Mythology Management System

At this time in his previous life, Fu Jiu had not yet become a cultivator, but he never forgot to improve his strength. As an ordinary person, he had almost trained his physical skills to the peak, and could handle various fighting techniques with ease. Although he could not be considered a master, he was still an expert.

Even so, he still couldn't defeat a first-tier warrior. There was only one reason: he was too weak and his stamina was severely depleted.

He felt helpless in the face of his frail body, as if his body had been weak ever since he could remember.

I checked my phone; it was a little past nine. I hadn't woken up too late, and the Monster Market was already open. Now was the perfect time to go.

Compared to the congestion of the city, this place is much quieter, and the rent for this small house is very cheap, only a little over a thousand a month. In the city center, that amount of money would probably only be enough for one night in a hotel.

Standing downstairs, Fu Jiu could faintly smell a fishy odor. He remembered that a few days ago, a fish monster had appeared on the street, and it was quite powerful.

Unfortunately, the law enforcement officers in Shimizu City were clearly superior, and that poor fish monster is probably already on their dinner table.

"Hey, good morning, Fu Jiu." A patrolman on a motorcycle waved to Fu Jiu.

"Hello, Armed Police Officer," Fu Jiu replied with a smile.

He still had some impression of this person. He didn't know the real name of the armed police officer, but he had heard that he had inherited the skills of Wu Song and was also the local police officer. When people in the area asked him his name, he would just smile and tell them to call him Armed Police Officer. After a while, everyone got used to calling him that.

Fu Jiu only had some communication with him in the early days, and then gradually forgot about him.

The man opposite him, whom he called the armed police officer, laughed heartily: "I already told you to just call me Brother Wu. Where are you going? Do you want me to give you a ride?"

The armed police officer was quite familiar with Fu Jiu, a newcomer who had only moved in a few months ago. He often met him when he went to the martial arts school for training. In fact, he quite admired this young man who was very weak but still insisted on practicing martial arts.

"It's not far, there's no need to trouble Brother Wu." Fu Jiu quickly declined. Although his body was rather weak, he wasn't at the point where he needed a car to go out.

"Brother Wu looks to be in good spirits. You've already broken through to the second tier, haven't you?" Fu Jiu said with a smile. Going to the monster market wouldn't make a difference if he took a little longer. This police officer had taken good care of him before, so he didn't mind chatting a bit more.

"Haha, luckily, luckily." The armed police officer scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"Brother Wu is being modest," Fu Jiu said with a smile.

In this era of spiritual revival, the legacies of some ancient figures have begun to appear in the world, and people collectively refer to those who have received the legacies of these ancient figures as inheritors.

Some say that they were able to receive the inheritance because those powerful beings were the previous incarnations of these inheritors, and therefore they are often referred to as reincarnations.

Whether this is true or not is unclear at the moment, but the majority of people clearly believe in this statement. Fu Jiu originally didn't really believe it, but now he has no choice but to believe it, since he himself has already experienced "reincarnation".

The idea of ​​inheritance across generations sounds mysterious, but in reality, the inheritors only inherit some of the characteristics and abilities of those figures. Their memories and emotions are not greatly affected, at most only having a slight influence on the inheritor's personality, which is harmless.

Just like the armed police officer in front of us who often carries a specially made baton that looks like a short stick, it is very likely influenced by Wu Song's fondness for using a cudgel.

Previously, Fu Jiu had also encountered an old man who liked to uproot willow trees, which was probably influenced by his previous life.

Right now, most of them are inheritors or reincarnated beings. In a few years, it will be the era of the descendant. At that time, it won't be like now where everyone has to slowly cultivate. None of those descendant beings are simpletons.

After saying goodbye to the armed police officers, we walked a short distance further to our destination.

The monster market wasn't as grand as I'd imagined; it was more like a chaotic marketplace, with shouts of vendors filling the air, and all sorts of people wandering around, picking out their favorite prey.

One after another, ferocious-looking monsters were locked in cages, baring their teeth at passersby.

Fu Jiu wandered around casually. The monster market in the East District was not big, not even as big as a vegetable market, and the monsters sold were generally not strong.

How much is this rabbit?

Fu Jiu stopped in front of a stall and took a fancy to a rabbit the size of a basketball. The stall owner was a middle-aged man with dark skin and strong arms. Well, perhaps his right arm was even thicker, after all, it was a muscular arm that he had trained for decades.

“Three thousand,” the man replied immediately.

"So expensive? This rabbit can only be considered a slightly stronger wild animal at best." Fu Jiu frowned. He only had a little over five thousand yuan left in his pocket. He didn't expect the stall owner to want most of it as soon as he opened his mouth. He was really greedy. No wonder he's still single.

"Forget it, I'll just hunt a few myself in the wild." Fu Jiu shook his head and was about to leave.

"Hey, wait, wait, young man." The stall owner got anxious when he saw that Fu Jiu was about to leave without saying a word. After all, they were in business, and everything was negotiable.

"It's not safe to go out hunting monsters now, it's time-consuming and laborious, why not just buy directly from me? How about I give you a discount? How about two thousand eight?"

"Two thousand five!" Fu Jiu said decisively.

"This..." The stall owner seemed hesitant, gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice, "Alright, as long as you can come and patronize my business often in the future, I'll take this loss today."

"Deal." Fu Jiu didn't want to argue, so he slapped down a few banknotes, picked up the cage, and left.

"Take care!" The stall owner said excitedly, clearly having made a good profit.

There are too many strange creatures in the world, and Fu Jiu couldn't recognize the species of this rabbit. However, its bulging hind legs and blood-red eyes showed that it was extraordinary. Even if it was not a first-order creature, it was enough to fight against some jackals.

Furthermore, there aren't many first-tier creatures in this monster market to begin with, and most of those who come here to wander around aren't very wealthy.

A common first-tier demonic beast can easily sell for tens of thousands of yuan, and with their financial resources, they simply cannot afford demonic beasts of tier one or higher.

Having already obtained the demonic beast, Fu Jiu had no intention of stopping there. In his view, the more thorough the preparations, the better.

After browsing around for a while, I bought several wild animals of different sizes, including fish and other mammals. The prices weren't expensive; in total, it only cost me less than a thousand. After all, they were just ordinary wild animals, not comparable to the rabbit that was close to a first-tier demon beast.

"Hey young man, come and take a look. I have some meat from a first-tier demon beast here. Want to buy a few pounds to nourish your body?"

A vendor saw that Fu Jiu was carrying a lot of things and immediately got an idea.

Having sold monsters for so many years, the stall owner had long since developed a keen eye. He could tell at a glance who genuinely wanted to buy and who was just looking without actually buying.

After thinking for a moment, Fu Jiu spent another thousand yuan to buy several kilograms of meat from a first-tier demon beast. The blood and qi of a first-tier demon beast were indeed much stronger than those of ordinary wild animals. The bright red color, the strong smell of blood, and even a faint fragrance made it look like top-quality meat.

The journey back was uneventful, but the beasts weighed over thirty pounds in total, which exhausted Fu Jiu. Luckily, he lived on the first floor; otherwise, carrying such heavy things up the stairs would have been even more painful.