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A magical 'Universal Toolbox' led Joe Ga into the arms industry. The complex and unpredictable nature of the world caused Joe Ga to gradually change his goals... "Sir, how did you end up here?" "I don't know, I just wanted to make some money at first, buy a house, marry a wife. But slowly, as more and more people appeared around me, my goals started to change." "So what are your goals now?" "Now, I just want to retire peacefully with my guys, really!"

Tang Dao had come a long way from his humble beginnings, and he had no intention of stopping now. He relished the moniker of "The Lord of War," even if it came with a certain notoriety. To him, it was a badge of honor, a testament to his success in the world of international arms dealing. As he read the headline in "World People Weekly" declaring that his most significant achievement was toppling Locke Martin, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. It was a reminder of the power he wielded, the influence he had over world events, and the wealth he had amassed. Locke Martin, a rival arms dealer of considerable renown, had once been a formidable competitor. But Tang Dao's shrewd business acumen, his ability to adapt to changing circumstances, and his unwavering determination had allowed him to outmaneuver and eventually depose Martin from his lofty position. For Tang Dao, every fighter, every weapon, and every deal was a means to an end. His focus was on profit, influence, and achieving his objectives. He had built a vast network of contacts, navigated the treacherous waters of international politics, and exploited the chaos of conflict zones to his advantage. He was not just an arms dealer; he was a businessman who saw opportunities where others saw only risks. He had the ability to turn strife and turmoil into lucrative deals, and he reveled in the challenge. In the world of arms dealing, Tang Dao was a force to be reckoned with. He was a man who had risen from obscurity to become a power player on the global stage. And as long as there were conflicts, wars, and those who sought to profit from them, Tang Dao knew that his place at the top was secure. The world might bow down to him, or it might fear him, but one thing was certain: Tang Dao was a master of his craft, and he had no intention of relinquishing his position as the Lord of War.

One scam package, That's all it took to drag the 17-year-old Cail into the world of the void. ... He thought he had ordered a limited-edition sneakers. But what came was a shady-looking package on his front gate. It smelled like rotten egg and sulfur. Inside the package was a strange box. It's filled with eccentric junk. They looked very intricate and mysterious. He thought, ''I probably got someone else's package, a package from someone that was very interested in mysticism.'' An old coin, a cracked compass, a ring with an ugly center stone, and some other weird looking trinkets. So he did what any broke student would do: He sold it. He figured someone might want them for cosplay or something. Well, except the gold-rimmed glasses that seemed to fit him very well. "Damn, I paid 7,000 nu for that sneaker; I better get something out from this scam package." Then all hell broke loose. Strange people started approaching him. People brought that junk. Very strange people wearing suspicious get up trying to buy those stuff in the sketchiest manner possible. As he kept selling, he realized that the box was refilling, it seemed to have an endless supply of those strange stuff. Those people called it 'artifacts'. Then one day he woke up with a strange tattoo on his arm; inside the tattoo was an independent space containing the box. It is basically inseparable from him. "I didn't ask for any of this to happen. But now, strange people come to me with desperate offers. Money, memories, and even soul." He's just trying to survive high school while earning some money! He had no idea what was going on, but apparently, this thing that he got? It's not just an artifact. It's a contract. As Cail navagates school life, part-time jobs, and otherworldly clients, he starts asking the real question: When did I become an artifact dealer?! By day, he is just an ordinary student, a NPC character. And by night? He is The Dealer. Selling ancient items and dealing with people that he probably shouldn't be talking to. "Since I'm already in this mess, might as well profit off of it." [*Under construction*] Aug 2 2025

In a world where the international drug trade is worth billions of dollars, Draco decides that he wants a piece of that pie. Money, power, beautiful woman, private planes, Draco wants it all! Who ever said that crime doesn't pay? Draco discovers that in this world there are actually miracle drugs that can do almost anything your heart desires. These drugs can give a crippled man unparalleled strength, or give a mentally ill one superhuman intelligence. However, wouldn't it be a waste to use it on them? Draco sees his path to power, and he doesn't hesitate to take it. *-------------------------------------------------------* This is a new story I've been working on for a while now. Give it a try, you'll probably enjoy it. In this story I guarantee that there will be great storytelling, pacing, and grammar.

**Para Heroin:** "Wahai para heroin! Apa maksud kalian? Jangan dekati aku ni!!" **Lu Chengwen:** "Long Aotian, jangan salah faham! Aku tak ada kena-mengena dengan diorang! Aku nak cabut sekarang!!" **Long Aotian:** "Lu Chengwen! Berani kau godam perempuan aku? Kau dah langgar 'garisan maut'!!" **Para Heroin:** "Long Aotian, kau yang patut cabut dari sini!! Jangan berani ganggu laki kami!" **Lu Chengwen (monolog):** "Aduhai!! Aku cuma nak hidup mengundur diri pun tak boleh? Kenapa? Kenapa?!"

A magical ‘universal toolbox’ that allowed Joga to step into the arms industry. The strangeness of the world made Joga gradually change his goals… “Sir, how did you get to this point?” “I don’t know. At first, I just wanted to make some money, buy a house, and marry a wife. But slowly, as more and more people appeared around me, my goals began to change. ” “Then what is your goal now?” “Now I just want to retire in peace with my guys, really

Alexander Richardson is a nineteen-year-old attorney in the making. He spent his childhood reading through his father's law books. When his parents were murdered and their killer was never found or convicted, Alex began focusing his entire being on finding and getting one man in jail. Sergio Garcia-Marquez is undoubtedly not one of the best people. He's a gang leader with a bad temper hidden behind an army and he is probably the last person anyone would want to cross. So what happens when Sergio takes a liking to the latest addition to his long lost of drug dealers - a list he usually couldn't care about? While Alexander begins to realise there's a fine line between good and bad, and two wrongs never make a right.

A magical'universal toolbox 'allowed Jorga to step into the arms world. The eerie world caused Jorga to gradually change his goal... "Sir, how did you get to this point?" "I don't know. At first, I just wanted to earn some money, buy a house, and marry a wife. But as more and more people appeared around me, my goals began to change." "Then what is your goal now?" "Now I just want to bring my buddies to retire safely, really!"

What could you do with the possibility of living forever? Would you refuse it and just die? Would you accept it and became evil or a merciful God? Of course, no deal is made to be fair. Join Fergal Parker in his adventures to explore his new ability! *************************** This is a novel inspired by the original novel in this site called "Life Merchant" by YoonTaeTifYuFeiMin. I remade this novel keeping the realistic part and cutting the fictional elf/orc/monsters stuff since for me it seemed unnecessary. This novel focus on the way Fergal slowly but cautiously gains power thanks to his new ability. * 1 Chapter/ Week. Minimum of 1200 words. (Maybe even more chapters if I have free time) Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/KoFuWrites

"You smell like milk... and my scent." Damon Storm, the ruthless Alpha King, pinned her against the wall, his eyes burning gold. "Where have you been hiding my pups?" Lyra smirked, coldly pressing a hidden Glock against his ribs. "You have the wrong person, Alpha." Before he could growl, a red laser dot settled right between his eyes. A five-year-old boy stood in the doorway, holding a custom-made plasma pistol. His eyes flashed the same gold as Damon's. "Step away from my mommy, old man," the boy warned with a smirk. "Or I'll show you why they call her the Shadow Lord." Six years ago, she was the rejected, pregnant exile. Now, she returns as the world's most feared arms dealer. Her plan was simple: get the cure for her father and leave. But she didn't count on one thing—her three genius triplets hacking into the Alpha King's security system... just to order pizza.