Next to the apartment is an ATM, I immediatly rushed towards it and withdrew a handful amount of the money from my account and stuff all of the money into my jean's pocket... I would need to buy a backpack, the protuding bundle of cash would attract unwanted trouble.

Next stop: a hiking store, I would try to find a bag that matches my preferences.

Down the small narrow street, is the main road, let me see if there is something of use in that street. To conserve money, I decided to not call a taxi. These days they drain your money like a leech, and walking would be more helpful to my constitution.

It took 10 minutes and a ton of small low-quality shops to reach the main street, where higher-quality shops reside. I went inside a hiking gears store immediatly.

I came out with a mountain backpack that is water proof, its exterior is made out of high strength abrasion nylon and its interior is made out Waterproof Silky Cotton and the straps are thick breathable sponges.

And it took another large portion of my money to buy hardtack, jerkies and other daily neccesities; water bottle, a swiss knife, a flashlight, first aid, batteries, tent, etc. Luckily the bag is enough to hold it all, the weight increased alot though, now I look like I am homeless with the towering backpack behind me.

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And finally, I arrived at a certain store. 

*ringringring*

There was a bald old man standing behind a counter, he looked up at me and narrowed his eyes fiercely.

"You better not take another step boy, or I will personally put a hole in your skull."

I stopped in my tracks, I know his temper well.

The old man continued, "Drop the fucking huge bag then we'll talk."

I went to an open space and unslinged the baggage.

*Duuuuuum*

The bag landed with a heavy thud, the owner raised an eyebrow at that and beckoned me closer, "Boy, what do you want? You know these things aren't toys right?"

The owner pointed towards the rows of weapons and turned his head towards me for an answer.

I calmy gazed into his eyes and replied "Mr. Yard, or should I should call you No. 21?"

His eyes narrowed into slits, and barked out "Who told you about us?"

"None of your business. I just want to buy the sharpest dagger you have in stock." I said, my voice steady. 

"Well, too bad, the item you wanted is already reserved."

"I'll pay double."

This pirked his interest, "ten thousand dollars."

I doubled back, surprise etched over my face, "Why is it so expensive?"

He nonchalantly replied, "Ancient relic from a historical ruin, sharpened to be deadly in real combat."

I paid unfront immediatly, slammed the stack of crumbled cash on the counter and demanded for the dagger right after. He glanced at the money and shrugged, then went towards to back of the store.