LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 47: Business is booming
As he walked further towards the mansion and entering through those shiny gates, he found himself in a well lit market with glass for a ceiling. He found it beautiful, as it looked old and perfect. "Heh, this feels weirdly, nostalgic... Have I been here?" The child walked in with a happy face, the survives there looked at him weirdly, but he wasn't bothered by it, so instead he simply began walking throughout browsing, he might find something that could add up to his idea. The feeling of having purpose, it was his reason to still be alive, he had a goal to find what is necessary for his cocktail of still mystery ingredients, soon to be revealed.
And after a while he came across a colorful table with packets of some colored leaves, he knew what they were, leaves from the waterfall part of level 300, but this knowledge forced the satisfaction to just vanish, the satisfaction of learning, when curiosity leads him into having goals, he forgets about the intrusion of unnecessary questions, that is a reason why he wanted to make a cure, becoming blind to the cure that lays within him.
He had an idea to use them to create aromas from the cigarette, and so he went to the person behind the counter, he seemed like a happy fella, so as an entry into this conversation he made sure to talk with a more lively tone.
"Hello, would you like to take some?" The man asked his hand going left to right, marking the options. "Yeah, I would like to take this packet. How much will it be?" The child asked pointing at the orange pack, ready to summon the payment.
"These ain't that rare, but it's honest work, one bottle will be enough." The man replied lifting his shoulders and looking from down to the stock into the child's eyes. He knew how pockets work, and so he used it as a creation ground for any object that he would need, he could just make the object and then leave it at that, but he wanted to feel the sensation of creating something with his own hands. So he took the small plastic bag, before materializing a thermos of almond water in his hand and giving it to the man. "Pleasure doing business with you. Have A great one!" The child said before leaving, to which the man replied with a similar sentence and with a smile he sat back down on his plastic chair and waited for more customers.
The child walked from room to room, for hours. He felt slightly tired, majorly his legs as the upper part of his body felt more lively and energetic. He went from a shop to shop until he found himself at a dark corner of the room he was currently in, there weren't many people, but one with a winter jacket and widely spread pockets. Perhaps it was the stock, that he was selling and so he went closer to him, but before he could greet the man, he was straight to the point "Hey! Hey you! Are you searching for valuable goods?"
"Yeah, sure. What are you offering?" The child asked in reply walking closer to the guy.
"I got memory juice, a book from Blanche, a game, tarot cards you name it... I could give you anything you want if you pay the right price." The man replied giving a glimpse of jars, a gaming console in his backpack, that book and such.
"Say your prices, I am taking a jar or two." The child said changing his tone into a more grown up one.
"Well I will give you a jar for that pocket of yours." The man replied pointing at it, his spoke quietly.
"Heh, I even forgot this existed. But nah, that sounds like a rip off, can't we bargain for a better deal?" The child asked leaning forward and raising his eyebrow at the man.
"Yeah, two jars of memory juice for the pocket? Do we have a deal?" The man asked reaching out his head in anticipation, he was in a dire need of a way to travel more easily with stuff on him, this pocket had practically infinite value, and the child saw this perspective, but he wondered if this man would be willing to give up everything for this privilege of carrying.
"Still kinda falling behind, I saw how much good stuff you got. I wonder how you are carrying all of this with you."
'God not more' the man was thinking to himself but he was really determined to get this pocket. "Fine, all the jars of memory juice i have, the book and this organigun. That's my final deal." The man said pulling out a piece of clothe covering the weapon, this gave him another idea on how to use the weapon more efficiently without getting all the iron out of his body.
"Alright, now that's a deal I ain't missing up on." The child said as he pulled the earing he had off his ear and giving it over to the man. He didn't had a hole left, because he forced it to become a part of his flesh. "It's yours." The child said holding the pocket with his thumb and pointing finger, he had a cocky smile. "...Pleasure doing business." The man said his tone somewhat annoyed by the fact that the kid got a lot out of him, now he couldn't escape if he was in a dire situation. The child felt the sudden change in attitude and knew what might have caused this reaction. "Take the weapon... I ain't planning on getting you killed." The child said putting the two jars into his domain as if it was a pocket, with the book. "In this place, survival is everything... I won't be taking away your chance of living without at least trying to fight for your days." The child said with a deep voice before handling the man small vials with liquid iron. "It's only fair..." he said putting the small vials into the man's pocket. "Just pour it onto the or-gun and you will be fine." The child said before turning his back and walking throughout space back into his plane of possibility. But before he was fully through the man felt relieved and thanked him. Even if the thing he thought more as valuable was the book from Blanche, he still was thankful that he was given higher chances at survival.