I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 459 - 51: Gold Market Manager

Li Xin’s gaze swept over the layout of the Gourmet Association. The entire decoration was extremely exquisite, appearing more expensive the longer he looked, complemented by a variety of meticulously paired ingredients, exuding a faint fragrance.

Li Xin did not linger for long. He glanced around briefly and left the Gourmet Association with Qi Badao. It wasn’t that Li Xin didn’t want to stay, but he felt any longer would surely lead to ordering a meal, and judging by the setup, it probably wasn’t free. Damn, the price for one meal could likely send him back in time. In his past life, he envied those who dined without looking at the price. This life seems no different.

Qi Badao, on the other hand, was elated. He had truly broadened his horizons. Brother Li was still Brother Li, even in the Dragon Capital.

Although it was his first time here, Qi Badao was familiar with the association’s intricacies. In his line of work, he always believed that vision and intelligence were the most important things, followed by combat ability. Previously, Li Xin thought those Secret Organizations all operated in the shadows. In reality, they have always had their ways of existing. Of course, the black market was just their means of external communication, not their headquarters. Interestingly, there are no orthodox Churches in the black market, but the Hundred Martial Hall is quite renowned here.

The Hundred Martial Hall worships the Martial God, but it is not a Church and should be regarded as a Secret Organization. In Dragon Capital’s area, it’s somewhat high-profile.

Then there’s the renowned Adventurer Association, the symbol of wealth—the General Exchange Bank, and so on, all major players in the Silver Market.

"Some niche cults appear in the black market in certain forms," Qi Badao said.

Along the way, Qi Badao gained some insight, akin to that so-called philosophy of Unity of Knowledge and Action. This would undoubtedly help him boast when encountering colleagues.

Once more, the road ahead turned blank, with golden bricks further along, and even thicker mist. Qi Badao stopped instinctively, "Brother Li, ahead is the Gold Market."

"What’s going on?" Li Xin, too, was curious. This place truly broadens one’s view. What transcends these ancient Secret Organizations?

"I really don’t know," Qi Badao cautiously replied, looking around surreptitiously. "They say it’s all terrifying entities, not inferior to the major Churches and the backbone of the black market."

As Li Xin and Qi Badao reached the border of the Gold Market, the entire intersection of the Silver Market seemed to slow down, with everyone secretly observing these two.

The Gold Market has always existed, yet it’s rare to see anyone actually enter for years. It is the most secretive area of the black market, its existence virtually indistinguishable. The organizations within are the stabilizing forces of the black market and even all of Dao Yuan, equal to both divine and royal power, permitted by the Sixth Epoch law to rule. When the Gold Market opens, both the black market and Silver Market temporarily close, signifying major events when the black market is closed, and the Gold Market is open.

Li Xin wanted to turn back, but an ancient calling reached his ears.

"Let’s go see." Li Xin continued forward, the mist on either side growing denser than before, drawing attention from the entire Silver Market.

Qi Badao was startled, wanting to stop him but it was too late. His body instinctively followed, soon feeling it hard to breathe, as if countless Fallen were watching him, sending chills down his spine and soaking his back. He dared not turn back or halt, only sticking closely to Li Xin’s path. Suddenly, a tall silhouette emerged before him, shrouded in mist, standing over three meters tall, clad in a massive black robe. At the sleeve of the robe was a golden scale, and in its hand, a black scythe, blocking the way like a wall of sighs.

The legendary Gold Market Manager.

Anyone with some understanding of the black market knows not to approach the Gold Market uninvited; it’s not a place accessible to just anyone. A slight mishap could lead to injury or even death.

The Gold Market Manager enveloped the two in an aura of suffocating power, causing Qi Badao’s teeth to chatter uncontrollably, his legs buckling. Familiar deathly pressure surrounded him, rendering him immobile and voiceless. The terrifying figure before him could take his life at will.

Rumor has it that even angels who venture here never return.

Li Xin looked up at the towering figure, as the Gold Market Manager gazed back at him. The sensation was all too familiar, even etched into his bones. A few years ago, he would have avoided it immediately, but now he wanted to see, for since it exists, there’s no avoiding it.

The golden manager slowly drew the massive scythe from his back. Meanwhile, on the long street of the Silver Market, both patrons and associations silently observed the two reckless intruders. Far away, Lan Yue stood at a door, gazing intently into the distance, her eyes filled with puzzlement and a hint of anxiety. The association’s esteemed guest had just visited her, only to die at the hands of the Gold Market Manager moments later. She worried about being implicated as well, never expecting this naive guest would inexplicably force his way into the Gold Market.

Without a membership, the Silver Market managers would drive people away. Regardless of background, anyone entering without Gold Market credentials would vanish without a trace.

Gone, simply gone.

The people of the Silver Market examined these brash newcomers as the Gold Market Manager swung his scythe forcefully into the mist behind, revealing a clear golden path. His massive body shifted aside, subtly inviting them forward.

A voice echoed as if from the abyss, like a name, yet like a curse.

Li Xin exhaled softly, destined from the start.

"Wait for me outside a bit," Li Xin said.

Qi Badao felt as if his foot had been in a coffin, now pulled out, capable of breathing but still unable to move.

Li Xin followed the Gold Market Manager inside; the Gold Market, shrouded in mist, was obscured, shutting off the view of those in the Silver Market. Even using a secret-peering eye would have no effect, for none would dare provoke in such a manner.

Lan Yue withdrew her gaze, reviewing her recent dealings, relieved not to have slipped up. It wasn’t arrogance, as the elders sent tokens not based on status; opportunities lay within, albeit mysterious and sometimes awry, causing disturbances or chaos within the association. Thus, as a manager, she remained calm, prepared to handle any aftermath—her responsibility.

This seemed like a different extreme: a truly secretive figure among the guests, perhaps older than his appearance suggested. In her ten years here, it was the first such instance she had encountered.