Walking back and forth, Ken was like this for an hour already. If he were to walk in a straight line then he would have already arrive to heaven.
But he seems to be in deep thought as he walk back and forth in his small and cramped room of his which he had rented for a cheap price of 10 copper coins.
The room has only a bed and a table inside with no other things except for the monkey like Ken who is very "walky".
The reason why is that he is out of ideas on what he should do. What he should do you say? It is to become the richest merchant in the world.
Although merchants don't have the strength they have the authority as long as they have the money. Many merchants are like that, they have powerful experts behind them, protecting them from any danger that might occur in any moment.
And Ken wants to become a merchant and also a cultivator. But why? It is because he is a money grubber, there is nothing he loves more than money, other than beauties, Ken also have moneys.
As he was born from a noble family, Ken have tasted what it feels like to have a lot of money. Because of this he got a little wild on his thoughts and sneak away from home to become a merchant.
But who would have thought that the reality is quite harsh on him as he suffered a very early slap that everything is not as what he wants to be.
During that time he suffered so many set backs, turning him from a silkpants to an almost no-pants. He became so poor that he was lower than a servant. He tried selling the weapons he find to mercenaries and warriors but who would buy second hand weapons for 5 gold coins?
That's right! Ken is selling a very poor quality second hand weapon for 5 gold coins. As everyone knows that 1 gold coin is equivalent to 100 silver coins and each silver coins can be exchange for a hundred copper coins.
So that means that Ken was selling a trash weapon for 5000 copper coins. It was already a miracle that there was someone that asks about the price but no one in their right mind would buy that tyoe of weapon.
Because of this, Ken was pushed in a tricky situation as he only have 9 silver coins left from the 10 gold coins he brought from home. This 9 silver coins is enough for him to last for ten days and after that he would have to chose whether to return home or stay here and die from hunger.
"NOOOOOO!!!!!" Ken shouted in a very exaggerated manner.
His shout cause a large disturbance to his nearby neighbors.
"F*ck! You b*stard, are you tired of living?"
"Shut the hell up you moron!!"
A drop of cold sweat flow on his forehead as Ken stayed quiet for several seconds as he gulped his saliva in nervousness.
He just shouted earlier and didn't mean to disturb others. Although he is somewhat stupid, but he knows who to provoke and not to. His nearby neighbors are level 4 warriors whereas he was just a weakling level 2 warrior.
The difference was quite large so he dare not to yell anymore. He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead as he began to think of a way to solve his current problem.
With the 9 silver coins, Ken has no idea what he will do with this small amount of money. Nor he has any idea how will he sell the weapon he just found by accident.
Thinking of it, he picked up a weapon from underneath the bed and began to examine it.
It was a 3 feet long rusty sword, although it was covered with rust the outline of the weapon can still be seen and can be considered to be quite good. He found this weapon in the forest when he was on his way to Hinet City.
Along the way he tried many time to sell this weapon, he even tried to leave it at the shops he encountered but the shop owners refused to accept this sword.
He then began to think about himself, he actually felt that the sword and him are actually the same. No one wants them and the two of them were thrown like they are some sort of trash.
(AN: Oh Come on! It was you left you home!)
Ken felt that this sword is actually not that bad, a few wiped and after the rust on the sword is removed then it can be reused again.
He then began to work, he took out a grindstone from his bag and began to remove the rust on the sword.
"Wow! What are this rusts made of? They actually stick so hard on the sword." Ken was surprised to find out that the rust on the sword were not to easy to remove as he had thought.
"But no matter what you are, you will not be able to stop me!" Ken, just like a kid who had his candy stolen began to remove the rust on the sword in a very fast pace.
Little by little the rust on the sword are removed through the continuous effort of Ken. At this time his clothes is already soaked wet by his sweat. Beads sweat had also formed on his forehead.
'I didn't know why I am even doing this, is there any gain for me if I finish this?'
Ken thought that it was very strange for him to do this type of physical work. Usually he would just hire other to clean it for him but today seems to be different as he personally did it.
'It might be because I'm out of money.' Ken thought to himself.
But what he didn't notice is that there was a slight glow on the sword but is very hard to see if you don't focus hard enough.
As the rust on the sword gets removed one by one, the glow on the sword began to increase as well.