Lyrasia stepped into the capital city of Edermont, exhaustion clinging to her limbs like a second skin.
The journey had been brutal—dust-covered roads, scarce food, and the constant worry of failure weighing on her shoulders.
But now, as she gazed at the sprawling city before her, she realized the real challenge had only just begun.
Towering stone buildings loomed over cobblestone streets, their balconies lined with silk banners bearing the emblems of noble houses.
Merchants cried out their wares—fine spices, rich fabrics, glimmering trinkets. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meat and sweat, a blend of wealth and struggle.
She took a deep breath. No distractions. The village needed food, and she had to secure it before the noble houses bled them dry with their so-called "aid."
She made her way toward the grand white-stone manor that served as the city’s central distribution hub, a place where the nobility controlled the flow of food, trade, and aid to the outlying villages.
The guards at the gate barely spared her a glance before blocking her way.
"State your business," one of them grunted.
"I’m here to request grain and food supplies for Ormere Village." She straightened her back, trying to sound confident. "We’re suffering from the drought—"
"Peasants don’t make requests," the guard interrupted, sneering. "Food supplies are distributed through registered merchants and noble contracts. If your village has none, you’re out of luck."
Her hands clenched into fists. "There must be a way—"
"Unless you have gold or a noble sponsor, there is no ’way,’" the guard said, already turning his attention elsewhere.
Lyrasia bit her lip, frustration burning in her chest. Her village didn’t have gold. And no noble in their right mind would waste their resources on a backwater settlement like Ormere.
She was about to turn away when a smooth, knowing voice called out,"A village girl seeking to bargain with nobles? Now, that is something worth watching."
She turned and met the gaze of Lord Aelius Varian.
He stood with the casual elegance of a man who never needed to ask for anything. His crimson-embroidered coat hinted at both wealth and power, his black gloves pristine despite the dust swirling through the city. But it was his eyes that unsettled her—sharp, intelligent, and amused.
"You require food, do you not?" he said, stepping closer. "A noble house may turn you away, but a merchant such as myself..." He smiled. "I can offer aid freely."
Lyrasia narrowed her eyes. No one in this city offered anything freely.
"And what do you want in return?" she asked, bracing herself.
His smile widened. "You."
A cold weight settled in her stomach. "What?"
"Not in the way you’re thinking, my dear," he chuckled. "I want your skills."
Her pulse quickened. He knows.
He might not have access to her system, but he had noticed something—her unnatural instincts for trade, the way she navigated bargains. She’d thought she was being careful, but someone like Varian didn’t miss anomalies.
He leaned in slightly. "I’ve seen your type before. People who rise from nothing, who have an unshakable instinct for profit." His voice lowered, dripping with intrigue. "You’ve caught my interest, Lyrasia."
Her fingers twitched. She didn’t like how easily he spoke her name.
"I will provide your village with all the supplies they need," Varian continued. "And in return... you will work under me. Learn from me. Serve me."
She tensed. "You mean belong to you."
"Semantics," he said airily. "You have a choice: accept my offer and thrive under my guidance, or... return to your dying village empty-handed."
Her heart pounded. If she agreed, her village would be saved. But she would be shackled to this man’s ambitions.
If she refused?
Ormere wouldn’t last the month.
And just as she wavered, a familiar blue glow flickered in her vision.
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[SIXTEENTH MISSION: Bargain for Your Life!]
[Objective: Negotiate a deal with Lord Aelius Varian that does not result in servitude.]
[Reward: Unlock ’Merchant’s Eye’ Perk & +10 Business Acumen]
[Time Limit: 5 Minutes]
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A time limit.
Damn it.
She didn’t have the luxury of walking away—she had to bargain her way out.
She inhaled sharply, forcing her mind into negotiation mode.
"An interesting offer, Lord Varian," she said, tilting her head. "But you’re underestimating my value."
He raised an eyebrow. "Am I?"
"You want my skills because you see potential," she continued. "But why own something you could simply... invest in?"
Varian’s gaze sharpened. "Go on."
"If you chain me to your service, you gain a worker," she said. "But if you back me, you gain a partner. Someone who can expand your influence beyond this city."
His lips twitched. "And what, pray tell, are you expanding?"
She smiled. "A new merchant guild. One that operates in territories even noble houses can’t reach. With your funding, I’ll establish trade routes no one else controls."
Varian’s eyes gleamed. "And in return?"
"You get exclusive first rights to all major deals I broker. No servitude—just a business partnership."
A long pause.
Then, he laughed.
A slow, rich laugh of genuine amusement.
"You truly are something else, little merchant," he mused. "Very well."
Lyrasia exhaled shakily as he extended a gloved hand.
"I will provide the supplies your village needs," he said. "And in return, you will build this ’merchant guild’ of yours with my backing." His smirk was sharp. "Make no mistake—this is a gamble. If you fail, I will collect my payment in ways you will not like."
Her stomach twisted. She had won, but she had also just bound herself to something far more dangerous than servitude.
She clasped his hand.
"Deal."
Ding!
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[MISSION COMPLETE!]
[Reward Unlocked: ’Merchant’s Eye’ Perk & +10 Business Acumen]
[New Passive Skill: Merchant’s Eye – Allows you to detect market fluctuations, hidden opportunities, and potential fraud in any trade.]
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As the system notification faded, Lyrasia felt something shift inside her.
This was no longer just about survival.
She had just placed her first bet in a much larger game.
And she had every intention of winning.