# Chapter 10: Such a Kind and Beautiful Angel
The man raised his eyes. In the dim light, his gaze sparkled.
"You want to buy?"
His voice was cool and distant, like a spring flowing over cold stones.
Sophia shivered. What a high and mighty personality!
"Then how much for this dagger?" Sophia asked directly.
This dagger, while not as fine as what she'd bought before, was still excellent quality.
Since she'd come across it, she didn't want to miss the opportunity.
Hearing Sophia ask about the price, the man's eyes brightened. His speaking pace even quickened.
"Five thousand each. Pick any."
"Five thousand?!"
"How about three thousand?"
Sophia: "???"
Sophia immediately set down the dagger, bounced to her feet, and eyed the man warily.
She wasn't ignorant of prices. A dagger of this quality, at the antique weapons dealer she'd bought from before, would easily start at fifty thousand.
But this man was asking only five thousand?
Hearing this price, Sophia didn't think bargain—she thought scam!
Sophia scanned her surroundings warily, then turned and walked briskly away.
Can't afford it. Can't afford it!
What if she handed over the money and got followed and robbed?
In the corner.
Marcus watched Sophia hurry away and sighed with disappointment. His tall, lean frame seemed to deflate.
Hungry.
So hungry he could barely speak, forced to use short sentences.
After expending energy talking for so long, the deal still fell through!
Marcus sighed heavily again.
Who could have imagined that Marcus, a renowned interstellar arms dealer, would end up in such a state?
When crossing dimensions, he'd inexplicably dropped into this world.
And this was a world about to enter the apocalypse!
Yet "about to enter" wasn't quite the same as having entered.
Order still held. Laws still functioned. Even with all his skills, there was no room to use them.
His space was a weapons dimension. Nothing but weapons could be stored inside. His interstellar currency and cards were useless here.
Marcus had huddled in a corner all day, starving and enduring thirst.
Finally, when night fell, he tried to emulate others by setting up a stall to earn money for food. But after waiting two or three hours, nobody even stopped to ask about prices.
Finally a young woman showed up, and she'd been scared off by the price!
Marcus shook his head helpless and picked up all his weapons from the ground. Holding them in his arms, he walked away.
The street vending route wasn't going to work. He had to find another way.
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Sophia walked briskly away, then slowed her pace and strolled through the neighborhood.
But in her heart, she couldn't stop thinking about that man and those weapons.
The more she thought, the stranger it seemed.
With apocalypse rumors not yet fully exploded, why would someone openly set up a stall to sell weapons?
Could the stall be a front? Were they actually scouting the neighborhood?
Sophia didn't take the community's security as her personal responsibility. But she still lived here and didn't want anything big to happen.
With that thought, Sophia turned around to go back.
But the moment she turned, she collided with someone.
The two bumped into each other, then immediately separated, each stepping back two paces and stabilizing.
Sophia frowned and looked—and found the person she'd collided with was exactly that man.
"You—"
"I'm not following you!"
Sophia raised an eyebrow, glancing at the man's empty hands. "Where are your things?"
Marcus: "..."
If he said he'd sold them all, would this girl believe him?
"You wouldn't happen to say they're all sold, would you?" Sophia narrowed her eyes.
Caught, Marcus touched his nose. "No, actually, I hid them!"
Hidden in his space.
Sophia said nothing. She looked him over carefully.
Just now, this man had been sitting in a dim corner far from streetlights, so she couldn't see his clothing clearly.
Now the two stood under a streetlight, and Sophia could see him clearly.
In this heat, everyone else wore tank tops, shorts, and sandals.
But this man wore a military-green jacket, camouflage cargo pants, and boots of an unusual design.
When they'd collided, though it was only a moment, Sophia had felt a coolness from his clothing.
Sophia had bought all kinds of fabric blends, but she'd never seen material like this.
And his slightly long hair was silver-gray—even the roots were the same color, not dyed.
The more Sophia looked, the more startled she became. What kind of person was this?
As Sophia examined him, Marcus was examining Sophia in return.
The girl before him appeared to be around twenty. Skin fair, features delicate.
Especially her eyes—deep and profound, revealing nothing at their depths.
Her hair wasn't long, just reaching her chin, loosely tied at the back with a few wispy strands framing her face.
Her efficient hairstyle added a touch of vigor to her already doll-like delicate features.
Though slender, her frame showed hints of muscle definition.
Her physical condition was excellent, her strength considerable.
She stood quietly, seemingly harmless—but positioned defensively, ready to advance or retreat.
Marcus's lips curved slightly. An interesting girl!
Seeing Marcus suddenly smile, Sophia snapped back. "Seems like you're fine. I'm fine too. Let's part ways here."
This man, though peculiar, didn't give Sophia a dangerous feeling.
After careful consideration, Sophia decided to leave it at that.
As Sophia turned to go, a voice stopped her.
"Do you have any food?"
"???"
Sophia looked over to see the man wearing a wronged expression. "I'm starving and parched. I can't hold on any longer."
The man's lips were pale and cracked. Indeed, signs of dehydration.
But what was that to her?
Before Sophia could refuse, the man removed a ring from his hand and held it out.
"This is for you."
Sophia: "..."
Sophia looked at the man with even greater vigilance.
At most, they'd met twice. Was he really going to give her a ring?
Seeing Sophia's expression, Marcus was also embarrassed. He hurried to explain.
"This is a weapon..."
He brushed the ring's surface with his finger. Three spikes instantly rose from it—the longest about an inch long.
"Ordinary people can't tell it's a weapon and won't be on guard. A sweet young lady like you wearing it would be perfect."
Marcus extended the ring toward Sophia.
"The price is whatever you think is fair! Such a kind and beautiful angel like you wouldn't watch me starve on the street, would you?"