62 Chapter 62

[Orochi… Orochimaru…] I smiled widely, feeling that I hadn't had good news for a very long time, which was a lie.

[How much money do you want?] Orochimaru seemed to ask in a weird tone.

[It's not money. It's a contract that I want.] If I just told him, not only would he have Kai's quirk, but he would also have the potential to make more money. And I needed to keep this quirk exclusive.

[I figured you'd say that. What do you want?]

[First, you can't sell this quirk or clone it or whatever.]

[Its value isn't in being sold.]

[Second, I need you to give me your knowledge about cloning quirks.]

After all, he's selling Mirio's quirk for 500k, meaning he had succeeded in figuring out how to clone quirks alone.

Orochimaru was the one who researched quirks for the longest time now. With his research, my company can start rolling in money.

[But then, I wouldn't be able to clone, no?] he complained.

[You write notes. I believe a respected genius like yourself can regain that knowledge instantly,] I said.

I added, [And lastly, you become a medium between me and the 4th world and sell me things.]

[Sorry, the last condition is off. It goes against the system policies of fair use,] he said, his tone somehow respectful. [And you don't seem to bring money.]

[I've become so rich in my world that my wealth could be estimated up to 100 million coins,] I said. That happened only by Rin making investments though. And it was only the capital. I couldn't simply liquidate it. But it could earn me enough money.

[I see. So it happened that you cloned the man who sees the future, and you use him to make profitable trades.]

[Right. Let's replace the third condition then.]

[State it.]

[You have to make 10 things with your modification quirk at my request whenever I ask you.]

That wasn't a big request. He could fulfill these 10 requests with a simple touch.

Why did I say ten?

Because it's like when Marchal got 5 slaps on Barney.

One of the things that I'd ask would be Mangekyo Sharingan, some bloodlines… and I'd think further on that.

[Alright.]

I liked this submissive Orochimaru.

[Okay, let's make the contract,] he said.

[Don't forget, add 1 million.]

[Why is that?]

[It's hard to liquidate money from my world. (Sad face).]

[Basically, you're poor pretending to be rich. Fufufu.] His tone seemed to change now that I was going to give him Kai's DNA. He seemed to get back into his cocky tone.

After all, having the ability to modify people's DNA wasn't something to look down on.

I, for example, now that I absorbed biological knowledge from advanced worlds and even consumed knowledge through Sharingan from my world, could do wonders with Kai's quirk. There were also bloodlines from wuxia worlds, other worlds, and so on.

'If DC verse is there, and he could have some Superman DNA... That's too powerful.'

I shook my head, thinking that I should focus on my current problems. With the knowledge of quirk cloning, I could get quirks, inject myself, and then extract them and sell them in the system.

The exchange with Orochimaru was complete. Now, in my storage, at the corner, rested knowledge of quirk cloning and all of his researches. Orochimaru shouldn't lose the knowledge. He could simply program a genjutsu in his Sharingan – now that he has Madara's body – and relearn what he forgets.

[Hope you are happy now,] I asked.

[Don't worry. At any rate, it was nice making deals with you.]

[You talk as if you are going to die.]

[I don't know,] he replied.

I started pitying him.

[Do you need anything else?] I asked.

[Not really. I'll modify a body of mine to get an ascended Otsutsuki and get the 6th paths power. With that, I could make gold from nothing.]

He may have found an unimitated gold glitch in his world. Well, I had found mine. It just required a lot of work and patience to get it. (Momo's quirk + All for One + Mt Lady + Overhaul.)

[What's that?] I asked, pretending to be ignorant.

[If I made it alive, you'd want to make a deal a big deal with me to get it,] he said, before cutting the call. [If I couldn't make it, I'll travel in time and go to another timeline.]

[Good luck.]

[Thanks.]

With that, our conversation was concluded.

I shook my head, deciding not to think about him. I hoped that he'd be fine. Because, well, he's just a factory of passive income that I had been spending.

Also, this got me curious, what about the rule that forbade him from reselling me higher realm items.

I opened the system and looked into the policy.

[Fair use policy: It's forbidden for those ascended from lower realms to buy stuff from higher realms and in lower levels. This rule applies to +4th levels.]

[This rule doesn't apply to the beings of the higher realms to resell their stuff to lower realms.]

[If caught by the admins, for the first time you'd get a 6 months suspension, for the second time, you'd get banned.]

In short, if an immortal wanted to sell their stuff in a lower world, nothing would happen. But if someone like me decided to sell higher level stuff in lower level chats, it would be trouble. I guess it had something to keep the prices in balance and not mess with supply and demand. Or it could be so that world levels didn't advance.

I heaved a sigh, remembering the time I gave Sasuke a cultivation method to hold his bloodline.

I shook the idea off my head.

For now, I got something more valuable than money and Immortal Cultivation. It's the knowledge of quirk cloning – cloning just the quirk, found by Orochimaru.

I'll look for that later. My priority is to face what's there for me tomorrow.

I looked at the level 2 channels, looking for some Logia Devil Fruits. No Haki knowledge as well.

Unlucky me, I didn't find them yet. These things appear rarely, and they get bought instantly as soon as they get put into the market. But again, I had something more valuable. I could have as many quirks as I'd like in the future – preferably, Kai's quirk. I'd be a one-shot man.

-x-X-x-

One day passed.

I finished the school day, and then I made my way home driving slowly. After chatting with Nejire and dropping her near her house, I went back on my way to my house. The road in front of me started shifting its shape, throwing my car up.

I wasn't surprised. With my head out of the window, I gazed around.

Three huge figures standing on the rooftops of the houses were staring at me with hoods covering their head, next to them were a couple of guys with weird costumes glaring at me, one of them had his hand on the road.

The three hooded men gave the same feeling as a Nomu, except for the guys in costumes.