I stared at the people, no, devils walking around the streets. Some looked as if they could barely afford food and others looked as if they had to never work in their lives.

People surrounded by lackeys who are constantly kissing their asses, walked with their chests puffed and scantily clad women hugging their arms.

Others staggered their way through, looking as if they could not afford food.

I was much better than them. though my outfit had some patches, it was relatively clean. So was my face, while I dressed like I was homeless, my outward appearance was that I was at a hygienic homeless child.

I was waiting, hoping that someone would be interested in the goods that I sold. Maybe someone would be curious about what a cute kid like myself would sell, maybe others would be attracted to the goods.

I stayed in place, though I didn't call anyone or announce my presence, not because I didn't want to but due to me being mute. Yup, I the incredibly cute, Lucrecio, lack the ability to speak. Though if I could gather enough money, I would be able to cure it. problem is, that I need a lot of cash. Like a lot of cash.

The sounds of heels clicking on the ground and walking towards me broke me out of my thoughts.

I stared at the woman with short blue hair with asymmetrical bangs, and green eyes, she wore a necklace with a dice on her chest, a sleeveless dark outfit with a white jacket hanging from her shoulders.

She stared at my peddles, which were wooden sculptors of animals and other objects.

She squatted down and picked up a wooden dice and looked it over. She then stared at me, her green eyes meeting my golden ones. I was able to see my reflection in her eyes.

She stared at the them for some while, probably enraptured by how adorable I was.

"How much is it? this dice?" she inquired, though her eyes did roam around my body as if searching for something.

Shit. I had no idea on how to price it, due to me conjuring all these wooden dices with my ability, I did not know an exact amount to price.

How about 50% increase of the cost? Yes, that would be good.

I took out my notepad, and wrote on it, the price for the dice. She looked at me in confusion for a while.

Writing the price, I showed it to her.

"Really? Sure." she brought out some cash and handed it to me, I took it, involuntarily touching her hands. She stood there with wide eyes and stared at me as I was counting the money and placing it in my pouch.

"what's your name boy?" she asked me.

I took out my notepad and wrote on it and showed it to her.

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself first?" she read aloud what I had written, then she smirked, "oh my~, the names Yelan. Yours?"

I wrote my name on my notepad.

"Lucrecio? That's a beautiful name." she smiled, and I couldn't help but stare at it. it was a really beautiful smile. She extended her hand and ruffled my hair.

"I'll be seeing you later." She turned around, waving as she went. I awkwardly waved back, even though she probably couldn't see it.

That was the strangest thing that ever happened – well, beyond that one time when that chick asked me if I was for sale, thank lucifer's pride she backtracked once she learned I was mute. I really would not have liked being someone's slave or property.

I have a dream! And no, it is not to be the richest merchant, that's a boring dream. Though to accomplish my dream money is a must. What I want to be the strongest! Strong enough to have my name in the top 10. And no, I'm not talking about rating games, that is too small, my dream is bigger. what I want to be is to be one of the top 10 strongest beings in the world.

Once I become one of the top 10, no one would be able to look down on me, rather I would look down on them.

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Sigh. hopefully some others would also buy my wares. This adorable kid needs money to continue.

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I stared at the sun setting, a sun which was created by Satan Beelzebub so that the reincarnated devils would feel at home. I couldn't help but stare longingly at the sun. I would do anything for that kind of power.

Shaking my head, I got up and started packing my stuff, after the sun sets these streets become not so kind. And while I'm pretty strong, especially considering my age, I am nowhere being strong enough to not fear for my safety.

Packing my stuff and stuffing them in my bag that was bigger than me, I started walking back to my home.

I made sure to keep an eye out for any people who would either want to rob me or kidnap me. I kept my emergency funds at hands, ready to use my ability to make whoever wanted to mess with me regret it, or use it to run away.

Coming across the slum areas, which was filled with drunks, drag addicts and other dumbasses, I glared at anyone who even looked at me. the weak hearted and bleeding hearts won't survive here. these people would kill you, sell you or even fuck you if you gave them the chance.

Seeing my glares, most people did their best to avoid my gaze, a few people tried to get up and walk towards me, their eyes shone in greed seeing my bag. Though others stopped them from coming.

"Stay down! don't even think about it."

"what the fuck!? Do you see that bag? I could probably buy a few more bottles."

"You fucking shit head, that little monster is the ruler of this area."

"Shit." I heard many people who stood up once again slump on the ground, collectively gulping in fear.

Looks like we have some newbies here. I thought to myself, newbies were always hard to deal with, especially since they would not know me and try to fuck and find out.

Heh, as mid-class devil here, I might as well be a king. Though I have no crown, my subjects are poor rejects of devi society and my castle is made of rotten wood….

Fuck my life sucks! Where is the opulence, where are the devil maids who would models to shame, where is the hot widowed mother who doesn't mind incest!

I dragged my feet to my little corner, which was away from most people. seeing my home, which was just a bunch of wooden planks impaled to the ground and more wooden planks and some sheets and leaves to act as the roof.

I went inside, my living room which was also my dining room and bedroom, and took a seat on the beaten-up armchair, and kicked my feet up on the table.

Sigh.

I let out a sigh in relief. And closed my eyes, I was up at 4 in the morning, with no breakfast nor lunch, I was dead tired.

I had my eyes closed for a few minutes, enjoying the silence.

After a while I opened my eyes, and lazily got up from my uncomfortably comfortable armchair and walked towards the corner of the room. Crouching down, I channel my demonic power into my hands and waved off the illusion that I made. which revealed a trap door.

Fishing the key from my pocket, I inserted into the lock and unlocked it. removing the lock, I opened the trap door.

Inside it there were three boxes, each one for a different purpose. Sitting on the ground cross-legged, I placed the boxes in front of myself, and took out the pouch that I stored my earnings from today.

First, I separated about 10 liliums from today's earnings, then I repeated the remaining amount into four parts.

I opened the boxes, each containing money that I saved up for different purposes. One box was for items that could make me stronger, other one was for unmuting me and the last one was for a weapon that would put the Longinus's to shame. The fourth part was placed in my emergency funds pouch.

Placing the money inside the boxes, I closed and placed them inside the trap door, after closing and locking it, I once again channeled my demonic power into my hand and casted an illusion on top of it.

Walking back to armchair and dropping on it, I held the money that I took away.

"Never no money." I activated my ability, the money In front of me glowed for a bit, before a loaf of bread and orange flavored juice box was summoned.

While physically the money had no changes, the money had undergone a drastic change on a conceptual level.

This was my ability, it was also the way I made those wooden crafts, though rather than made I technically "bought" them and sold them for a higher price.

My ability, never no money, my unique power with it I am able to use whatever cash is on my person to conjure anything I want, as long as it is equivalent in value to the amount of cash I "spent." Also, the thing I buy must have a physical form.

You know what is the greatest part of this ability? Heh, the greatest part of this ability is that I am not limited to items only in my world. I can buy anything in the multiverse as long as it holds a physical and tangible form, and the money I spent is equal to its worth.

Also, another amazing thing about my ability is that the money I use does not disappear, rather it simply loses its value on a conceptual level, which makes it unable to use my ability on them, since my ability regards them as unusable, but thankfully it can be used to buy things from shops, since those shopkeepers cannot feel the difference.

I bit into the loaf of bread, my taste buds silently enduring the repetitive food that I have eaten for the last six months. Though my taste buds cry and yearn for something that Is not bread, I indifferently kept chewing and swallowing. Thankfully I have orange juice, if not I'm pretty sure my taste buds would come alive just to kill me.

…the first few months of eating only a loaf of bread was hell on earth. Thankfully now that I gave gotten a bit more saved up, I can splurge it on a box of orange juice.

I can't wait for the day when I can eat pizza. My Italian soul yearns for the cheesy and saucy goodness that is pizza.

-The end.

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Anyway, the MCs ability was inspired by Leo Constantine Pinochle's ability, "never no dollars" from high card.

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