I Was Connected to Earth's Black Market From Another World With The Skill [Market]!

Chapter 3 – Power To Steal

“Wha!?”

“Ugh!”

“O-oh! What the…?”

After the sword, the remaining sheaths on the knights’ waists are stored, and the armor, handcuffs, chainmail, and even underwear worn during the stripping process are all stored at once. The king’s clothes and mantle are stored. The crown is stored with the wig. The tiara, necklace, and rings. The dress, the chair, and the scepter. Storage. Storage. Storage, storage, storage.

Although I tried, it was impossible to store a living person. Damn it.

“Kyaaaaaa!”

After storing the few furnishings in the room, candlesticks, side tables, doors, and anything else that caught my eye, the white chalk room was left with naked men and women.

The king was bald and disheveled, with an ugly belly, short legs, and a small thing. The queen and the princess are not the kind of women I want to see… Ah, the saint is a surprisingly skinny type. No, I don’t really care about that right now.

“What..! What are you doing, you bastard!”

“Shut up, you phimosis!”

The gorilla macho’s face turns reddish-black at my rebuttal. His thing is not small, but short. And with full armor, no, don’t show it to me, you shit.

I took out a sword from the storage and swung it at him right in front of his nose as he tried to hit me. He stepped back just in time to avoid being sliced and then stepped back into range.

“You can’t expect to get away with this, old man!”

It’s not like he just has a big body. He must be doing some kind of martial arts too.

“Hold him back, Hiroki; I’ll finish him.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

So you people know each other, huh? I wonder if the saint is actually used? I’m not going to get into that right now.

The good-looking macho man is trying to get around something, and the mage is starting to chant, which is a bad sign for me.

Since the door has been stored as well, it’s possible to escape now.

Though it seems that they recognized it by the way I looked at it. The knights have remembered their roles, and two of them are guarding the royal family while the other three are blocking the doorway. Fuck me.

You can’t expect a middle-aged salaryman with no athletic experience to be able to break through with only a sword. As for the teleportation, it would depend on my luck, and my remaining magic power is not so good either.

Name: Takefu Yoshiaki

Occupation: Merchant of Death

Rank: 01

Physical Strength: 14

Magic Power: 02

Attack: 12

Resistance: 43

Defense: 41

Agility: 34

Intelligence: 65

Cordage: 01

Skills

Appraisal: 62

Teleportation: 04

Storage: 91

Market: 02

My skills’ value seem to have risen within the margin of error, but my other numbers have all gone down. My physical strength ― maybe my HP ― was already in a precarious state. I don’t know if it’s the teleport or the storage that’s causing the loss, but my magic is almost empty. I bet on the last resort, I murmured to myself.

“Market.”

At that moment, the world stopped. At least that’s what it looked like to me.

There was a glow in front of me, blocking my vision. In the light, I could see that someone had appeared.

Yes, my angel of salvation.

“…Hey, you’re kidding, right?”

I can’t believe my eyes when I see it. I questioned the sanity of the god or whatever that had forced this fate upon me and cursed that idiot with all my might.