Chapter 30 : My Superpower Is… Being Rich!

Rationality told Ron:

This wasn’t his original world, and his simple sense of right and wrong couldn’t be blindly applied here.

If he wanted to live better in this world, he had to adapt to his identity—adapt to the cruel rules this world operated by.

After coming to terms with that…

There was a moment when Ron had almost given up on doing anything at all.

But just as he was about to leave—

He suddenly turned to Perica and asked her those questions.

And after receiving a clear answer—

Ron, face cold and eyes sharp, strode straight over to the stall owner.

“Huh?”

“What do you want—Ugh!!”

Before the confused stall owner could react, Ron raised his fist and slammed it right into the man’s face!

With a loud crack, the stall owner’s nose was shattered instantly, and bright red blood began gushing from his nostrils.

“Wh-What the hell is wrong with you!?”

Having been punched out of nowhere, the stall owner clutched his bleeding nose and jumped up in rage.

Faced with the stall owner’s furious yelling—

Ron smirked coldly and calmly wiped his hand with a handkerchief.

“What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t like your face. So I punched it. Problem?”

Hearing this—

The stall owner’s eyes went wide.

That sentence nearly made him explode with rage!

“You—you’re just here to pick a fight, aren’t you?!”

“I’ll beat the crap outta you!”

He raised his fist, aiming to punch Ron back.

But the moment he swung—

Perica intercepted it cleanly.

“Wh-Who the hell are you!?”

Now the stall owner was totally stunned.

What the hell was going on today?

One lunatic after another!

He kept trying to pull his arm back, but Perica held it firmly.

Expressionless, she said coldly:

“You’re trying to attack a noble?”

The moment she said that—

The stall owner broke out in a cold sweat.

“N-Noble?!”

He looked nervously at the two of them, trying to size them up.

But after giving them a closer look, the fear quickly faded from his face.

“Noble?!”

“Pfft— seriously?”

“You two? Nobles?”

“Take a look in a mirror!”

“Your faces look like they’ve been plowed through by an ox!”

“Skin like sandpaper, and you call yourselves nobles?”

Having decided they weren’t nobles after all—

The stall owner snorted coldly.

“What are you waiting for? Go call the garrison!”

“There’s trouble here! Hurry up and call the military police!”

At his order—

The boy in charge of handling payments nodded nervously and turned to run.

But Ron suddenly barked:

“Stop right there!”

His voice carried such weight that the boy froze in place and looked fearfully at the stall owner.

Before the stall owner could say anything—

Ron added with a grin:

“I’ve taken a liking to this woman.”

“How much? I’m buying her.”

Upon hearing that— The stall owner suddenly looked like he understood everything.

“Oh, I see now.”

“So you’re just some soft-hearted do-gooder who can’t stand to see me roughing up a slave, huh?”

“You trying to play the hero and save her?”

“You look broke as hell—can you even afford her?!”

He spoke smugly, full of arrogance.

But Ron simply pulled out his coin pouch and repeated the question in a flat tone:

“How much?”

Seeing how unfazed Ron was, the stall owner casually sat back down and tended to his broken nose.

He held up three fingers.

“Well, she’s over twenty, but with looks like that—any Filin girl like her’s worth three gold coins at the very least.”

Ron silently untied the pouch and started counting the coins.

Realizing Ron might actually have enough—

The stall owner’s shifty little eyes lit up.

“Hey! Wait a minute!”

“That’s the price for a normal buyer!”

“You punched me in the face, and you still want to pay full price like nothing happened?”

“Dream on!”

“You want to act all noble and generous? Then fork over six gold coins!”

“Consider the extra three my medical expenses!”

Upon hearing that—

Ron let out a scornful chuckle.

Without a word, he threw the entire coin pouch right at the guy’s face!

“OW!!!”

Caught off guard, the stall owner took the full hit!

The heavy pouch slammed into his face, leaving him dazed and seeing stars.

It took him a good while to shake it off.

When he finally recovered—

He leapt to his feet, furious again.

“You damn broke punk, acting all rich?!”

“What, you think you’re hot stuff with a pouch full of worthless coins?!”

He grabbed Ron by the collar, ready to start swinging again—

But suddenly, the surrounding crowd erupted in gasps and awe:

“WHOA!!!”

“T-Those are all gold coins?!”

“Whose young master is this?!”

Hearing the surprised murmurs—

The stall owner paused and turned to look at the pouch.

He saw a few shiny gold coins scattered across the ground, and when he peeked inside—

The entire pouch was full of nothing but gold.

No copper.

Not even silver.

Just pure, heavy, gleaming gold.

At that instant—

The stall owner let go of Ron’s collar and pounced toward the pouch like a starving dog.

“Ahahaha~!”

“S-So many gold coins?!”

“Good heavens!!”

He shoved his hand into the pile, letting the coins slip through his fingers.

As he counted them one by one…

He realized the pouch contained a total of 106 gold coins.

After confirming the number—

The stall owner stayed kneeling on the ground and turned toward Ron with a fawning smile.

“Heh heh, this lowly one didn’t know better, daring to rough up someone you had your eyes on, sir!”

“What if I left a scar, huh?”

“This lowly one deserves punishment! Absolutely deserves it!”

“Heh heh heh!”

And with that, he even started slapping himself in the face.

His attitude had done a complete 180, like night and day.

Watching him grovel like a pathetic little worm—

Ron scoffed.

“Six gold coins for a slave girl, huh?”

“You filthy dog—then I’ll buy all sixteen girls in your filthy stall.”

“Get them delivered to my estate before sundown.”

“If you’re even a minute late—those extra coins will be used to buy your life.”

“Tch. Trash.”

He spat right in the stall owner’s face, fully playing the role of a rich, arrogant young master.

And yet—

The stall owner, with Ron’s spit running down his cheek, just kept bowing his head and grinning like a fool.

“Y-Yes! Absolutely!”

“I’ll have them all delivered, right away!”

Ron ignored the flattery and turned to leave.

Perica stayed behind a moment and handed the stall owner a slip of paper with an address on it.

“Huh?”

“What place is this…?”

The stall owner stared at the address, confused.

Before he could ask—Perica had already turned and left, following Ron.

Later, once he finally found out where the estate was and whose land it belonged to—

The stall owner’s cheerful expression turned to one of total despair.

He knew then:

Not only had he just lost all his slaves, He’d most likely lose that hundred gold coins, too…

As the commotion ended, the crowd quickly dispersed.

Only one girl, locked inside a cage, narrowed her eyes.

“A human noble, huh…”

“Heh.”

Despite her fatigue and weakness, a faint smile crept onto her face.

…

Meanwhile—

After leaving the stall—

Ron let out a long sigh of relief.

When Perica caught up to him—

He asked with a slightly embarrassed look:

“I… looked pretty trashy back there, didn’t I?”

“Even if the estate really does need, like, thirty new staff members…”

Perica, whose face usually stayed blank and expressionless, allowed the corners of her mouth to curl up ever so slightly.

“Not at all.”

“If anything…”

“That was the most handsome I’ve ever seen you, young master~”