Fantasy Realm – Infinite Worlds Adventure Chapter 139: Special x Sale – Never Question Women’s Clothes

Alex stares at the ten small stashes of items laid out on hastily arranged tables. To his absolute horror, there are hundreds of items cluttering the displays.

SHIT, is this a friggin flea market or what? He curses inwardly. I expected maybe five to ten items in total. Looks like these assholes are trying to scam .

With a sigh, Alex readies himself. If I didn’t have the system, I’d probably be stuck using Gyo like Gon does and playing this the hard way… Fine. Let’s get to work and check for items the system acknowledges.

He moves to the first table, nchi trailing behind him, her expression shifting from confusion to outright annoyance as she glances at the so-called “rchandise.”

“What the hell did you call these idiots for?” she snaps. “All I see is junk! Look—rusted armor pieces, random bits of jewelry that are probably cheap fakes, and a bunch of other random crap I can’t even identify. A rusted axe, Alex? This is all trash!”

nchi’s exasperation only deepens Alex’s growing sense of dread.

The rchant behind the table, an older man with a haughty deanor, sneers. “YOU! Young… ‘woman.’ I dare you to repeat that again, and I’ll sue you for slander! Judging by your looks, your only job is pleasing n—and that won’t pay for the compensation I’ll demand. These are expensive antiques, treasures worth far more than what so skimpy little playgirl like you could ever dream of affording!” He scoffs, turning to Alex. “Hunter Kerber, I’d advise you to leave your ‘girls’ behind if you want to conduct proper business. We n should separate business and pleasure, you know. I keep my wife and side chicks far away from my dealings—they only bring trouble!”

“...” Alex is dumbfounded, left montarily speechless. Finally, he manages, “I’d be careful, you know. This may be a young woman, but—”

Before he can finish, nchi’s aura explodes, wild and oppressive. The air around her crackles with intensity, and the arrogant rchant begins trembling uncontrollably before collapsing to the floor.

nchi forces a smile, but the murderous edge in her voice is unmistakable. “You were joking… right?”

The man’s arrogance evaporates in an instant. “YES, YES! I WAS JOKING! I’M SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE !” he cries, desperately pleading for his life.

“I’ll let this slide… just this once,” nchi says coldly before turning her back on him and heading to the next rchant.

The second rchant, clearly having witnessed the spectacle, greets her with a nervous but welcoming grin. “Welco, young lady! Please, take a look. If anything catches your eye, I’ll give you a huge discount!”

“...” Alex stares at the scene in disbelief. Should I just threaten these people too to get better deals? Guess that wouldn’t work for —nchi’s just that scary.

His thoughts quickly take a turn. Though, on the other hand… what’s her deal? If she wants respect, maybe she should seriously stop dressing like a whore. I’m constantly staring at her ass and tits myself. Even after all this ti, I can’t stop. Alex shakes his head to refocus, moving on to check out the rchant’s goods.

Unfortunately, the system doesn’t recognize a single item from the rchant’s wares, confirming that it’s all useless.

The second rchant’s collection isn’t much better. He offers unique-looking hats and boots, so of which may hold historical or collector’s value. However, for Alex, it’s all aningless—only items the system recognizes are worth anything to him.

By the ti he moves on to the fifth rchant, Alex’s patience is wearing thin. But here, he finally spots sothing of interest.

The fifth rchant’s table is full of clothes—shirts, robes, and various accessories. Alex’s frustration mounts as he mutters under his breath, Why the fuck would he bring clothes to ? I asked for weapons, armor, and rare tools. A shirt doesn’t qualify.

Still, deciding to keep his temper in check, Alex inspects the items anyway. To his surprise, two of the shirts are actually recognized by the system!

[Elegant Shirt] and [Noble Shirt] appear before Alex. The [Elegant Shirt] looks like it was made for royalty, its intricate design highly decorative and ornate. The [Noble Shirt], while similar, is far simpler and more subdued, resembling an everyday shirt for soone wealthy.

[Elegant Shirt]

World: Hunter x Hunter

Quality:Light Green

Type: Shirt

Durability: 10/10

Effect:Decreases Stamina consumption by 5%

Note: A fake Shirt, supposed to mimic a famous and expensive brand, from decades ago. Created by an incredibly skilled artisan that poured his soul and efforts into it. This accidental creation lead to an unexpected outco.

[Noble Shirt]

World: Hunter x Hunter

Quality:Deep Green

Type: Shirt

Durability: 20/20

Effect:Increases AURA regeneration by 5%

Note: A shirt created by a true genius designer. This work was influenced by his incredible passion, talent and drive to succeed and has a permanent Aura surrounding it. Just wearing it increases your Aura regeneration. The design itself, with its unique and simplistic appearance, is ahead of its ti but not yet recognized by the design world, however.

Hmmm… this equipnt slot is interesting, Alex thinks as he inspects the shirts. I’m not wearing a shirt recognized by the system yet. Looks like I can wear a shirt even under my armor. The problem is that these items usually only grant minor effects. But the [Noble Shirt]? That’s a must-buy. It has a special Nen-related effect, and these kinds of items will be nearly impossible to find back in the Realm since Nen is unique to the Hunter x Hunter world. I need to buy the [Noble Shirt] at all costs… and the [Elegant Shirt], if it’s cheap enough, I guess.

Alex raises an eyebrow at the rchant and asks bluntly, “Why the fuck did you bring clothes? I was requesting sothing else, you know?”

The rchant looks nervous, his posture shrinking as he stamrs, “I guess… I thought ‘items’ ant clothes as well? Not what you wanted? Sorry for that… If you must, you don’t need to pay the 1 million. To be honest, I was desperate to sell my wares, and your offer sounded like a win to . 1 million even if I sell nothing? Since this only takes one day of my ti, I figured I’d give it a shot. Please just… keep your girl away from … I’m sorry!”

“... Don’t worry about her,” Alex replies, waving off the comnt. “Well, I actually like these clothes, even though they aren’t what I was looking for. I guess I’m so focused on fighting and acquiring powerful items, I didn’t bother much about clothes. Can’t beco a Floor Master looking like a beggar, right? How much for these shirts? Might as well throw you a bone. You look like you’re on your last legs, my friend.”

The rchant sighs deeply, looking defeated. “I guess I’m a bad rchant if it’s that obvious. But these shirts are genuine designer pieces from decades ago! Rare collector’s items, created by the fam—”

“STOP!” Alex cuts him off, narrowing his eyes. “I know you’re bullshitting . The Hunter Association told you explicitly I don’t want fakes, didn’t they?”

The rchant freezes, his confidence crumbling. “I… you… how…?” He stutters before admitting, “I… okay, maybe they aren’t entirely original. Why do you even want them then?”

“They might be fake,” Alex replies with a smirk, “but they look cool to . Their uniqueness fits my future image as a Floor Master. And honestly, I just wanted to throw you so money. I’ve already passed four rchants, and I’m trying to spend sothing here.”

The rchant looks relieved but still hesitant. “Just take them… but pay the 1 million, okay? That way, I’ll survive the month at least.”

Alex chuckles. “You know what? I like your honesty. 1 million Jenny—for each shirt.”

He pulls out two bundles of cash from his bag and tosses them onto the table. The rchant scrambles to catch them, his face lighting up with gratitude. Alex carefully bags the shirts, imdiately storing them in his bag.

As he walks away, he fights hard to suppress a grin, thinking, NO WAY. I got them both for free! What a win! Thank god they’re fakes! The fact that these fakes were created by geniuses is far more important than those shitty original designs! I think I’ll keep the [Noble Shirt] for myself and maybe ask Rishi or Tereza if they want the other. Rishi could really use the [Elegant Shirt]. His Stamina is trash since he can’t gain any PHY. It might help make up for that weakness. Plus, the look totally suits his style—elegant and pretentious, like him.

The remaining rchants glance at Alex with newfound interest, realizing that he’s actually willing to spend money and isn’t just wasting their ti.

The sixth and seventh rchants eagerly present their wares, both offering a variety of weapons. Alex examines the goods with rising horror as none of them are recognized by the system. He sifts through countless swords, axes, and daggers, tossing them back onto the tables with disgust.

“YOU SUCK!” he exclaims, glaring at the rchants as frustration boils over.

These are all shit! Fuck you! I want sothing good, and I’m willing to spend all I got!

The rchants exchange insulted looks but ultimately sigh in resignation, too intimidated to argue.

nchi looks at Alex in confusion, her hands on her hips. “What’s wrong? Nothing catching your interest? You’re pretty hard to please, I gotta say. Also, those shirts you bought were awful! What do you even want with them? I don’t get you at all. And these swords—honestly, they look decent enough to .”

Alex sighs and shakes his head. “No… this is all shit, nchi. I’ll explain it to you later. Nothing of value here, not for . Anyway, I’m moving on. Three more rchants to go.”

With that, Alex briskly walks toward the next two rchants, carefully inspecting their wares. However, it doesn’t take long for him to realize it’s yet another complete bust. Nothing. Not a single thing of value, he thinks bitterly. His patience is wearing thin as his gaze shifts to the final rchant—the one who greeted him at the start.

Only one guy left. The guy who welcod . Alex narrows his eyes. What arrogance, taking the last position on purpose… acting as if he knew I wouldn’t spend my money beforehand.

Slowly, Alex turns and makes his way toward the final rchant, recalling his weird na: Bruno Dianata. The man exudes smug confidence, the corners of his mouth curling into a subtle, knowing smile. This is the rchant who organized the event, the man who made sure everything was set up “just for him.”

Without holding back, Alex aggressively confronts him: “So… did you invite all these scamrs just to piss off? Was this your plan? To make upset and then get to overspend when I finally take a look at your wares? Because I’ve got to tell you, I’m so pissed right now, I don’t even know if I should bother looking.”

Bruno raises his hands, maintaining an air of calm. “Why… I never! Hunter Kerber, please, you are misunderstanding entirely,” he says smoothly, his voice as slick as oil. “Also, for your information, so of the items you so quickly dismissed are, in fact, original and fairly priced. I find myself questioning your criteria for choosing items.” He pauses, giving Alex a confident smirk. “Anyway, please—take a look. I’m certain you’ll regret it if you don’t.”

“Then let’s see what you’ve got,” Alex snaps, his tone sharp. “Or if this has all been a giant waste of my ti!”

Bruno’s smile widens as he reaches for a piece of cloth covering his wares. With a theatrical flourish, he playfully lifts the cloak, revealing what lies beneath.