Is it because I got more feed than I expected?
On the second day, I gave the same amount of feed to all the chickens and chicks, and I felt somewhat assured.
‘If it continues like this…’
If it goes smoothly, I would easily pass the trial.
At least passing it was certain, and the important point would be how many more chickens I could save.
I thought so.
“I have come to share some good words.”
Until the monkeys showed up.
■
“What?”
[The Golden Blue Monkey proposes a ‘trade’.]
[If you don’t make a ‘trade’, you must pay a fee equivalent to 1/3 of the farm’s chickens.]
As soon as day three began, I did a quick maintenance and tried to explore the newly opened area.
I had planned to do it the day before, but because of the battle with the wolf and the time it took to convert feed, I jumped straight to the next day.
Time was so short that I couldn’t even touch Buron, who had the greatest power.
“Good words, indeed.”
But they made the first move.
The Golden Blue Monkeys with their backpacks.
As soon as the day broke, the monkeys came to the farm.
[What the hell? Haha?]
[It’s a monkey, a monkey.]
[It’s bigger than Lily.]
[Huh?]
[Let’s kill them all.]
[Fee???]
[What’s that about?]
[Doesn’t look like much.]
[So cocky, haha.]
[Can we just turn that into feed?]
There were three monkeys in total, and the one at the front was slightly smaller than an adult woman.
However, it was much bigger than me, now a raccoon, with golden skin and a striking blue coin tattoo on its shoulder.
The monkey behind was a bit smaller, but still taller than me.
As for strength…
‘It’s similar to a wolf.’
In terms of size, it was actually weaker than a wolf.
“What good words?”
“Hehe. You are raising chickens.”
“Yes.”
“Coincidentally, we also need those chickens. How about trading them for suitable items?”
Clap! Clap!
As the monkey at the front clapped its hands, one of the monkeys in the back began to open its backpack and take out items.
Chik! Chik! Chik!
Items poured out endlessly like a pocket space.
Most were usable weapons, gold coins, or special jewels, but they didn’t seem very useful to me right now.
The only things that seemed somewhat useful were that spear and the hammer?
They might not be of high quality, but I could probably see anything from hero to legend grade.
Gold coins and jewels looked genuine, but didn’t hold much significance.
The monkeys probably came from the newly opened area, and the trading culture formed there would naturally be influenced by them.
[Hmm]
[Hmm, Lily…]
[What should we exchange for?]
[We could just kill them and take everything, right, Lily?]
[Isn’t everything just trash? Haha!]
[The weapons look nice.]
[Is there anything good?]
“Well, the weapons… Ah, that magical stone over there looks usable.”
“Hehehe. You have a good eye. This stone enhances the ‘special power’ that either you or us possess. It can also be processed for weapon use.”
This is special…
Thunk! The monkey’s two fingers folded.
“Sparkling Golden Chickens. I’ll only take three.”
“Three?”
“That’s right. Hehehe.”
[Too expensive.]
[Let’s just kill them, Lily.]
[What kind of rock is worth three chickens?]
[Is it really that good?]
If you ask whether the magical stone itself is good, then yes.
Considering the absolute lack of mana right now, having a magical stone might allow us to use something even more impressive.
If I can gain the wolf’s power again, I could produce more food using the stone.
But still, those three chickens were expensive.
Right now, it’s a fantastic magical stone, but back home with Elbrite, they’re just lying around.
If you go to Lasty’s lab, there are better magical stones piled up like mountains.
‘Do we really need it?’
“How much for that spear and hammer?”
“Oh, you mean these?”
Clang!
Monkeys behind me brought out a spear and a hammer.
Compared to the White Guardian I was using or the Kraken’s Spear, these looked incredibly ordinary, but in the current situation, they were useful weapons.
If you have them, they would definitely be useful.
“This one…”
The fingers of the monkey in front started moving.
As time passed, the monkey’s fingers extended instead of folding.
“The spear that pierces the divine, Obonura, is five Golden Chickens. The god-crushing hammer, Bugaronus, is seven Golden Chickens.”
“?”
How many?
“How many, you ask?”
“Five and seven, respectively. If you buy both, I’ll give you one off for eleven. Hehehe.”
“……”
What the?
[???]
[Is this guy crazy?]
[Are eleven chickens the name of someone’s dog?]
[Lolololololol.]
[Legendary!]
[The name is ridiculously grand.]
[Let’s just kill the monkey, Lily.]
[Eleven chickens???]
[Isn’t that a bit of a rip-off?]
[Hmm, Lily…]
“It’s expensive.”
“Hehehe. Is that so? A weapon that kills gods should not be cheap…”
Kill a god, my foot.
With that weapon, you couldn’t even kill a crab on the street.
If someone does manage to kill, it’s less about the weapon and more about the person wielding it having the god-like power.
It’s practically the same as killing with bare hands.
There’s really no need to spend a fortune on these grand-sounding weapons.
I don’t think I need to spend a fortune on those fancy weapons with such grand names.
I also asked about the prices of various items, and most of them started at the cost of two chickens.
Of course, none of them were particularly useful.
“So, what about this?”
The monkeys were even selling “chicken feed.”
“That ridiculous golden chicken won’t eat just anything, right? Isn’t managing all those chickens becoming a hassle for you?”
“That’s true.”
“So, we also sell this chicken feed. The price should be about one golden chicken per bag.”
“……”
[LOL]
[Just kill them, Lily]
[What crazy scammers]
[What even is a scam??]
[What about price manipulation?]
[Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill]
“Hmm… Can I think it over?”
“Take your time.”
The monkeys stepped back, leaving the items behind, saying to call them if explanations were needed.
They had an attitude that showed they were confident in whatever they were selling.
I pondered as I examined the items.
The viewers were itching to burst the deal and smash the monkeys’ pots, but I couldn’t do that.
“I can’t just walk away from this deal. The penalty for cancelling should be systemically applied.”
The monkeys may be weak, but they were backed by the system.
It meant I had to navigate through this ridiculous ‘trade’ unless I had the power to break the rules.
“It’s not like we’re completely hostile like wolves…”
[Aren’t we?]
[Can’t we just kill them?]
[Hmm]
[Geez…]
[Those monkeys just rub me the wrong way]
[Scammers deserve to be punished.]
[For real, LOL]
Suddenly, I recalled the name of this trial.
‘The Dilemma of Sacrifice and Salvation.’
Saving those in crisis is salvation.
But to save more, someone must inevitably ‘sacrifice.’
‘You cannot save everyone.’
On Day 1 and Day 2, I had to protect the chickens from the wolves that were targeting the farm.
I managed to subdue all the wolves with various tricks, but originally, I would have had to sacrifice a few chickens.
But I protected the chickens without sacrificing anyone.
I made the ‘impossible’ possible.
But Day 3 was a bit different.
‘Absolute rules, power.’
Unbreakable rules were forcing me to make sacrifices.
Unless I had the power to overturn the game, sacrifices were essential.
‘If both the monkeys and I have to move on the game board…’
“Ah.”
[?]
[Why?]
[What are you thinking?]
Maybe it could work.
It would have been impossible in a normal trade, but because it was a trade based on ‘rules,’ it might be possible.
I called over the monkeys.
■
The golden blue monkey Moa chuckled as he saw the raccoon lost in thought.
I chuckled while watching.
It was impressive to catch all the loud beasts known as wolves, but after all, it’s just a raccoon.
As long as the power of ‘the deal’ embedded in the ‘blue tattoo’ exists, the raccoon can never harm them or terminate the transaction.
If it did, a severe loss would come upon the raccoon.
All that the raccoon could do was buy their items at a price several times higher than the original.
Just as I imagined the coming future and smiled, the raccoon called out to us again.
“Hehe. Did you call for me?”
“I’m personally curious. Will you be coming again in the future?”
“Of course. It’s a good trading place, so I plan to visit every day.”
I will suck you dry to the bone.
The raccoon nodded.
“I really hope so. I’ll trade.”
“Good choice. Shall I offer you the spear and hammer, weapons that can kill gods? Or would you like to buy some chicken feed?”
“No.”
The raccoon shook its head.
Then it went on to haul a bunch of something piled up in a giant building.
Thud! Thud!
Countless bags were placed on the ground.
Once they laid their items just like themselves, the length was ten times that of a monkey, and the height was three times that of a monkey.
It seems to be a grain that beasts like raccoons mainly eat…
“…What is this?”
“It’s food. Food. It’s delicious.”
“Grain, huh? Useless for anything.”
What do you plan to do with this nonsense?
Moa sneered inwardly at the raccoon.
The price is so high that it seems like they’re trying to bargain with whatever they have… they’ve completely underestimated the power of ‘the deal.’
‘There’s no way that will work with just that.’
In reality, those grains were not subject to ‘the deal’ at all.
Grains that react to nothing like stones on the roadside.
Moa smiled as he looked down at the raccoon.
“It was a clever idea, but I don’t think we can negotiate with those.”
“Is that so?”
“Hehe. That’s right. Even if you bring 1,000 bags of those grains, they’ll be completely useless…?”
Wow…!
They reacted.
Moa was suddenly startled to see the grains reacting to his power.
Why, why are they reacting all of a sudden?
They’re just completely useless grains…?
Moa glared dubiously at the raccoon.
In the raccoon’s hand, familiar blue fur was fluttering.
“100 bags of Buron-flavored grain. For sale.”
The price is the same as one golden chicken.
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