Zion_Mei

One scam package,

That's all it took to drag the 17-year-old Cail into the world of the void. 

...

He thought he had ordered a limited-edition sneakers. But what came was a shady-looking package on his front gate. It smelled like rotten egg and sulfur. Inside the package was a strange box. 

It's filled with eccentric junk. They looked very intricate and mysterious. He thought, ''I probably got someone else's package, a package from someone that was very interested in mysticism.''

An old coin, a cracked compass, a ring with an ugly center stone, and some other weird looking trinkets.

So he did what any broke student would do:

He sold it. He figured someone might want them for cosplay or something. Well, except the gold-rimmed glasses that seemed to fit him very well. 

"Damn, I paid 7,000 nu for that sneaker; I better get something out from this scam package."

Then all hell broke loose. Strange people started approaching him. 

People brought that junk. Very strange people wearing suspicious get up trying to buy those stuff in the sketchiest manner possible. 

As he kept selling, he realized that the box was refilling, it seemed to have an endless supply of those strange stuff. Those people called it 'artifacts'.

Then one day he woke up with a strange tattoo on his arm; inside the tattoo was an independent space containing the box. It is basically inseparable from him.

"I didn't ask for any of this to happen. But now, strange people come to me with desperate offers. Money, memories, and even soul."

He's just trying to survive high school while earning some money!

He had no idea what was going on, but apparently, this thing that he  got? It's not just an artifact. It's a contract. 

As Cail navagates school life, part-time jobs, and otherworldly clients, he starts asking the real question:

When did I become an artifact dealer?!

By day, he is just an ordinary student, a NPC character.

And by night? He is The Dealer. Selling ancient items and dealing with people that he probably shouldn't be talking to.

"Since I'm already in this mess, might as well profit off of it."

When Did I Become An Artifact Dealer?!

The cleanup that Cail had called for finally arrived. After they cleaned up the body, Cail walked away with his loot.

They didn't bring much—just some junk artifacts that could be used in daily life as tools. There were a few books and an ominous-looking token that seemed to be sucking the energy out of the carrier.

"They probably didn't know this either." Cail surveyed the ominous token. It slowly corroded the void energy of the carrier and ate them from the inside.

The token was made out of an unknown kind of metal. It was black, with a carving of the sun on it. The sun should be a symbol of brilliance—why was this token so dark?

For some reason, he remembered the legend that Iven had talked about. It should be Illunis, right? The dead Sun God?

"I should look into legends about gods. Since void energy exists, then maybe some of those legends are real."

Chapter 117: Meeting Father