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Velen never expected that in such a bustling street, he would come across a muscular man dressed in a brightly colored women's gown.

His bulging muscles stretched the fabric of the dress awkwardly, creating a highly unsettling sight.

To make things worse, his face was covered in heavy makeup—the thick layer of white foundation visibly crumbling and flaking off as he swayed his hips seductively.

Velen's face turned pale, and he nearly threw up on the spot, gagging dryly.

"You there, kid! What's with that reaction? Never seen a stunning beauty like me before?"

Velen's visible disgust had caught the attention of the cross-dressing big shot, who strode over with his muscular legs, his face fierce and intimidating.

"Ah… ahaha… You are indeed… extremely beautiful!"

Not wanting to clash with such a peculiar individual, Velen quickly nodded and complimented him.

After all, when dealing with someone this eccentric, the best approach was to simply go along with it—perhaps even encourage him to become an even bigger oddball!

Hearing Velen's "sincere" praise, the cross-dresser was immediately satisfied. He flicked his elaborately curled bangs with a smug grin and snickered coldly:

"Hmph, at least you have good taste. I know I'm beautiful, but don't stare at me for too long."

Velen's stomach churned once more, and he barely held back another gag.

The cross-dresser's face darkened instantly. Just as he was about to teach Velen a lesson for his offense, he suddenly seemed to sense something, and his demeanor shifted dramatically.

"Kid, you're a swordsman, aren't you? I can sense your sword aura. Would you be interested in purchasing a Fallen Angel Sculpture?"

"I'm not exaggerating when I say this—Fallen Angel Sculptures contain an overwhelmingly corrupting sword aura. They are truly domineering!"

"Since I like you, I'll sell it to you at the lowest price!"

Velen was caught off guard—he hadn't expected this sudden change in behavior.

But after hearing that the man was selling a Fallen Angel Sculpture, Velen understood immediately.

Fallen angels were far from being benevolent beings. This cross-dresser's unusual behavior was likely connected to the sculpture itself.

Thinking of the Decapitated Demon Effigy he had just acquired, Velen became interested. He chuckled and asked:

"How useful is your Fallen Angel Sculpture? I'd like to see it before deciding whether to buy it."

Seeing that Velen was genuinely interested, the cross-dresser's eyes lit up. He quickly said:

"Great, great! Follow me, I'll take you to inspect the goods!"

With that, he led Velen toward a nearby inn.

Meanwhile, in Another Part of the City

An elderly hunchbacked man holding a carving knife suddenly crushed the wooden piece in his hands in pure fury.

"What kind of misfortune have I suffered?! My only apprentice not only became a cross-dresser but also stole my painstakingly crafted sculptures to sell—and at a bargain price, no less!"

Fuming with rage, the old man stormed toward the city center.

At the Inn

Inside the modestly booked room, the cross-dressing man pulled out a palm-sized exquisite sculpture from his storage pouch.

The moment the sculpture appeared, a sinister, corrupting aura spread through the air. The black-winged angel at its center radiated a dark energy that dimmed the surrounding light.

"It's really a Fallen Angel Sculpture!"

Velen was genuinely surprised.

Although fallen angels were anything but righteous, their power was undeniable.

For someone to carve such an incredibly lifelike representation, capturing even a trace of a fallen angel's will, was truly extraordinary!

"Name your price. I'll take it."

Velen decided without hesitation.

Seeing how decisive Velen was, the cross-dressing man, Justin, grinned and said:

"Alright! Just 100 gold coins will do."

100 gold coins?

Velen's eyes widened in disbelief.

This was a Fallen Angel Sculpture—even at the lowest estimate, it could fetch millions of gold coins!

He had fully expected Justin to name an outrageous price.

But… 100 gold coins?!

Was this a joke? Was he insulting him?

As a super tycoon, Velen refused to take advantage of others!

As Velen sat there, shocked and speechless, Justin remained calm.

Based on his past experiences, he assumed Velen was simply stunned by the low price.

As soon as Velen snapped out of it, he would undoubtedly eagerly hand over the money, perhaps even offering extra gold out of gratitude, before quickly leaving with the sculpture.

After all, that was exactly how his previous buyers had behaved.

He was already thinking about how to spend the incoming 100 gold coins.

But to his utter shock, when Velen finally recovered, he glared coldly at him, his expression furious.

"100 gold coins? Are you looking down on me?"

"If people find out I underpaid for this, they'll mock me endlessly!"

Justin was stunned.

What the hell?!

This wasn't how things were supposed to go!

Shouldn't Velen be grateful for the bargain price?

Why was he complaining instead?!

"Kid, what's your problem? Can't afford it?"

Justin squinted, suspicious. Find adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

Velen scoffed. "Can't afford it? Clearly, you've never met a real tycoon before. I'll tell you what—I'll pay ten times the price!"

As a super tycoon, he refused to engage in cheap deals!

Justin scratched his head in complete disbelief.

What kind of lunatic was this?

He had intentionally given a super-discounted price, yet Velen was refusing to accept it?!

Was there actually an idiot this rich in the world?

A person who could have saved money but insisted on paying more?

Even the richest elites wouldn't be this over-the-top about flaunting their wealth!

"Forget it! Since you're clearly insane, I won't sell the sculpture to you. We're just not suited for business!"

With that, Justin turned to leave.

But the moment he reached the door, he suddenly felt a deadly chill.

One of Velen's companions—the young man standing beside him—had transformed his arm into a sharp, beast-like claw, its razor-edged talons mere inches from Justin's throat.

Justin froze in terror.

He had never expected Velen to have such a powerful bodyguard.

And not just any bodyguard—a Spellbeast Guard!

"The master hasn't given you permission to leave. Where do you think you're going?"

Ironback Centipede's voice was icy cold.

Justin quickly raised his hands in surrender and retreated back into the room.

Only when he was safely inside did Ironback Centipede close the door once more.

Now visibly awkward, Justin hesitated before forcing a grin.

"Uh… I honestly don't know how much this sculpture is worth. I can't give you a proper price. If you really like it, you can have it for free."

"Truth is, I stole this from my mentor. I just wanted some extra spending money."

"Also, I hate my mentor. He doesn't have an open-minded attitude. He doesn't support my cross-dressing, and he refuses to let me leave. I have no choice but to force him to let me go."

Worried that Velen wouldn't understand, Justin explained seriously.

Velen blinked.

He hadn't expected this.

The Fallen Angel Sculpture was undoubtedly worth millions, but now, it seemed he had a golden opportunity!

However, without a proper valuation, he couldn't name a fair price.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Velen had an idea.

He still had today's special item—the Decapitated Demon Effigy.

It was imbued with both the Archangel's Sword aura and the remnants of the demon's will, making it far superior to the Fallen Angel Sculpture.

A trade!

This was the perfect chance to flaunt his wealth!

Thinking this was a great idea, Velen immediately said, "Since you don't know the price of the Fallen Angel Sculpture, I'll just give you this demon sculpture in exchange."

With that, he placed the Decapitated Demon Effigy in front of Justin.

The moment Justin laid eyes on it, a strange sensation crept over him. The demon's grotesque and menacing expression sent an involuntary unease through his mind, stirring something dark and unsettling.

But after a brief hesitation, he frowned.

"Wait… why is this sculpture damaged?" He scrutinized the effigy carefully. "And besides, this thing can't possibly compare to my Seraph Sculpture!"

Justin wasn't particularly knowledgeable about sculptures, but to his eyes, Velen's offering seemed inferior. He simply couldn't see the value in the decapitated demon sculpture compared to his own Fallen Angel artifact.