Returning to civilization and becoming a drug dealer(chapter 10)

prevously in chapter 9

It was for training, to build muscles up until he finalized a potion to permanently increase his muscles. After removing his weights, Henry cracked his neck as he took a dip in the pond to bathe before he went back to his bedroom. He then popped a potion, which actually filled his hunger and thirst before going to sleep. The next day, Henry woke up and did his new routine, which was checking on his growing plants before checking his equipment. When everything was ready, Henry put on everything he prepared, feeling light due to his new jacket. He smiled, "This feels nice," he thought as he then put on his waist belt before loading his potions into his belt and his small wrist belt.

-scene change-

In the middle of a road in nowhere, Henry, now decked out in his new equipment, could be seen walking along the roadside. Of course, he wasn't wearing his mask yet. Nonchalantly, every 10 minutes to 1 hour, there would be a car which he would signal to hitch a ride, but they would pass him. As he cursed, "Fucking damn it, I should really make my own source of transportation," he groaned, kicking a random pebble which hit a random lizard, killing it. Eventually, a truck stopped near Henry as the door opened, "You need a ride there, young boy?" a voice sounded. Henry then looked into the car, where he saw the driver, the most disgusting man he had ever seen, wearing a wife-beater, sweating, and so fat he could barely fit into the seat of his car.

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Chapter 10

Stopping himself from showing any disgust, Henry then smiled, "Yeah, I would appreciate it if you could give me a ride, just down the road to some civilization. My car broke down," he gave a random excuse as the man looked at him while licking his lips. "Sure, no problem, boy. Uncle Sammy will give you a ride," the man chuckled as Henry sighed, "This isn't going to end peacefully," he thought as he got into the car and the man started to drive. "So boy, where are you from?" the man asked as Henry answered, "New York," earning a disgusting chuckle from the man. "Well, you are oceans away from home. What brought you into these woods, boy?" he asked again as Henry sighed before answering, "Oh, I was on a road trip across the states before my car broke down in the woods. Thank you again for the ride," as they hit a pothole.

"Oops, that's going to stink," the man laughed as his rotting mouth nearly choked Henry, who was stopping himself from shooting the man. "Say ah boy, didn't catch your name," the man started to drive with one hand as he reached the other hand towards Henry, intending to touch his thigh. But just as he inched away from Henry, Henry quickly withdrew his Glock before shooting the man in the head, causing blood to splatter from the other window. He then smoothly grabbed the wheel, stopping the car from spinning out of control. He opened the door and threw the man out, "Disgusting bastard," Henry cursed as he continued to drive. But not before wiping the sweat with a cloth, from his rearview mirror, Henry could see a skinny bear coming out of the woods sniffing as he then smiled before driving off into the nearest city.

The whole reason why Henry even wanted to return to civilization despite being wanted by two powerful organizations was simple. Henry wanted to establish a trade using a secret identity, which meant that he needed a product that was specifically created by him which would sell a lot, while also being available. After establishing himself and earning both renown and money, then Henry would continue his research into extraordinary materials so that he could create a potion that would improve his body, and eventually become a god. Although the purpose of reincarnation was to also grow stronger and participate in the cosmic scaled war, Henry also has his own ambition which was to become eternal and powerful, the latter being born from how powerless he felt during both encounters with the red ninjas and S.H.I.E.L.D.

Which is currently what is urging him to actually create the ultimate potion which would give him powers or build an overpowered item using his alchemical skills. But both of those required funds, materials, connections, and knowledge. So his mission was first to establish a hideout, then learn the area and who runs which area. He also needs to learn who to do business with and who to avoid, so he has his work cut out for him and he was going to make sure he did everything right.

[some time later]

It was in the middle of the night in New York City where night barely even shined. This part of the city was not the safest of places. In an abandoned building, a group of five men could be seen walking in. They wore normal clothes, but given the number of tattoos and the fact that they were armed made it clear that they were not ordinary men. As they continued to walk in, they stopped eventually when they saw a figure sitting at a dust-covered desk and chair. The figure wore a black mask with a peak, and his hair was white. He also wore a black jacket and black jeans. The figure, who was of course Henry in his plague doctor's outfit, was waiting for these guys. One of the men, a Russian, a big man standing at 6 feet 5 with blond hair, was the first to approach.

"Hey, are you the alchemist?" he asked as Henry sighed. "Yes," Henry answered. The men looked at each other before the leader spoke, "You see, our boss Anatoly Ranskahov has heard of your reputation." When he said "reputation," he had a smug look on his face as one of them looked down. "Oh, you did?" Henry asked sarcastically, unimpressed by them. He then said, "I have also heard of your boss, Anatoly Ranskahov. Works for the Kingpin, right? On that brand-new serpent heroin," Henry smiled as the five men tensed up, some even reaching for their guns. Henry chuckled, "Please, it's my job to know what's new on the streets." He then got serious. "So, what is it that you came to me for, a little street drug dealer like me?" he asked as he leaned on the desk.

The leader of the men said, "Ranskahov believes that your orchid has potential. He would like you to supply him." He then placed a paper on the desk. "That amount every month. The pay is also generous." Looking at the paper, Henry sighed as he looked at the men. "The amount is not possible, but then again, I'm sure you already knew that," Henry said, amused under his mask. When the men heard him, they exchanged looks. The leader then said, "So you are alone?" to which Henry replied by opening his hands, "You don't see anyone else, do you? So how about we stop playing ball, aye?" He got up and turned towards one of the men who had light brown hair, wore a black leather jacket, and was not taller than Henry.

"You," he emphasized the "you" as he talked to the man, "Anatoly Ranskahov, need a better supplier. I can provide that, while I need better buyers than the homeless and high school kids trust me, its not good for the business when your clients are those demographics. I provide you with a specific amount of my orchid, and you then distribute that to whomever you like as long as it brings better cash. Everyone wins, right?" By the time he finished, he was already standing in front of the man he was talking to, Anatoly Ranskahov, the brother of Vladimir, both famous Russian mafia members. Anatoly Ranskahov then chuckled, "You know me," to which Henry replied, "Come on, this is a market. If I don't know whom to sell my product to, I wouldn't be a good supplier, now would I?" He chuckled before returning to his desk and wrote something on the paper.

"I can provide this amount per month. How does that sound?" he asked, handing the paper to Anatoly Ranskahov, who looked at it for a brief moment before saying, "No, too few. The demand is too high for that amount." Henry then laughed, "You know what they say, the best things are worth waiting for." He then took out a large plastic bag with numerous small green pills in it, displaying a status screen.

[ Name: Orchid Pill ]

[ Grade: 3rd ]

[ Description: The Orchid Pill is a creation born from the alchemical synthesis of a 3rd-grade cannabis plant, known for its potent hallucinogenic properties. Through the skilled manipulation of mana, the hallucinogenic potion was permanently solidified into pill form. These pills offer a unique journey into altered states of consciousness, providing a surreal experience to those who partake. ]

[ Effects: +50% euphoria, +50% visual hallucinations, +50% auditory hallucinations ]

[ Deterioration-Rate: 2% ]

Although the pill's effects only listed a 50% increase, this was a bonus effect on top of the actual effects the pill had. Not to mention, the cannabis itself was a high-grade plant, something even the most influential drug lords had few of. Adding that on top of the effects provided by the system, you could imagine why it was so popular. As Anatoly Ranskahov and his men saw the pill, which they themselves had taken and knew its effects well, they paused for a minute before grabbing the bag. Henry then said, "Remember, one pill at a time." The men placed a duffle bag of money on the desk as Anatoly Ranskahov said, "We will see you next month."

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A/N well, like i said, i am committed to making this guy a villain, and this isn't the worst that is to come, anyways, welcome drug dealer henry cause he is going to stay.