Godlike Player in a Game-Like World

A new day had already begun when Raydon awoke from his long sleep. He had just gotten out of bed and was on his way to the bathroom to start his day when he paused to look at himself in the mirror.

\'\'Oh shit… I forgot this. \'\'

As he gazed at his reflection in the mirror, he noticed that his body was still smudged with soot from the intense smoke of the third stage, where he had been grinding for experience points. Turning his attention to the bed behind him, he saw that it too was stained black with the residue.

\'Well, I suppose it\'s time for me to do some housework. \' He thought.

When he was rich in his previous life, he had servants who cleaned his house for him. However, when he was poor, the thing that he detested the most was having to take the time to clean the house himself.

After having these thoughts, Raydon first took a shower, then cleaned his items, and then finally left his dirty and dusty house.

\'\'G-Good morning, m-master. \'\'

As soon as he stepped outside, he was greeted by a young member of his cult who was standing not too far from his front door and appeared to be keeping watch.

Raydon merely gave the young man a polite nod of acknowledgment in response to his greeting and then proceeded to take the keys to his home out of his pocket and hand them over to him.

\'\'Clean the house. \'\'

Then he began walking away immediately to avoid attracting the attention of other cult members.

\'\'Yes, master. \'\'

The young man said as he looked at Raydon\'s retreating back, holding the house key in both hands as if it were the key to a treasure chest.

\'\'So, Master wants us to clean his house? I must notify others immediately. \'\' In a state of shock, the young man muttered before turning around and sprinting.

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After handing over the responsibility of cleaning his home to the young man, Raydon went back to the antique shop to visit the item market.

As soon as he entered the antique shop, he heard the voice of the owner of the antique shop coming from the waiting area not very far away.

"Sir, do you want anything to occupy your time while you wait? If you would like, we would be happy to serve you our coffee, which was specially crafted by us using coffee beans that are over a thousand years old. \'\'

Raydon observed that the shopkeeper was being as modest and polite as possible to the person he was speaking with. However, when he mentioned coffee made with 1,000-year-old coffee beans, for some reason, his voice abruptly broke. It was obviously an expensive drink, so he was apparently offering it reluctantly.

\'I really hope this isn\'t Fehim. \'

He accelerated his steps and moved toward the door to the item market because he recalled the previous time he had encountered Fehim here and assumed that this person was that zombie. He owed Fehim a stamina-build item set and wasn\'t in the mood to deal with it right now.

The problem, however, is that as soon as Raydon entered the shop, the person the shop owner was speaking to had already seen him and was aware of his presence.

\'\'Oh, you are finally here. \'\'

Raydon instantly realized it wasn\'t Fehim when he heard this young voice.

When he turned his attention in the direction of the sound, he saw a young man with blue hair, blue eyes, and a big smile on his face waving and smiling at him.

\'Hm? What is he doing in this place? \' When Raydon saw this person, his body\'s memories told him right away who this person was.

He was his cousin Galen Demugen, another young master from the Demugen family.

Raydon came to a halt as he watched Galen approach him with a happy expression on his face, and he said.

\'\'Do you need something? \'\' Raydon asked.

Actually, he had a good idea of why he was here—it couldn\'t have just been a coincidence, after all.

Obviously, members of other organizations and wandering item holders were not the only ones who frequently visited this illegal market.

Even though the item markets that were outside of the authority of such families were of a lower quality than the item market in the central city, they occasionally contained very valuable items, and of course, the prices were much lower.

Because of this, there were times when families would even send their men to these item markets in order to collect valuable items and even order them to participate in VIP auctions.

But it was abundantly clear that Galen did not have such a mission today, and his actions suggest that he came here in order to find Raydon.

"I truly cannot believe it. It turns out that what they told me about you being healed and even becoming an item holder was true. \'\' Galen spoke while giving Raydon a thorough look.

\'\'I hate to seem like I\'m stalking you, but I had good reasons for not visiting your house. Haha,\'\' Galen said, laughing awkwardly.

What he was implying was what had happened to Tika a while ago. They sent Tika to bring Raydon back, thinking he was just an ordinary servant, but Tika returned without an arm.

In a normal situation, even if the other person was a high-rank item holder, no one could stop a family from sending a battle maid and recalling a member of their family. As a result, they realized that Raydon was more than just a servant to the individual who had attacked Tika by preventing her from completing her mission.

In this world, the traditions and customs of families were unquestioned, and everyone was required to abide by these rules. Despite this, a high-ranking item holder went so far as to attack the battle maid that a family had dispatched on a mission, which caused the family to become suspicious about something.

Of course, they were not aware of the real reason.

First of all, it was not a high-rank who attacked Tika; rather, it was Fang, and the reason why Fang attacked Tika and destroyed her arm was that Tika had attacked this high-rank\'s apprentices.

But of course, these people, who think too much as is their habit and are afraid to investigate the specifics of the event, thought that this fictitious high rank was the reason for everything once again.