Dimensional Sovereign Chapter 14
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Chapter 14
Chapter 14: Ability to Make Money (2)
There was a man in his 30s eating ramyun in the management office . Manager Kwon Myeong-cheol .
“Manager hyung, is Room 413 empty right now?”
“W-who?”
Anyone would be upset if a stranger suddenly came in . Furthermore, the mention of Room 413 .
He saw a ghost every time he went into that room . An eerie atmosphere whenever he needed to clean the room…he didn’t want to be reminded of it .
“Do you know me?”
“Kang-jun . Lee Kang-jun from Room 406 . ”
“Eh? Kang-jun? I see that it really is you . Did you replace your head? Wah! You look like a completely different person . Where did you buy the wig? How much?”
His face cramped with an expression of envy as he stared at Kang-jun .
This was already the second time . Just growing hair seemed to have made him into an entirely different person . But it didn’t matter . He wouldn’t be bothered . He had suffered over the past years due to the hair loss .
“Hey, how much is that wig?”
“The wig isn’t important . Is Room 413 empty right now?”
“B-but why?”
“I’d like to sign a contract . ”
Myeong-cheol stiffened as he understood .
“Why? Is your current room uncomfortable? I can move you into a different room . Yes, that is possible . ”
“I’d like to share that room, not move into it . ”
“What? Two rooms? Do you have money left?”
Myeong-cheol stared at Kang-jun with an absurd expression on his face .
Even if he did have money, it would be better to move to another building rather than renting two rooms .
“I have just enough . I hear there is a ghost so give it to me for a cheaper price . ”
“Where did you hear about the ghost?”
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“So there really is a ghost?”
“Ah, n-no . What ghost? It isn’t like that . ”
Myeong-cheol finally remembered that he was the manager of the goshiwon .
This goshiwon was old and wasn’t good compared to the other competition in the area . The aging facilities matched the price . Therefore, he didn’t understand why Kang-jun wanted to contract another room out of nowhere . But as the manager, it didn’t matter . There was no reason to refuse the money .
“Do you really want the room? Then it will be another 250,000 won a month .
“The room is haunted . It would just continue to be empty . Can’t you take off 100,000~150,000 won?”
Kang-jun was reluctantly signing a contract for another room due to the mission . It would be nice if he could save as much money as possible .
“150,000 won? Do you want me to be fired? I can’t give it to you for anything less than 200,000 won . ”
“200,000 won, call!”
Kang-jun was hoping for that price . Striking off 150,000 won was absurd . In fact, a discount of 50,000 won was amazing .
It only happened when there was a serious flaw in the room . But the room was in very good condition . It was more spacious than Kang-jun’s current Room 406 and very well ventilated . Yet he was given a discount of 50,000 won for this room .
‘It must be haunted by a real ghost . ’
Otherwise, that discount would absolutely never happen .
‘It is great . Thanks to that, I’ve signed a cheaper contract . ’
Was it because he obtained the power of cleansing black magic from Hwanmong? Kang-jun wouldn’t be afraid even if a real ghost emerged .
“Eh? But isn’t your leg injured?”
“I’ve been steadily going to rehabilitation . ”
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“Really? That’s great . Congratulations!”
“Thank you . ”
Kang-jun replied roughly . No matter how much he went to rehab, it would have been impossible for his leg to return to its original state .
However, other people wouldn’t know such details . No, they wouldn’t even care .
It was a miracle for Kang-jun but other people would just think it was due to rehab .
‘Anyway, shall I fill up my black magic energy?’
Kang-jun exited the goshiwon .
Black Magic Energy: 0/180
He currently had 0/180 black magic energy, but he intended to fill it up today .
It was currently 2 p . m . Evening was still some time away .
However, evening wasn’t the only time where he could absorb the strength of others . It was also possible during the day .
Bad people were more active at night, but there was still a relatively small number . They could be found in crowded places without any difficulty . People getting drunk or arguing with others .
Moreover, Kang-jun could now feel the aura of people to some extent . Was it because he reached level 3?
In other words, he could feel an aura of darkness around some people . A state where something was about to explode .
He didn’t know the reason why they were in that state . It could be due to stress or anger . But it was highly likely that they were going to cause an incident!
Kang-jun secretly absorbed that energy . Now they wouldn’t cause those incidents anymore . At least for today .
‘This is called prior incident prevention . ’
He was proud of the thought that he somehow prevented a terrible event .
Black Magic Energy: 180/180
By the time it was twilight, he had successfully filled up his black magic energy .
Now he would examine the management skill . A skill gained from killing a monster in Hwanmong .
Draw In Customers (Inferior): Consumes 10 black magic energy .
If Kang-jun fought monsters and raised his level in Hwanmong then he would learn management skills to make money in reality .
As much as possible! So that it would be beneficial for the missions .
If he had no money then a mission he couldn’t complete might emerge .
‘Where should I test this skill? Yes . That place . ’
Kang-jun looked around before walking towards a lady selling tteokbokki and odeng in the area .
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