NOVEL NEXT Chapter 8 - Selling Weapons 2
‘I killed three thousand by myself and barely reached 1-Star A-Rank. At this rate, how long would it take them to level up?’
Moreover, the Pig’s Den was a 2-Star hunting ground.
Since Han-wol was still at 1-Star, it was manageable, but 2-Star players would need to kill many more monsters.
In reality, it typically took people over a year of grueling effort to move beyond 1-Star.
Many died in the process.
It wasn’t just about risking their lives—they also had to constantly replace their weapons, and the compensation for risking their lives was pathetically low.
In the end, most gave up without ever reaching 2-Star.
In that sense, Han-wol, who reached 1-Star A-Rank in just one day, was an anomaly in many ways.
‘At this rate, we’ll just be repeating the same history as before.’
The monster invasion 32 years later was already all but certain.
Even if not monsters, some comparable calamity would surely come.
The countdown in the sky was proof of that.
Even now, time continued to march relentlessly toward extinction.
‘Sigh… let’s focus on what I can do now.’
Han-wol organized his thoughts and opened his inventory.
He handed over the magic handguns he had made yesterday to the vigilante corps.
“This is… that toy gun that foreigners use? These don’t work well against monsters.”
The gatekeeper spoke similar words to when they first met.
“Just try it. I killed three thousand yesterday with this.”
Just then, a group of white pigs came charging toward Han-wol.
As soon as Han-wol aimed his gun muzzle.
[The effect of the title ‘Pig Slaughterer’ activates.]
[White pigs feel indescribable fear toward you.]
As soon as Han-wol showed his intention to attack, the white pigs panicked and ran away.
“Um… they’re running away?”
“……..”
‘Why give such a useless title?’
Han-wol inwardly complained while quickly pulling the trigger to prevent their escape.
Bang! Bang!
Both shots landed precisely on the white pig’s legs.
“Kwee-eek!”
Han-wol leisurely approached and ended it with a shot to the neck.
When Han-wol turned around.
“W-what just happened!?” “J-just now…” “Ah……”
The expressions on the vigilante NPCs’ faces were priceless.
x x x
[Seoul Village West Vigilante Captain proposes regular supplies.]
[The above contract will be applied immediately once the document is signed.]
“So, let me confirm again.
Three gold for each normal grade, and one gold per hundred bullets.
Is that right?”
“Yes. And five gold for special grade, ten gold for rare grade.”
“Good. Now I’ll stamp the seal.”
The Vigilante Captain first stamped the contract.
Han-wol followed suit and stamped next to it.
When the signing was completed, the contract made of traditional Korean paper glowed brightly, and a new system window appeared.
[You have promised regular supplies to Seoul Village West Vigilante Corps.]
[Seoul Village West Vigilante Corps trusts you.]
[You have consigned the sale of goods to Seoul Village West Vigilante Corps.]
[The distribution ratio is 9:1, and sales proceeds must be collected directly from the office.]
Han-wol entrusted all of the approximately 500 magic handguns he had made to the Seoul Village West Vigilante Corps.
Of these, 50 were to be used by them, and he received an advance payment of 600 gold.
All 50 were of Rare grade, so at 10 gold each, it came to 500 gold, with the remainder being for bullets.
From now on, the vigilante office would handle the sale of Han-wol’s magic handguns.
“Here you go.”
Han-wol gladly accepted the heavy bag handed over by the Vigilante Captain.
The bag contained 600 gold coins, which when converted amounted to 60 million won.
What was even more impressive was that more money would come in as more items sold.
“I really thought my eyes would pop out.
To take down those white pigs, known for their tough skin, in less than 10 seconds—truly an amazing toy gun.”
The Vigilante Captain examined his share of magic handguns with admiration.
“I’ll bring even better items in the future, so I look forward to your continued support.”
“Haha! Of course, certainly!”
The Vigilante Captain laughed heartily.
It didn’t take long for Han-wol to reach this agreement with the Seoul Village West Vigilante Corps.
Han-wol’s strategy was simple.
Let the vigilante members directly experience the power of his magic handguns.
Then provide a few as “gifts” and wait until they contacted him first.
Eventually, news of Han-wol’s magic handguns reached the Vigilante Captain’s ears.
Having already made a good impression with the feast earlier, securing a contract wasn’t particularly difficult for Han-wol.
“Just a few years ago, Seoul Village West was full of people. So crowded you could barely move.
But they left one by one, and now it’s completely empty.”
As time passed, skilled players all moved up, and mediocre ones returned to regular society.
Eventually, Seoul Village West became just a place for obtaining player qualifications.
As a result, only the 1-Star hunting ground, Squirrel’s Den, remained somewhat busy.
“Our people have been struggling with the decreasing number of foreigners.
In the midst of this, to sell us such excellent items—I really don’t know how many times I should thank you.”
“I’m glad you like them.”
Han-wol put the jingling money pouch into his inventory.
“But please keep this a secret from other play… I mean, foreigners.
No, just say you made them yourselves.”
“Of course. It’s already specified in the contract. Don’t worry.”
Han-wol didn’t want to get entangled with the government or corporations like in his previous life.
Back then, Han-wol had nothing, so becoming involved with them was an unavoidable choice, but now it was different.
For the current Han-wol, governments and corporations were just like bedbugs, sucking away his profits.
Han-wol trusted the NPCs in front of him more than governments or corporations that took advantage for their own benefit.
‘Earn money, become stronger, and recover my technology.
To do this, I’ll use whatever resources are available.’
While Han-wol and the Vigilante Captain were chatting, the captain expressed some concern.
“But regarding sales, we’re not merchants. Can we really do this properly?”
Finding a distribution channel didn’t automatically mean items would sell.
In the end, to sell items, they needed to conduct business with people.
However, the vigilante corps was responsible for protecting the village, not running a merchant guild.
“Don’t worry about that. Just continue doing what you normally do.”
Han-wol was someone who had once run a massive weapons company.
His business principle was simple.
‘Business isn’t about going to customers; it’s about making them come to you.’
The Vigilante Captain wasn’t sure what Han-wol had in mind, but decided to accept it for now.
“Is that so? Well, if you say you’ll handle it, I’ll trust you.”
“Just don’t forget to use the weapons I provided when working.
I’ll thoroughly explain how to use them to your members.”
“Right. We’ll do that.”
The Vigilante Captain stretched, indicating that the conversation seemed to be over.
Han-wol also stood up, preparing to go hunting.
“Now the vigilante corps’ finances will improve too.
We spend quite a lot each month on elimination rewards.
We might even be able to withdraw the elimination missions we’ve been entrusting to foreigners.
Thank you! This is all thanks to the toy guns you sold!”
“They’re not toy guns, they’re magic handguns.”
“Haha! Yes, that’s what I meant!”
In any case, the deal seemed to have been successfully concluded.
x x x
There are three known hunting grounds in Seoul Village West.
The first is Squirrel’s Den.
It’s a 1-Star hunting ground where giant squirrels and giant rabbits appear.
It’s also the most visited place, with over hundreds of accidents occurring daily.
Most accidents happen when people get injured while taking profession tests to become players.
The second is the Pig’s Den, which we’re already familiar with.
It’s a 2-Star hunting ground where white pigs appear.
From here, the number of people drops dramatically.
There used to be a fair number of people.
But after all who would drop out did so, only a few mediocre parties remained.
Even if they’re barely scraping by, players are still players.
Today, too, they set out early in the morning to hunt white pigs.
“Sigh… when will we ever level up?”
“It took 2 years to get out of 1-Star, so maybe another year?”
“This is truly hell.”
Today marked their 1-year anniversary of hunting in the Pig’s Den.
During that time, they had several near-death experiences but somehow managed to overcome them.
After spending a year like this, they thought they had reached the level of veterans, but…
“Maybe I should just quit being a player and get a job.”