Lightning king

Staying at the youth in front of him 'He looks like a rich young master' the old man thought, noting Jack's fine clothing and upright posture. This could be a good payday.

The old man's expression shifted into a polite, businesslike smile. "Welcome, young master. What brings you to my humble shop?"

Jack blinked, momentarily taken aback by the formal greeting. Young master? It wasn't the first time someone had mistaken him for a noble.

Jack confused but offered a small nod, glancing around at the weapons.

A thought lingered in his mind. Why does everyone keep mistaking me for someone important? His fingers brushed the fabric of his robes. They were high-quality and luxurious a far cry from what he was saw from regular people he saw in this world.

His gaze darkened as memories surfaced. Right these clothes belonged to Yun Li.

Jack frowned as memories surfaced. Yun Li had been wearing this exact outfit when he was killed by Chen Ruin . The last time he had seen them, they were soaked in blood—Yun Li's blood. Jack remembered the lifeless body, the gash across his chest, and the way the once-pristine robes had clung to him like a second skin, drenched in crimson. Yet when he woke up the next morning, they were as good as new. Not a single bloodstain remained.

What kind of clothes are these…? Jack's grip on the fabric tightened slightly.

The shop's wooden floor creaked under Jack's steps as he walked toward the weapon displays. Each footfall echoed in the quiet shop, the air thick with the scent of metal and old wood.

The old man noticed Jack's thoughtful expression "Young master, we have some fine weapons here. Perhaps you'd be interested in a sword? Or maybe a spear? We have the best craftsmanship in the city."

Jack offered a small nod "I am just looking around" gazing at the displays in front of him his mind still racing. I need a weapon jack thought as he wasn't sure what dangers lay ahead, but he couldn't afford to remain defenseless.

The shopkeeper followed close behind, his smile lingering like a predator sizing up prey. He'd seen customers like Jack before—young, eager, and naive. But there was something different about this one. His posture was too composed, his gaze too sharp. The robes Jack wore suggested wealth, yet his demeanor didn't match the arrogance of a typical noble.

As he browsed the display cases,Jack stopped in front of a circular weapon displayed on a pedestal. His eyes narrowed. A chakram.

The weapon gleamed under the faint light, its silver surface reflecting a dull sheen.

Jack's fingers twitched at his side. Yun Li's chakram… He fought with such precision. Always calm, always one step ahead. Jack had admired that about him

It wasn't exactly like Yun Li's. The chakram in front of him was simple, made of silver, and lacked the leather handle modification that Yun Li had added for close combat. But it was close enough.

" How much does this cost" jack inquired

The old man followed his gaze, then grinned. "Ah, you've got good eyes, young master. That's a fine chakram, crafted from silver. Silver is excellent for conducting internal energy, making it a deadly weapon for a skilled wielder." He tapped the counter. "Five gold coins, at minimum.

Jack's heart sank. Five gold? He barely had a fraction of that.

"Do you have anything… less expensive?" Jack asked, his voice tinged with disappointment.

The shopkeeper's smile faded. His enthusiasm waned, replaced by suspicion. 'Why is a noble haggling?' he wondered. His eyes flickered to Jack's robes again, a shadow of doubt crossing his face.

The shopkeeper with his enthusiasm fading. "We've got steel chakrams, durable and reliable, for one gold coin. Below that, there's bronze—fifty silver coins."

Jack frowned. "What about something for three silver coins?"

The shopkeeper blinked, then let out a scoff. "Three silver coins? With that, you won't even afford an iron weapon."

The old man's gaze sharpened. 'Something's off. The robes were far too fine for someone who couldn't afford a basic weapon. Was this young master a fraud?'

Jack didn't care about the judgment in the old man's eyes. He had long since discarded his pride. Pride didn't matter when you were barely holding on..

"Do you have anything for three silver?" Jack pressed. He wasn't about to give up.

The old man leaned back, rubbing his chin, clearly unimpressed. "At that price? Maybe some scrap metal in the back."

Jack nodded, ignoring the insult. He wasn't here for pride. He'd seen too many stories of forgotten treasures disguised as junk. Maybe today, luck would be on his side.

After all, he barely even knew who he was so why would he care what others thought of him?

"Show me the scrap."

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes but gestured for Jack to follow.

Jack nodded. "Scrap metal or treasure, we'll see."

The shopkeeper raised an eyebrow as hearing Jack's words. As they moved through a narrow hallway to a backroom cluttered with broken blades, dented armor, and rusted weapons.