Cursed Immortality

"I want 100 million, and this is no negotiable!"

Mr. Gold fell silent for a moment when he heard Jacob's response. He knew this shop's actual value was between 70 and 80 million gold coins, and his first price was just a probe.

If Jacob hasn't included all the furniture and this whole lavish floor and all the things here, he wasn't willing to pay this much to acquire this shop.

Jacob didn't hurry Mr. Gold. He knew this guy wasn't a refuge or criminal like most of the people in the uncommon dark city. But he was one of those rare normal people. He was a pure businessman who had a large chain of firms in many cities.

He supplied parts of different firearms and sold some finished products.

Jacob knew just how extensive a firearm business could be, and he didn't mind getting acquainted with Mr. Gold. It might come in handy at some point.

That was why he agreed to meet with him first, or he didn't mind waiting for others and hearing their offers.

Mr. Gold finally spoke with a nod. "Alright, Mr. Jerry, let's sign the transfer papers."

Jacob merely nodded and signed the papers with Jerry's name, and Mr. Gold transferred a hundred million into Jacob's account.

"Mr. Jerry, it's a pleasure to deal with you. According to the agreement, you have to vacant the shop in three days." Mr. Gold was in a good mood as he said, "If you require anything related to firearms in the rare region, please contact me using this pager number."

Jacob had already known about the existence of Pagers in the rare regions, and he already bought a new one for himself to make it convenient to contact Mr. Observer.

Jacob received the pager number and nodded. "No problem. You can take over this place right now since I have packed my stuff."

Mr. Gold was startled for a moment before he nodded without raising any further questions. He even liked 'Jerry's' decisiveness.

"Let's go." Jacob stood up and signaled Mr. Observer to pick up the two large bags on the corner.

The three of them left the top floor, leaving Mr. Gold and his assistant.

Mr. Gold couldn't help but ask with a sharp look in his eyes, "What a strange fellow. Do you think it was the real Jerry?"

The assistant shook her head. "No. Jerry was burly and taller than this Jerry, and he would've never sold his business he nurtured with his blood and sweat."

"Heh, it seemed that stubborn idiot moved on this guy, and we can only imagine his fate." Fear surfaced in his eyes when he thought of Jacob's icy eyes. "It was indeed right to not take any drastic measure against this person and establish a connection. If he can get rid of Jerry, only the City Admit can handle him."

Mr. Gold was a businessman, and he had a deep information network. He had been eyeing this shop for many years but also knew just how scary Jerry was. He once probed him and paid a huge price for that.

So, he naturally would notice when a new Jerry would appear and when he thought of investigating this impersonator. He was stopped when he noticed what Jacob was doing with Jerry's shop, and he knew he might don't need to do anything and just wait for the chance.

The thing that can be handled with money, didn't need force. It was Mr. Gold's logic in doing business.

Now, he acquired this shop without offending Jacob, and after meeting him in person; he felt gladder he didn't take that route, or he might not be alive to regret it!

Jacob and his two slaves left Jerry's shop wearing capes.

When they turned around, two capped figures passed them.

Jacob's eyes widened slightly, but he continued to move as if he didn't sense that fleeting danger from one of those capped figures.

'Just who could they be to make even me feel the sense of danger for a moment?' Jacob knew his improvement better than anyone else.

Someone who could make him feel a sense of danger just by walking past him can't be just any random nobody.

Nevertheless, that person wasn't here to mess with him and he was leaving this place. There might not even meet again, so he thought little about this and hailed a carriage.

"Hmm?" An astonishing grunt sounded from a capped figure as it turned around to look at the empty corner.

"What?" the other man inquired in confusion.

"Nothing, I felt danger for a moment." She replied with uncertainty.

"Stop joking!" The man retorted. He clearly didn't believe his companion. "Not even the City Admit can make me feel danger, much less you. Now be serious. We still have another place to go before we deal with this nuisance that made me spend ten million!"

"Heh, you're right. It must be my imagination. Let me eat this fellow after retrieving that book. I'm feeling quite hungry after this long trip." The female chuckled and starts moving again.

"Hmph, don't kill anyone in the dark city. Although we can raise this place to rubble, we can't handle the consequences. Besides, we were strictly ordered; not to cause any trouble." The man quickly refuted.

"You think I don't know? You're planning to enslave him before taking him out of the city to interrogate him. Just let me eat him afterward. Oh, and enslaved 10 more Common Tier-6 or higher tier species for me. How about we enslave the City Admin as well? His Common Tier-9 meat will taste quite good, right?" She asked like a curious child.

But her companion felt a chill in his spine and remained silent. He knew if they weren't together and from the same organization, she might've eaten him as well!

Just like that, they entered the Jerry Pawnshop!

Jacob and his two slaves left the Uncommon Dark City and moved deep within the mountains before stopping.

Mr. Observer and Tunny's hearts tighten when they were stopped by Jacob.

They knew since Jacob had already done with his business with the Dark City and sold everything; it was finally their turn.

Truth be told, Mr. Observer was still a little hopeful that Jacob might really set him since Jacob had yet to take his money despite him offering it to him multiple times. But Jacob simply rejected him. It gives him some hope.

As for Tunny, he had spent far more time with Jacob than Mr. Observer in these past six months, and Jacob never showed any emotions and merely used him as a library to learn knowledge.

Furthermore, he never thought Jacob would really learn Potion Making in six months and reach his level. Even someone as talented as him took decades to achieve this level.

If news got out about this, the Alchemy Guild might do anything to recruit Jacob in their main branch.

He wasn't just a monster who could eat anything and everything; he was also a monster who could learn anything and everything!

This was the final conclusion Tunny reached, and he even felt somewhat gratified to teach such a person. Even if he died now, he really didn't have any regret, and he had made peace with it.

But some part of him still hoped Jacob would spare him out of remorse.

However, when Jacob's hand suddenly blurred and stabbed right into his chest, realization dawned upon him in his last movement.

'Monsters have no remorse…'

It was his last thought before Jacob gouged his beating heart out!

Jacob merely looked at the still-beating heart and then at Tunny's corpse.

He then shifted his eyes at Mr. Observe, who took a step back as he felt stared at by a devil!

"Take out an empty box, collect his blood, and dug out that parasite gem while you're at it," Jacob commanded.

Mr. Observer controls the shudders and quickly does as he was told. He takes out a metal box, starts filling it with Tunny's warm blood and digs the parasite gem out.

After collecting them, he handed them to Jacob with trembling hands.

Jacob took them, placed the heart in the box, and put both of them in his 'pocket'.

Then he looked at Mr. Observer, making him shake controllably. He chuckles, "As I said before, you're free from now on. But your parasite controller will remain with him.

"You can try to dig it out in the future, or you could live it with that gem in your head. But as long as you live with that gem, you can't tell a word about me to anyone or write them or hint anything.

"If this much freedom is enough for you, you can leave, or I don't mind collecting your heart as well for my 'collection' as well. I'm already suffering a huge loss to let you walk away with a rare-grade parasite gem."

Mr. Observer nearly cried when he heard those words. He felt like they were words of salvation and quickly blurted, "T-thank you. I won't try to destroy this gem ever, even if I got the chance!"