I stared at the sheer volume of wealth in my inventory. Stat points, beads, orbs, and even shimmering crystals—a king's hoard stolen from the corpses of fallen legends. But my eyes weren't on the gold; they were on the Warrior Market.
Warriors weren't a normal thing to encounter in the apocalypse. Even once I obtained my class and enjoyed the full, unrestricted abilities of the Market, I knew I wouldn't find them sold in the open.
Why? Because they were the ultimate insurance policy. Imagine having an army under your absolute control—an army that could level up through stat injection without ever stepping foot in a high-risk dungeon.
Warriors were the backbone of every kingdom and empire back in my time. Even ninety-nine years into the future, you couldn't just "buy" them; you found them by pure, unadulterated luck.
And it was my luck to be here. I would never miss this chance to build a foundation that would last a century.
