Kill the Sun

"How much will it be this time?"

A man wearing a luxurious suit looked at another man wearing some kind of silver armor.

The two of them were located near the middle of the Inner City.

Behind the man in armor were several more people and a huge wagon.

The huge wagon was over 20 meters long and nearly five meters high, carried by over 20 gigantic tires.

Just by the looks of things, the wagon probably weighed several tons.

The lower half of the wagon was solid steel with no openings, but the upper half had a couple of openings to let light in.

If one looked through the openings, one would see a luxurious interior filled with several beds.

Four people stood in front of the wagon, near several grabbable parts.

Usually, people would feel shocked after seeing the four people. After all, all four of them were Experts.

Yet, no one even batted an eye at the wagon and the people since they were here every month.

It was a trading caravan.

And the four Experts were there to pull the wagon.

Yes, their only job was to pull it.

Around the wagon were five other people, looking at the interior of the Inner City with boredom.

All five of them were Specialists.

Level five Extractors.

But there was one more person.

The one in the silver armor. The one who was currently talking to the person in the suit.

This person had a shocking identity.

He was a Hero.

A level six Extractor!

And he was the leader and owner of the trading caravan.

They moved from city to city, buying the local specialties at a low price and selling them at a much higher price.

There was a lot of money to be made this way.

After all, traveling through the outside world was supremely dangerous.

In general, there were four kinds of Specters outside the cities.

First, freshly born Specters. Naturally, these kinds of Specters were very weak and valuable. Almost all of them were Hatchlings.

Second, Specters that had to flee from a city to survive. Those ranged from Hatchlings to Fanatics and even to the occasional Demon.

Third, Specters that operated from outside any cities, like the Parasite. Those Specters tended to be very dangerous, and something like this was generally only considered possible after a Specter became a Fanatic.

Lastly, Specters that had destroyed a city. Almost all of them were Fallen, and they were very rare.

If one was lucky, one wouldn't meet any Specters except for some Hatchlings, which could be sold for a ton of money in any city.

However, if one was unlucky, one could come across an extremely powerful Specter, and even if the Specter was so powerful that it didn't care about the group, it might decide to use the group of humans to sneak into a new city.

After which, the group would die, of course.

Going outside was extremely dangerous.

But that was why trading between cities was so valuable.

And these people earned their living this way.

"The food has proven to be a great hit," the man in the silver armor said to the man in the suit.

The man in the suit was a representative from the city, sent to negotiate with the trading caravan.

"We're glad to hear that!" the man in the suit said with a friendly smile. "I presume you want more this time?"

The man in the silver armor nodded. "Not many people are interested in the big mosquito larvae of this city, but the few that have tried them loved them. I think I'll take a stock of about 150 kg of those this time."

The man in the suit nodded and wrote something on a small piece of paper.

"People also love your rusty cubes. I keep telling them that they are called mixed meat cubes, but they just keep referring to them as rusty cubes due to their color," the man in the silver armor said with a laugh.

"I get it," the other man answered with a laugh.

"Put me down for 800 kg of those."

For a couple of minutes, the man kept asking for more and more things.

In the end, he bought over three tons of food and another eight tons of miscellaneous goods.

The man in the suit created a contract, and after some negotiation, they agreed on the terms.

After the contract was signed, the man in the armor took out several white crystals.

Each crystal represented five kilograms of solidified Zephyx!

The crystals were carefully put into a suitcase, which was being guarded by a Specialist.

A moment later, several people appeared in the plaza, all carrying crates filled with different items.

"Anything interesting happen lately?" the man in the silver armor asked casually.

"Not much. Everything's basically the same," the man in the suit answered.

"Oh, right! I've heard that there is a new Manufacturer in the city," the man in the silver armor commented.

The man in the suit furrowed his brows. "Is there?" he asked in confusion.

"I think so," the man answered. "At least, I've heard someone say it. What was their name again? Dark Dream?"

"Oh, right," the man in the suit said. "I would say they are kind of new. Although, I thought you would have already heard about them. They've been here for a couple of years already."

"How are they doing?" the man in the silver armor asked.

"Pretty good, as far as I can tell, but that's to be expected. The owner of Dark Dream is the son of Vernon Melfion."

"Oh?" the man in silver armor uttered. "Then, things make sense. I was surprised since it is so rare to see a new Manufacturer appearing in any city. Are they here in the Inner City?"

"No, they're in the Outer City," the guy in the suit said casually. "Pretty big building in the south. You basically can't miss it."

"Interesting," the man in the silver armor said.