xiaolun burst into laughter when he heard the sword name for the first time.

“Haha! They say that the best sword in the world chooses its owner, and it really is. Who knew such a famous sword existed in the Underworld.”

Xiaolun reached out and grabbed the Yue King Nine Heavenly Sword.

The Moon King Nine Heavenly Sword in his hand let out an even stronger cry.

It was a cry that seemed to acknowledge Xiao Lun as her master.

Xiaolun held the Yue King Nine Heavenly Sword even stronger.

“The ruler of the era… … Yes, only I in Neo Seoul am qualified to be the ruler. That old man Jin Geum-ho is nothing. He just happened to be in a good time and took advantage of it, but he is not qualified to open a new era. Only I am qualified to do so. I am the only one qualified to be the ruler of the era.”

Xiaolun muttered as if possessed.

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Jang Woo-hang was walking alone along the streets of Nam-gu at dawn.

During that time, he toured around not only the southern districts but also the entire Neo-Seoul to his heart’s content.

I didn’t know how surprised and envious I was while walking around Neo Seoul.

All areas were well organized and clean.

The streets were well-maintained, without a single piece of trash, and the air was clean and refreshing.

“I envy you! I really envy you!”

The emotion that came across his face was jealousy.

I wanted to give my hometown people a taste of this wonderful city life.

After walking diligently, Jang Woo-hang arrived at the main gate of Neo Seoul.

At the main gate of Neo Seoul, heavily armed Awakened people stood guard.

No Awakened One could pass through the main gate without being inspected by them.

Outside the main gate, many people were waiting in line to enter Neo Seoul.

Neo Seoul’s main gate opens at 6 a.m.

Everyone outside was just waiting for the main gate to open.

At six o’clock, the main gate opened and people finally came in.

The Awakened guards conducted a thorough identity check.

The ID was checked and a machine was used to detect whether it was counterfeit.

In addition, only those who have passed several selection processes can enter Neo Seoul.

Jang Woo-hang leaned against a pillar near the main gate and watched the people coming into Neo Seoul.

How long had he been waiting like that? When he was starting to feel bored, a smile appeared on Jang Woo-hang’s lips.

As each person passed through the main gate and entered Neo Seoul, they gathered together as if they were part of the same group.

They were people with unfamiliar faces and clothes. However, Jang Woo-hang recognized their identities at a glance.

Because he had a sense of humor.

He walked towards them, laughing.

“Hahaha!”

“Woohang!”

“Captain!”

They also laughed out loud when they saw Jang Woo-hang.

It was an encounter with the Wolves.