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The Tower Merchant is too devious

Kuber Walton, stripped of his wealth and branded as a 'traitor's son,' faces a desperate choice: flee his homeland or face dire consequences. However, destiny takes an unexpected turn. ————— [You have been summoned to the Dimensional Tower] [Accept] [Reject] ————— Kuber's decision leads him into a fractured realm divided among the Neutral, Holy, and Demonic Factions. In this world of chaos, he finds himself wielding the unique power of the 'Tower Merchant' class. This power enables him to procure anything from different towers and dimensions. Join Kuber in his adventures, marked by cunning schemes and thrilling action. As he navigates this treacherous landscape, his ultimate goal becomes clear: "Young master, do you aspire to become the wealthiest being in the world?" Alvin Lewis inquired, his gaze filled with curiosity. Kuber, sipping tea as he surveyed a distant heavenly city, replied, "Why, you ask? To purchase this very world." ————— #Manipulative mc #Action #Romance #No harem #Vampire #Non-human protagonist ————— If you like the content, then please support the author with gifts or reviews.

Cryo_Knight · Fantasie
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75 Chs

Jeffery

The ship gracefully left the harbor, its bow slicing through the shimmering waves of the endless sea.

"It will take us 8 days to reach Celestialand," the ship's captain announced to the passengers.

"Show me to my room," Rosalyn ordered, and a maid working for the tiny merchant guided her to her designated quarters.

Kuber took in the breathtaking view of the endless sea. "This is quite a nice view," he commented, his eyes fixed on the horizon.

Darryl, on the other hand, tapped the floor of the deck to assess its sturdiness. "This ship looks remarkably well-built. It must have cost a fortune."

"Be careful! This ship is quite expensive, so don't dirty the floor with your filthy shoes!" the tiny merchant exclaimed with annoyance.

Darryl and Kuber exchanged sidelong glances, choosing to remain silent. The tiny merchant huffed and muttered to himself, "Hmph... country bumpkins," before taking his leave.