As the system's portal wrenched him back into his apartment, Liam found himself blinking against the sudden onslaught of familiar surroundings. The stark contrast from the cavern's shadows was disorienting, and he instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes from the harsh light.
"Well, that was quite the ride," Liam muttered to himself, his voice tinged with a mix of amazement and exhaustion.His body felt like it had been through a wringer, a sentiment that was echoed by the various cuts and bruises that adorned his form. Gingerly, he assessed his injuries, his fingers tracing the lines of his struggles. As the weight of the battles settled upon him, he knew he had to address his wounds promptly."Back to the real world, with its real-world problems," he sighed, his words carrying a hint of wry amusement.Cleansing and dressing his wounds became his immediate priority, a task that required more determination than he had initially anticipatWith his hunger sated by a warm meal, Liam turned his attention to his virtual store. The familiar interface greeted him, and he navigated it with the skill of a seasoned merchant. His eyes danced across the digital display of his accumulated wealth. The profits he had reaped were beyond his wildest expectations, a realization that both amazed and emboldened him.Curiosity gnawed at him, prompting him to ask the system a question. "So, what exactly is a merchant quest?"The system responded promptly, explaining, "A merchant quest is a way to upgrade your job level. Once your experience points for your current job max out, you can undertake these quests to advance to the next level. Each quest provides advantages for your store, enhancing its capabilities. Currently, each item you sell or buy through the merchant system incurs a 5% fee, which decreases as you progress through the levels, including transfer fees."Liam pondered the information before voicing his s
Liam finally arrived at his old, rundown house, his heart heavy with a pang of sadness as he gazed at the dilapidated structure. Cracks spider-webbed across the walls, and the roof leaked in multiple places. The sorry state of the house was a reflection of the struggles his family had endured. It was no wonder that his mother's health had deteriorated living in such conditions. But now, things were different; everything was about to change for the better.He pushed open the rustic door, the familiar creak echoing through the air. Just as he was about to close the door, a collision jolted him. A small figure crashed into him with force, jostling him."Liam! Liam, I missed you!"Liam looked down to see a young boy wrapped around his waist, clinging tightly. A smile tugged at Liam's lips despite the circumstances."Jun?!" he exclaimed, disbelief and joy coloring his voice.The little boy, Jun, looked up at Liam with round, teary eyes that held a mixtu
After his sister had finally calmed down from her earlier distress, Liam decided it was time to visit the doctor who had been treating his ailing mother. It was a necessary step, a way to ensure that everything was truly alright. The doctor in question was Dr. Aisha, a woman around 30 years old who held an air of youthful vitality. Her intelligence was apparent, evident in the way she carried herself and the knowledge she possessed.Dr. Aisha's complexion gleamed with a healthy olive hue, a testament to her own care for her well-being. The white doctor's coat she wore accentuated her slender figure, giving her an air of both cleanliness and sophistication. As Liam entered her office, she gestured for him to take a seat. Her voice was calm and composed as she inquired, "What can I help you with today?"Liam swallowed the lump in his throat before mustering the courage to voice his fears. "It's about my mother. How is she? Will she be alright?" he asked, his desperation
Liam's fists clenched, his knuckles turning white with the effort of holding back the surge of anger within him. He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on his uncle who stood before him, wearing a facade of innocence that grated on Liam's nerves. The weight of the conversation hanging heavily in the air. This was not the time for a confrontation, he reminded himself, even though every fiber of his being screamed for retribution."This is about Mom," Liam finally spoke, his voice quivering with a mix of sorrow and frustration. He fought to keep his emotions in check, to maintain a semblance of composure. "It's about the incident that happened to my mother that left her unconscious, with a wound to her head."His uncle, seemingly taken aback by Liam's directness, stumbled over his words in a desperate attempt to respond. "Wha... what are you talking about? I don't know anything about that. I haven't been to your rundown house. Like hell would I willingly go there."
Not even a day had passed when Liam received the devastating news – his painstakingly prepared police report had been rejected, dismissed as inconclusive due to a lack of substantial evidence. The weight of those words hit him like a relentless wave, a surge of frustration, disappointment, and despair crashing over him with merciless force. Naomi, Liam's younger sister, looked on at his crestfallen face with growing concern. She could see the storm of emotions churning within him, but her attempts to reach out were met with a forced smile that failed to mask his turmoil. "What happened, Liam?" Naomi inquired, her voice filled with genuine worry. "It's nothing," Liam muttered, his words as hollow as his expression. He brushed past his sister, walking away from his mother's room where she lay, weak and under constant treatment. Naomi watched his retreating figure with a heavy heart, sensing the depth of his distress even if he refused to share it. She u
A week had passed since the commotion caused by Liam's niece at his home, and strangely, nothing eventful had unfolded in the aftermath. "I guess he realized that he is just nobody. He understands how powerless he is. Good for him to know his place," Liam's uncle mused, his lips curling into a self-satisfied grin. The incident had perhaps served as a humbling experience, a reminder of the limits of his niece's influence. Feeling a sense of peace and quiet prevailing, Liam's uncle decided to indulge in his favorite pastime – gambling. His steps were light, almost rhythmic, as he made his way to the gambling den. He had pushed aside the cautions of his parents, who had warned him to keep a low profile for a while longer. "It's been a week anyway, and nothing really happened," he reasoned with himself as he strode confidently onward. Entering the den, Liam's uncle felt a surge of anticipation, the familiar rush of excitement that came with the possibility of winning big
The living room was bathed in the dim blue glow of the television. The news anchor's voice echoed through the room, carrying with it a shocking revelation. "Heir of local business owners charged for money laundering and shady business..." the anchor reported, her tone grave and concerned.And then, without warning, the television screen went blank, cutting off the disturbing news abruptly. The remote control, gripped tightly and then slammed onto the floor, shattering into pieces."Look at your son!" Grandpa's voice was laced with anger as he turned to his wife. "This good-for-nothing son of yours still manages to bring shame upon our family at his age. This is why you should not have pampered him so much."Grandma sat on the couch, her eyes swollen from crying, her heart heavy with worry for her beloved son. Tears streamed down her face as she clutched her handkerchief tightly."Can you just call your friend again? Maybe he can help," she pleaded, her vo
Liam stood amidst the goblin corpses, his breathing heavy and his sword dripping with the creatures' dark blood. Liam wiped the sweat and goblin blood from his forehead, catching his breath as he surveyed the scene. The last goblin lay motionless at his feet. His heart raced with triumph, but beneath it all was a burning desire to complete what he had started."With this, I can finally go back and finish what I have started," he thought, his determination shining through his weariness."Status," Liam said aloud, addressing the system that had become an integral part of his life.⌈ STATUS ⌉NAME : LIAM KIM LV. 20JOB : MERCHANT