Roselle looked at the Kingsteel Beast Servant with eyes full of amazement. This creature''s innate trait was steel skin, which explained why it emphasized needing a sledgehammer to deal with him. Ordinary sharp tools would indeed struggle to pierce this layer of steely skin.
Only with sufficiently heavy weapons, leveraging significant force, could this steel-skinned Beast Servant sustain any internal damage. In tests against cold weapons, the Kingsteel Beast Servant was practically invincible to modern humans. While heavy weapons could injure him, who today uses such cumbersome tools for combat?
Except perhaps for construction workers, those are rarely seen. Ordinary people would have a tough time even lifting them.
However, what about such formidable defense against humanity’s most trusted firearms?
“If I were shot with bullets from a regular caliber handgun, such an attack probably wouldn’t harm me…” Even under Roselle’s prolonged gaze, the Kingsteel Beast Servant remained unperturbed, standing naked and expressionless, true to his calm and stern character setting.
Compared to the American or Russian hyperbole about their tough warriors, this was true strength. What is a tough guy? This is a tough guy, and not just in appearance, but also substance.
Almost twice the strength of an average person, with exceptional agility and formidable defense—what else could you call a warrior like this?
However, from the Beast Servant''s tone, regular caliber handguns seemed unlikely to harm him. The use of the word "probably" suggested he was aware of his steel skin’s defensive limits, otherwise, he would have been more definitive.
As for more powerful firearms like the famed "Desert Eagle," along with rifles or machine guns, the Kingsteel Human''s defenses might not hold up.
"It makes sense; no matter how strong the body, it’s still flesh after all." Even with steel skin, it''s merely a thin layer of armor, not steel flesh.
His response let Roselle breathe a sigh of relief. Such power was reasonable; after all, the Kingsteel Human was just a Beast-level creature, not something overly miraculous.
"Well... very well... from now on, your name is Caesar." After staring for a while, Roselle managed to contain his excitement and named his first Beast Servant. After all, being able to withstand ordinary gunfire was already beyond humanity, having such a tough guy by his side was more than satisfying.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.
"Thank you for naming me, master," Caesar said, stepping closer. From birth, he was instilled with a wealth of information, including loyalty and protection towards his master as his highest command.
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Roselle looked at the tough guy beside him, feeling more pleased the longer he looked. Originally, he was troubled by how to offload last night''s goods, but now with Caesar, that worry seemed to dissolve.
With such a powerful Beast Servant, Roselle felt emboldened to venture into even the darkest black markets. Black against black? Well, that would depend on whether the opposition had the strength to contend.
After a brief outing, he returned with a large suit. It was certainly low-budget, as Roselle had spent most of his money on rent, leaving little else.
"Let''s go meet some interesting people," Roselle said, heading out of the villa with Caesar. As for Hera, she was likely at work, sparing Roselle the need to explain Caesar’s existence for now.
Armed with information gathered online about the city''s underground scene, Roselle made his way toward a certain nightclub.
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"Alright, for all the goods together, I’ll give you 1.33 million. How about that?" said a scar-faced man to Roselle in a closed room of a nightclub''s underground parking lot.
In the room, alongside Scarface were several obvious gang members. Their discreet attire and fierce eyes made it clear they weren’t ordinary street thugs.
Clearly, these men lived on the edge.
It was Roselle''s first time dealing with such people, and claiming he wasn''t intimidated would be a lie. But with Caesar by his side, fear and weakness were not options.
So, even though Scarface''s offer was lower than public market prices, it was fair for selling black market goods.
Among the seven or eight items, an emerald, a high-quality jade pendant, and a small snuff bottle were the most valuable. These alone could fetch a million in total, and that was the black market price. If sold openly, they could be worth even more.
But Roselle wasn''t foolish enough to expose these illicit items to the public eye.
Scarface was another strong character. Even after so long in the trade, it was his first time encountering such a situation—a Western bodyguard emitting an oppressive aura that stifled his entire crew.
The guard''s menacing gaze was like that of a bloodthirsty tiger, ready to pounce. Damn, who was this kid? Although Scarface wanted to rip off Roselle for these goods, he backed down for the first time.
Scarface had never shied from a fight, yet now he hesitated, showing how much they feared Caesar.
Of course, anyone able to employ such a formidable Western bodyguard was no ordinary person. This added another layer of caution for Scarface and his men. As for their low-key attire?
Living as long as Scarface had, judging people by appearance would have been a fatal mistake, and he would never have seized the black goods market so effectively.
While Scarface weighed Roselle''s background, Roselle, the subject of speculation, hadn''t thought that far ahead. 1.33 million was a tremendous amount for an ordinary person, and especially for someone like Roselle, who had struggled financially.
He had expected a decent sum from selling these black market goods, but not such a large amount. Indeed, for Roselle, this was a fortune he had never dreamed of.