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WALKTHROUGH TO BECOMING A MERCHANT KING IN A FANTASY WORLD

Nikos Aarav die and get transmigrated into another world. Using the 'Merchant System' he aim to get a comfortable life and not too forget becoming wealthy like in his previous life.

In this new world, he goes across kingdom and continents; diverse beast-kin kingdom, nature beauty elf kingdom, dive inside a mountain lava of dwarf kingdom, floating kingdom of winged creatures, even go to a demon king palace. 

And many more secret and undiscovered territory.

Claiming this new world as his money making machine.

It all began with a single thought: "In this world, I want to live a comfortable life and have the freedom to do whatever I like. To go on adventures, fight monsters, and getting rich," he pauses, smirking to himself, "well maybe dominate the world on the side, just a little bit." with a carefree shrug, he walks away.

NOTE: 
This story start slow and comfortable pace. However slowly but surely as the volume progress, it will begin to reveal how modern economy knowledge can enable someone to control the global economic power of kingdoms, continents, and the world.

Guild of Gold: Merchant King's Handbook

Within the Grand Alchemist Sal private office, leader of the alchemist association sat behind his desk, his eyes fixed on the papers in front of him.

Across from him stood High Alchemist Aethoniel, with a stern expression on his face.

Aethoniel had been standing there for half an hour, waiting for the Grand Alchemist to finish with his work.

For anyone else, especially an elf, being ignored for half an hour would be a humiliating act. Elves were known as a proud race, but in front of the Grand Alchemist Sal, Aethoniel had nothing but respect toward this young leader.

The Grand Alchemist took a glance at Aethoniel, "Go to Oakheart town and strip your own nephew of his rank." He said, while focusing back on his papers.

Aethoniel nodded, his face feeling embarrassed as he remembered his stupid nephew's mistakes. "I will make sure he understands his mistakes properly, sir." A hint of steel crept into his voice.

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