My Borderline Supervillain-Slash-Hero System-Chapter 57 Shopping Spree

Leaving the Information Broker’s place behind, the trio once again wandered the moonlit streets of Galbaza Town.

If the day belonged to merchants, the night was ruled by shadows and desire.

The town came alive with flickering lanterns, bursts of laughter, the clatter of dice, and muffled music from brothels. Spices mixed with sweat and smoke, and every alley whispered of secrets.

Only in the darkest hours did Galbaza truly shine.

"We need to find a place to sleep tonight," Zane suggested, scanning the chaotic beauty of the street.

"I don’t mind the pavement," Shelby replied, stretching. "Hard ground’s free, and I sleep like a rock."

"Ugh, you guys are hopeless." Erlin rolled her eyes. "We’re in Galbaza—the most notorious town on the continent—and all you two think about is sleep? Disappointing. Look around! I say we live a little. Go wild. Tonight, I’m buying anything you want."

Shelby raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And how deep is this little girl’s wallet?"

Erlin puffed her chest proudly. "Deep enough to buy this town if I want to. Besides, what’s the point of hoarding money when it’s no good back on Earth? Might as well blow it all here."

Zane chuckled. "She’s got a point."

"I’ll believe it when I see it," Shelby said flatly.

Without a word, Erlin led them into a quiet alley and pulled out the crown. Then, to their astonishment, she began pulling out bundles upon bundles of cash, tossing them into a growing pile like confetti.

Zane’s eyes widened. "Whoa..."

Shelby snorted. "This is what you call rich? Tsk, I’ve seen richer."

Erlin’s face tightened. "Oh yeah? Then what about this?" She yanked out a small, sleek device—about the size of a compact printer—and placed it dramatically on a nearby crate.

Shelby blinked. "What’s this junk?"

"A money printer." Erlin crossed her arms smugly. "When I escaped the palace, I didn’t come empty-handed. This baby prints valid Arthrid notes. Palace-grade tech. Still think I’m bluffing?"

Zane and Shelby exchanged glances. Given Erlin’s royal status, it made perfect sense.

Shelby slapped Zane on the back. "Look at you—married rich! You lucky bastard. Though relying on your wife’s fortune? Risky. Before you know it, you’ll be a pampered househusband."

Zane laughed. "You’re just jealous."

"Damn right I am. I need to find my own sugar mama."

"Sugar mama?" Erlin repeated, frowning. "What’s that?"

Zane chuckled. "Don’t worry about it. You’re not my sugar mama."

Shelby clapped his hands. "Alright, jokes aside, she’s right. This money won’t mean squat on Earth. But if we buy beast mana cores? We’ll be sitting on a goldmine back home. In the Academy and City of Awakens, those are top-tier currency. What do you say? Let’s stock up."

Zane and Erlin nodded. The plan made perfect sense.

Thus began their midnight shopping spree.

They headed into the nearest shop specializing in beast mana cores. The interior was sleek and well-lit by glowing runes embedded in the ceiling. Transparent cases lined the walls, each filled with polished orbs of various colors—cores extracted from monsters of all shapes and tiers.

A soft chime rang as they stepped in.

A middle-aged shopkeeper approached, bowing politely with a rehearsed smile. "Welcome, honored guests. How may I assist you tonight?"

Erlin scanned the rows of displayed mana cores with a bored expression. "Are these all you’ve got?" she asked pensively.

Zane and Shelby exchanged amused glances.

Ah, so this is how a real princess shops, they both thought at once.

The shopkeeper’s smile twitched. Her question was strange—bordering on insulting—but his tone remained calm. "If you’re looking for a specific type of core stone, miss, just say the name of the beast. I’ll be happy to fetch them from the back."

"No, that’ll take too long." Erlin’s voice turned haughty, her posture relaxed but commanding. "Just bring out all of your hidden inventory."

Now she was acting like the spoiled royal she truly was.

The shopkeeper blinked, caught off guard. "Pardon me, miss?"

"I said, go and bring everything. I’ll buy them all." She waved her hand dismissively, as if this were routine.

"I... I’m just a merchant, miss," he said, shifting uncomfortably. "This is a business, not a bank. I can’t afford trouble—"

"Same here. I’m not looking for trouble. I’m here to buy." Erlin interrupted, pulling three thick bundles of notes from her coat and tossing them onto the counter as if they were pocket change. "Take that as a tip for your cooperation."

The shopkeeper stared at the money. His eyes widened. This isn’t just a customer—this is a jackpot.

"Understood!" he said quickly. "Please wait a moment. I’ll call my staff." He turned to the back and hollered, "David! David!"

No reply.

"That stupid boy... he’s getting fired," the shopkeeper muttered under his breath, then put on his professional smile again. "Excuse me, I’ll handle it myself."

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Moments later, he returned with another youth, both carrying large storage bags. They dumped their contents across the floor—hundreds of mana cores of various colors, shapes, and sizes, glittering like gemstones under the ambient lantern light.

Zane and Shelby leaned in, inspecting the bounty while still dipping their fingers into buckets of bone-marrow paste.

Erlin, however, remained unimpressed.

She yawned. "This is too little."

The shopkeeper froze. "Too little?" he repeated, sweat forming on his brow.

Zane and Shelby were grinning ear to ear now. This was too entertaining.

She’s in full royal mode, Zane thought.

The merchant, seasoned in dealing with eccentric nobles and powerful patrons, composed himself and asked, "Alright... how much would satisfy you, miss? I have contacts all over Galbaza. Just say the number."

"There’s no need for numbers," Erlin said lazily. "Bring every last mana core in this town. And while you’re at it—bring any rare treasures, weapons, or jewels your contacts have access to. I didn’t come all this way to go shop-hopping. I want everything, here, now."

She reached inside her coat once more—and dropped a mountain of cash on the counter.

Literally a mountain. The bundle was so thick and tall, it leaned slightly to the side.

The helper youth’s jaw dropped. He didn’t move, didn’t breathe. His eyes were glued to the pile of money like a man witnessing the gates of heaven.

"David! Snap out of it!" the shopkeeper shouted, slapping the boy on the head. "Go! We have history to make!"

"Yes, sir!" the youth scrambled out, almost tripping over his own feet.

The shopkeeper didn’t waste a moment either. He dashed out the front door, shouting excitedly across the street and into the night. "Get the others! Get everyone! We’ve got a full-sweep order!"

Soon, the entire town began to stir.

Word spread like wildfire. And it turned out, the shopkeeper wasn’t just a local dealer—he was a well-connected merchant with ties to every major vendor and enterprise in Galbaza.

By the time Zane finished his next scoop of marrow paste, the night had already started to rumble with the footsteps of merchants, wagons rolling in, and eager sellers gathering in the streets.

Erlin had lit a beacon of gold in a den of thieves, rogues, and businessmen—and Galbaza had just begun to move.

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