- The Reincarnation World Where Only I Know the Storyline
- RWWOKS Chapter 109
A strong wave of dizziness hit him, and by the time Fang Bo recovered his senses, he was already back in his room.
With a mere thought, the surroundings immediately changed, taking on a layout reminiscent of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters.
After going through the adventures of the plot world, changing the style of his small home to commemorate the people and things from before seemed fitting.
[Plot Scene: Demon Slayer]
[Mode: Cooperative Mode]
[Difficulty: Easy]
[World Line Distortion: 94.85%]
[Completion Rating: SSS]
[Quest Rewards: 5 Attribute Points, 10 Merit Points, 1000 Plot Points]
The world line distortion didn’t reach 100%, perhaps because there were still demons left in the world.
If Tanjiro and Yushiro were dealt with, it’s likely that the distortion would gradually approach the full value.
Even so, this journey in the Demon Slayer world still achieved an SSS-level rating, which is an extra reward for clearing a world.
With five attribute points, Fang Bo allocated three to Constitution, finally pushing his third attribute to the maximum for a difficulty level one world.
The remaining two points went into Agility. Fang Bo wanted to increase his speed quickly; otherwise, he couldn’t fully unleash the destructive power of the “Healing Art.”
**Life: 280/280 (+90)**
**Status: Healthy**
**Strength: 7 (+1)**
**Constitution: 22 (+3)**
**Agility: 7**
**Spirit: 29 (+10)**
**Perception: 26 (+7)**
Having experienced three plot worlds, Fang Bo felt that his attribute growth was quite reasonable.
However, the improvement in Agility and Strength wouldn’t be as easy as before.
This was because the base values of these two attributes were too low, especially Agility, which was barely distinguishable from that of an ordinary person before adding points.
It proved that Fang Bo’s previous self wasn’t much connected to being an athletic guy.
Glancing at the clock, it wasn’t yet time for the scheduled date of splitting the loot. Unable to suppress his restlessness, Fang Bo decided to check if he could create the Raid Suit.
Leaving his den, he found that the reincarnation space was busier than ever.
The main topics of discussion centered around two events.
First, someone had cleared the Demon Slayer world.
This meant that from now on, reincarnators could freely purchase items like Breathing Techniques, Nichirin Blades, Demon Cells, and Blood Demon Arts.
Although the items weren’t of high grade, they were cost-effective, especially friendly for newcomers.
Apart from a few individuals angrily cursing because their materials had become obsolete, most reincarnators were happy to see this development.
The second topic of discussion was the previous space war.
After some inquiry, Fang Bo learned that it was the Ghoul world that had lost the war.
As punishment for failing the mission, the difficulty of level one world tasks would gradually increase over the next period.
To avoid danger, it would be best to achieve victory in the upcoming space war.
“Looks like everyone’s having a hard time,” Fang Bo sighed but didn’t pay much attention to this.
The difficulty of tasks depended on how far he extended the plot. If he only aimed to complete the main storyline, he could practically sleepwalk through it.
Walking through the bustling square, the reincarnators were as enthusiastic as ever, their chaotic shouting filling the air.
“An invitation to True Central Spirit Academy, only 800 plot points!”
“A life experience voucher for Night Shift Nurses, the best place to relax your mind!”
“Philosopher’s Stone, allows you to unleash a big move without any consumption, a must-have for the aggressive types!”
“Professor Agasa’s electric skateboard, an outstanding product in the field of new energy, saves you a lot of travel time!”
“A living parasitic beast, helps you gain an edge in battle.”
“Aincrad’s eighth floor, we need a tank who can take hits and deal damage. Must verify credentials to join the team.”
Looking at the bright red Philosopher’s Stone, Fang Bo was quite interested in the little item, to be honest.
Even if he didn’t have a devastating ultimate move, he could use it on plot characters, which might lead to a decisive victory.
But when he checked the specific price, his heart sank halfway.
**Philosopher’s Stone (Small): Price 950 plot points.**
“Are you crazy?” Fang Bo looked at the seller with a strange expression.
Epic weapon wasn’t even worth that much, yet they dared to sell a piece of rock for almost a thousand points.
Granted, in Fang Bo’s hands, it might generate even greater value, but not everyone had the kind of talent to capitalize on such an item.
For survival, there were plenty of trump cards, most of which weren’t worth that kind of price.
“Are you insane?” The vendor glanced at him impatiently and then pointed to a group of people ahead, “This item’s true value can only be realized by a large team. If you’re not a buyer for a team, don’t waste your time here.”
Large reincarnation teams usually had dedicated procurement officers, whose job was to scout for valuable items circulating in the market.
As for consigning items to the space’s auction house, most were weapons and equipment; items like this rarely fetched a “reasonable” price there.
Vendors couldn’t exaggerate as much, so many times, they couldn’t sell for the “right” price.
Regretfully giving it one last glance, Fang Bo got up and left the square.
At the moment, his funds weren’t abundant, and he wasn’t even sure if he had enough plot points to craft his equipment, so there was no way he could afford the powerful Philosopher’s Stone.
“When I get rich someday, I’ll definitely stock up on a few Philosopher’s Stones.”
Soon, he arrived at the large manufacturing plant and spotted the old man with glasses, who was busy studying something.
Seeing Fang Bo’s familiar face, the old man’s eyes lit up, and he quickly approached, sniffing him all over.
“My instincts tell me you’re here to forge that piece of equipment.”
“You’re as sharp as ever.”
With that, Fang Bo pulled out a large pile of materials.
Things like the Claw of Lower Moon, the Tough Tentacles of Enmu, the Nails of Rokuro, Akaza’s Talon, Sharp Ribbons, Doma’s Eyeball, and more.
“Take a look. How much do you think these materials are worth?”
The old man pondered for a moment before raising his head and fixing his gaze on the reincarnator in front of him. “Just obtaining Raid Suit is already quite an achievement, but now I see I underestimated you.”
“Kid, you cleared the Demon Slayer world, didn’t you?”
Smiling, Fang Bo maintained the same NPC-like expression, repeating his previous words.
Rolling his aged eyes, the glasses-wearing old man turned and walked into the forging room, taking the familiar blueprint in hand.
“I’ve got two pieces of news for you, one good and one bad. Which do you want to hear first?”
Rubbing his temples with a bit of frustration, Fang Bo had a sense of déjà vu. “Let’s start with the bad news.”
“Alright, then I’ll start with the good news.” Displaying a series of data, the old man smiled, “Material prices have fluctuated recently, so you might not have to spend as many plot points.”
[Raid Suit Purified Version: Manufacturing cost approximately 8320 plot points (material prices vary by period)]
Alright, saving 500 plot points directly—it’s definitely good news.
“What’s the bad news?”
“Since the Demon Slayer world has been completely cleared, your materials are now facing significant devaluation.”
The old man smiled, putting special emphasis on the words *“significant devaluation,”* implying that Fang Bo might end up paying far more than expected.
“Heh, that really is bad news.”
Under Fang Bo’s watchful gaze, the old man busily worked his magic, finally presenting the new cost for crafting the Raid Suit.
[Raid Suit, Purified Version: Manufacturing cost approximately 6250 plot points (after material deduction)]
If Fang Bo decided to craft the armor, he would be left with only 650 plot points.
Forget about upgrading his skills—he might not even have enough for summoning his shikigami in the next world.
After watching Fang Bo’s painful internal struggle for a while, the old man suddenly spoke up: “As I’ve said before, I wouldn’t recommend crafting it now. No matter how good an item is, if you can’t equip it, it’s just as useless as a piece of scrap paper.”
“Of course, you could try selling it to someone else, but the outcome would be hard to predict. Since you can’t equip it, other reincarnators won’t be able to use it either.”
Maybe someone would decide to stockpile it, waiting to equip it when they reached a second-difficulty world.
But betting everything on such a possibility, the old man thought, seemed too rash.
Of course, he didn’t know Fang Bo’s situation. He had no idea that Fang Bo had a “Immaculate Scroll” in his possession, or that something like that even existed.
Understanding this, Fang Bo didn’t bother explaining. He paid the full price and received the news that his armor would be ready in ten days.
“Ten days.” Nodding silently, Fang Bo then turned and left the factory.
The long crafting time probably wouldn’t align with his immediate plans in the real world.
But that didn’t matter—he had Ali and Darren’s help, which would be enough to break through the orphanage’s blockade.
After all, he himself had managed to escape from there. Although he wasn’t sure about the specifics, there was no serious risk involved.
Even if there were experts, they couldn’t be on standby at all times.
If not for the sake of safety, Fang Bo believed he could have done it alone.
He had originally considered asking the Onmyoji lady to join him, planning to offer her the *Flame Breathing* technique as a reward, but now he decided it was better not to bother her.
The truth was, he was just too broke and wanted to sell off the few items in his bag.
Forget about upgrading his skills—he at least needed to ensure he could summon a shikigami in the next plot world.
And he still had to save up for the materials to repair his automaton. If that thing got broken, he’d be ready to jump off a cliff.
“Ugh, why does everything cost money?” Fang Bo sighed.
He was dirt poor before his transmigration, and even after entering the reincarnation space, his life was still a financial struggle.
Was this fate?
Maybe the *Fate Token* could change his poor destiny?
With random thoughts running through his mind, he quickly set reasonable prices for the four items he needed to sell.
[Headless Automaton, Price: 400 Plot Points]
[Modified Maneuver Gear IV, Price: 500 Plot Points]
[Flame Breathing Technique, Price: 800 Plot Points]
[Ice Crystal Bomb, Price: 200 Plot Points]
Apart from the *Flame Breathing* technique, the other items were just add-ons.
Even *Flame Breathing* had seen a price drop thanks to the Demon Slayer world being cleared.
It was a mess Fang Bo had created for himself, and now he could only sell his things at rock-bottom prices.
*(End of Chapter)*