SSS Ranked Merchant: Rebuilding a Broken Kingdom With Unlimited Wealth-Chapter 25: Mystery Coin

"Let me see my stats."

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[SUB-CLASS STATS]

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[Rank: D]

[Level: 4]

[Level EXP: 20/500]

[Accumulated EXP: 120]

[Strength: 30] - Level Five

[Agility: 45]- Level Six

[Intelligence 20]- Level Four

[Endurance: 15]- Level Three

[Magic Affinity: 20]- Level Four

[Mana: 50/50] - Low-Mid

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It had been a week since her training began, and while her technique was improving, her stats were... well, embarrassingly stagnant.

No matter how much she willed it, her tiny baby body could only handle so much before her limbs gave out like overcooked noodles.

Turns out, being a prodigy was useless when your muscles resembled those of a newborn chick.

It was now the weekend, meaning Felix was off gallivanting at his new job, Lilith was out inspecting their farm, and Lyrasia was left in the care of Ruan, who was currently sitting cross-legged on the floor, casually feeding herself grapes like some kind of lazy empress.

But the real problem? The very real, very divine entity that was now residing in their room.

Lyrasia narrowed her eyes at the enormous, regal being who sat in the corner, stoic and unmoving.

"So, let me get this straight." She pointed a tiny, chubby finger at the towering figure. "This thing—this literal god-tier entity—is your summon?"

"Yup."

She turned to the divine figure.

It was draped in silver robes, its face a swirling abyss of celestial light, and it radiated an aura so powerful it made the room feel smaller. She could practically hear reality humming around it.

And yet.

The divine entity was holding a tiny wooden spoon and awkwardly stirring a bowl of baby food.

It turned its faceless gaze toward Lyrasia and then, with the grace of a holy being, lifted a spoonful of mashed apples to her lips.

"Eat," the celestial being intoned, its voice layered with the whispers of a thousand souls.

Lyrasia recoiled. "I am NOT eating that."

"Eat," it repeated, more ominously this time. The mashed apples quivered, as if sensing her resistance.

"Oh my gods, this is hilarious. You have a literal divine entity spoon-feeding you like some pampered princess."

Meila, who was watching this disaster unfold from the other side of the room, snorted. "Honestly, I think it suits her."

Even the other girl was here.

"I swear on my past life, I will end you."

Ruan dramatically wiped a fake tear from her eye. "Ah, to think! The great Lyrasia, future ruler of wealth and power, is currently fighting for her dignity against a celestial nanny."

"I hope you choke on those grapes."

The divine entity patiently lifted the spoon again. "Eat."

Lyrasia let out a deep sigh, looking between the celestial being, Ruan's smug face, and Meila's barely contained amusement.

"...I hate my life."

And then, resigned to her fate, she took a bite.

"I'm gonna go out."

"We're coming with you," Meila quickly replied.

As always, the air outside felt off.

The town's flow was suspicious, people moved too stiffly, voices were hushed, and bartering felt stilted. Lyrasia narrowed her eyes, watching as a merchant handed off a suspiciously light sack of grain to a farmer, only for the farmer to hesitantly nod and accept it.

That wasn't right. The exchange rate for goods was worsening. The weight of the goods given was shrinking.

Her heart twisted.

If Felix was now involved in this system—if he was part of the Council of Five—what was really happening to her family?

Was history repeating itself?

No.

No, she refused to let it.

Before she could spiral further, a loud voice interrupted the market's dreary atmosphere.

"Rare treasures from distant lands! Trinkets and artifacts beyond your wildest dreams! Who will come and see, come and trade?"

A peddler.

Lyrasia turned to see a stranger in a patched-up cloak, his cart stacked high with mysterious trinkets and oddities. He was a traveler, that much was clear. But the villagers were eyeing him with suspicion, unfamiliar with his ways.

Currency was still an unfamiliar concept to them—most of their trades relied on bartering. And from the looks of it, none of them knew what to offer in exchange for his goods.

Lyrasia, however, smirked.

Time to make herself useful.

She strutted over, eyeing the items carefully before picking up a small, unassuming coin. It was old, with an intricate crest she didn't recognize.

"This," she said, holding it up. "I'll take this one."

The peddler raised an eyebrow. "And what will you offer in return, little lady?"

She pulled out a gold coin from "her pocket", even though technically, it was from space because all of her money was from the system.

The peddler inspected it, then chuckled.

"You're a sharp one," he said, taking the herbs and handing her the coin. "Enjoy your prize, kid."

She pocketed it, thinking nothing of it.

'Wait, why did I just randomly buy something?'

It was like instinct drove her to do it, as if she just knew.