Chapter 33: That’s No Ordinary Man, He’s Practically the God of Wealth

Chapter 33: That's No Ordinary Man, He's Practically the God of Wealth

The purchasing power of Hunter World's currency was far inferior to that of Dragon Ball World. Forty billion Jenny (Hunter World currency) was, at most, equivalent to just one billion Zeni (Dragon Ball World currency).

"Intruder alert!"

"Someone, help!"

Holding a pistol in his hand, Kairal felt a little more secure. He pointed at the intruder while shouting toward the door.

"No need to call for help. I was worried they'd be too noisy, so I let them take a little rest. I hope you don't mind?"

That was at least thirty elite guards—silently dealt with?

You must be joking.

The intruder didn't care about the pistol in Kairal's hand at all. Instead, he casually scanned the items displayed in the office cabinets, even turning his back to Kairal.

"Nice stuff."

"These could probably fetch a great price in another world."

The unexpected visitor was none other than Yamcha.

"I don't like people pointing guns at me. Even though that thing is useless against me, I still don't appreciate it."

Yamcha's gaze casually swept over the small pistol in Kairal's hand.

"So, could you put it away?"

That indifferent tone snapped Kairal back to reality.

"You—"

Just as he was about to speak, his vision blurred, and the pistol in his hand was suddenly gone.

The next moment, he saw it again—twisted into a piece of scrap metal.

"Sorry about that. I actually came to talk to you. Unfortunately, your receptionist told me I needed an appointment and refused to let me in. So, I had no choice but to come in this way."

Yamcha casually sat in Kairal's boss chair, resting his feet on the desk.

To be honest, he wasn't here to cause trouble.

"W-what do you need?"

Seeing that his life wasn't in immediate danger, Kairal exhaled in relief.

He suddenly recalled hearing from other crime bosses that the Ten Dons had a special task force made up of powerful ability users.

Perhaps this man in front of him was one of them.

Were all these ability users this strong?

"I don't like beating around the bush. I prefer a more direct approach. I hear that you, Mr. Kairal, are in charge of this auction."

"Is there something you want to buy?"

Kairal asked cautiously. If it wasn't too expensive, he'd just buy it and gift it to the man.

Even if the Mojito Family's funds were running low, a few tens of millions of Jenny was still within reach.

Building a good relationship with someone who could silently take out thirty elite gangsters seemed like a wise investment.

Of course, that was assuming his demands weren't too unreasonable.

"No, I have a batch of goods I want to sell."

Yamcha's response made Kairal pause for a moment, but he quickly adjusted his mindset.

"May I take a look at the goods?"

To be entrusted with managing the entire auction process for the Ten Dons, Kairal was certainly a shrewd businessman.

"Of course."

Yamcha pulled out two capsules.

Kairal, who had been thinking of ways to brush Yamcha off, suddenly froze. His mouth dropped open, and his eyes widened in shock.

"I-it's… amazing! Absolutely incredible! Where did you get these things?"

A jet aircraft—in a world where only airships existed, this was a revolutionary product.

And an old-model storage capsule—for this world, it was practically alien technology.

Kairal instantly realized the immense value of these items. If handled correctly, even just a 10% commission would bring in an astronomical profit.

"A secret realm."

Kairal nodded. Considering how mysterious these items were, it made sense that they came from some unknown secret realm.

Hunter World had countless hidden secrets—otherwise, the Hunter profession wouldn't exist. This was a world where even things like the Demon King's Score existed.

"Nice, right? These will definitely make this auction the hottest one yet."

If this deal went well, the Ten Dons would likely assign the next auction to him again, keeping the Mojito Family in the game.

"Even though the auction catalog was published in advance and it's a bit late to add new items, true treasures will shine no matter when they appear."

Yamcha's goods were one of a kind. In this world, the rarest things were always the most valuable.

If someone thought they had a monopoly, Yamcha could easily prove them wrong. With just a short trip, he could bring in more unique items.

As for replicating a jet aircraft—perhaps possible.

But storage capsules? Absolutely impossible.

Without Dr. Brief's god-tier technology, there was no way anyone in this world, not even those on the Dark Continent, could recreate such black-tech wonders.

Technology was like mathematics—if you didn't understand it, no amount of desperation would help.

Even if you begged Alluka Zoldyck to create storage capsules, she'd probably just turn you into a rope instead.

If you can't solve the problem, just get rid of the person who asked it.

"These items… these items…"

"After deducting the auction fees, I'll give you 20% of the earnings."

"You need money, don't you?"

That single sentence made Kairal swallow back whatever he was about to say.

His resentment and fear toward Yamcha's forceful entry? Gone.

Too much money.

"Deal!"

If money could solve a problem, then it wasn't really a problem at all.

Yamcha wasn't one to waste time on unnecessary things. As long as he achieved his goal, he preferred the fastest route.

His time was extremely valuable.

In fact, tonight's entire break-in was deliberate.

If he had gone through the proper channels to register for the auction, he'd likely have been scammed.

Yorknew City was under mafia control. No matter how "trustworthy" they appeared on the surface, they were still gangsters. Expecting honor among thieves?

For small deals worth only tens of millions of Jenny, sure—"a century-old reputation."

But if the value reached billions?

"What client? Never heard of him. These goods belong to our gang now."

So, making a grand entrance, showing off his strength, and dangling enough bait was the best strategy.

This approach eliminated at least 80% of potential problems.

As for the remaining 20%—well, if anyone dared reach for his loot, he'd simply cut off their hands.

"May I ask how to address you?"

"Just call me Yamcha."

"Mr. Yamcha, the auction is in a few days. In the meantime, allow me to extend the hospitality of Yorknew City."

Now, Kairal's gaze toward Yamcha had completely changed.

Was this even a man?

No.

This was a walking God of Wealth.

(End of Chapter)