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Chapter 31: The Classifiers Trading Association

Stark was one of the few people that were actually genuine and strong, so he decided to call out to him.

"Oh come on," Stark rolled his eyes, he didn\'t want to get involved in such a matter, and so he did the thing he thought was best in this situation: run away.

Anybody else that was called by the Archer King would of jumped in joy since it was an opportunity to get closer to the big boss and his daughter, yet Stark just wanted to rest and sell his items.

"Hahahahahahah~" Lucas laughed, he of course had the speed to catch up to Stark instantly, but didn\'t bother to do as it was more interesting this way, "He seems to be important to you, Lana!"

"H-Huh?" she didn\'t understand how her father could see that, and she visibly blushed at his remark, "W-well... just a friend..."

"A friend is more than enough for me, finally someone that can understand you, I feel like he is gonna achieve great things!" and so the two of them climbed inside a luxurious car that had been waiting for them and took off.

***

Stark went to his hotel room, which was only around ten minutes away from his middle school, Lotus Academy.

He arrived in his room, and it was the same as ever, thankfully they hadn\'t given it to another person as he hadn\'t come back for an entire day because of the \'Class Showcase\'.

He took his wallet with him, it contained his credit card, debit card and student card, which would probably make things easier for him.

His phone was also on a table beside his bed, and out of frustration, he grabbed it and decided a few pass-codes.

[1234... INCORRECT]

[2024... INCORRECT]

[0000... INCORRECT]

\'...\' he thought for a few seconds, and an idea came to mind as he took his student card in hand, \'Even in my previous world, my phone code was the same...\'

Stark\'s birthday was the 21st of May, and so that meant...

[2105...]

And surprisingly, it actually did work.

\'Holy shit, the FBI needs to hire me!\' he was proud of himself.

But not wanting to waste time, he took his wallet and phone with him and left the hotel room.

He had done his research beforehand, and so instead of taking his time to rest or go back to the library to acquire information, he hailed for a taxi and drove to the biggest classifier trading district in all of Fellarburg.

It took him only 20 minutes since he was close to the center of the city he was in.

"Thank you for the ride," he thanked his driver and exited the car, now standing in the bustling trading district of Fellarburg.

It was around 7am in the morning, yet hundreds of people were coming and going from different buildings and talking to one another.

The buildings around him had massive neon signs hanging above them, advertising various items and services that could be bought and sold at their respective establishments.

Stark walked past the familiar sounds of negotiations and deals being made, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Soon, he arrived in front of the biggest building of them all, and the one that attracted the most people.

"Classifiers Trading Association," he mumbled, and guessed that it was probably the right place to be at.

He entered the building, leaving the bustling streets behind him, he frankly didn\'t enjoy the noise too much as he would much rather stay in silence, something he had inherited from his past and calm life.

Inside, he found himself in a massive lobby with a high ceiling and bustling with other classifiers who were here for the same purpose as Stark.

All over the place, holographic screens could be seen advertising items, equipments and weapons that could be useful to people.

Feeling a bit lost because of the sheer amount of people, Stark stopped for a few seconds to observe his surroundings.

Thankfully enough though, a woman in a stylish suit approached him with a friendly smile, "Welcome to the Classifiers Trading Association, sir, how may I help you today?"

Her attitude, posture and entire posture had probably been rehearsed hundreds of time to make her seem as friendly and professional as possible, and even Stark couldn\'t deny that it was working.

"I\'m looking to sell some items i\'ve acquired inside a dungeon recently," Stark explained, smiling back.

"Oh~ very well, please follow me to one of our special rooms and I will call a professional appraiser to evaluate the prices."

The receptionist didn\'t seem very interested in him based on her expression, after all, the \'Classifiers Trading Association\' was mainly interested in buying items and weapons that were from higher classed rifts, and Stark\'s appearance screamed "hey I just started my life as a classifier".

\'Low level items\' were also appreciated since they could be bought for cheaper and were a good way to start your journey, even more so when they had perks, but it was just that, they were just temporary until you could acquire better loot as your level got higher.

The woman took Stark to a reception room, and inside of it, sitting on a couch, was a middle-aged man with glasses and a soon-to-be balding head.

He was enjoying a cup of coffee while using his phone, probably just waiting for his next customer.

And so as soon he saw Stark, he switched his attitude and went into \'business\' mode.

Stark sat in front of the man, neither of them exchanging a greeting as they knew they were here for one thing: trading.

\'Spatial Inventory,\' Stark with a blank expression opened the void that stored his items, which appeared beside him and surprised the man.

Then he thought about the items he acquired in the rift, and suddenly, he was able to grab them.

He pulled out the [Low-Level Magic Staff] and the [Ice Bow], placing them in front of the table.

"What a weird... skill?" the man stared, confused.

"Don\'t worry about it, just check these items please," Stark smiled, staring at the man with his deep aura-filled eyes.

The man nodded and began to examine the items.

After a minute or two, he put the staff down, then spoke, "the staff seems of bad quality and only of common rarity, we are ready to offer 53,000 rher coins for it."

Rher coins are the currency of this world, and yes, that stupid god of fate actually named the money after himself.

"Hm..." Stark thought, but was satisfied enough with the first price even though it was extremely low, possibly because it was one of the lowest rated piece of equipment there was, "I accept."

"Very well," the man grabbed the staff and put it beside him, then immediately began inspecting the bow, which interested him much more.