Don't Own anything.
'thought'
"Speech"
"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."
"And these are the basic principles of a classic transformation spell. Any questions?" The white haired woman in front of me finishes.
There is a fairly detailed diagram that has been etched into the air itself by Mirajane's light pen.
"No, I think I can understand it." I reply.
"Alright. Next, there are a couple important things you need to keep in mind when using transformation magic, memorizing even the smallest details will help you sell the illusion." The white haired woman teaches. "Like this."
*Poof*
With a flash, Erza is standing there in Mirajane's burgundy dress. "See~ this is level one of transformation magic."
The voice is still the same.
"Typically, on this level, you will retain your original clothing. This is roughly the mastery you will need to make your cute tail and ears disappear." The woman smiles as with a flash, I am looking at the armored Erza that I saw earlier today.
"Your voice coming from Erza's body is a little unsettling." I point out.
The illusion's expression hardens as a very different voice comes out. "Are you insulting the name of fairy tail?"
"That's a lot better." I complement with a slow nod.
"Heheh I'm glad you think so! This is the second level of transformation magic. My clothes change, and even my voice can change! But remember character is key! You've got to know how to act if you want to be a master!"
"And if you make it to the advanced level..." Mirajane begins as with another poof, a red fish with her little bangs is left floating in the air. "You can even change your physical form!"
"How does that sort of transformation work?" I ask as Mirajane returns to her human form. "Do you breathe water now? Are you forced to move like a fish? Could you like, theoretically give yourself a gun-arm?"
"If I wanted to breathe water, yes I could!" The woman smiles. "As for your other questions, yes, I'd be forced to move like a fish, and yes, it is theoretically possible to make your limbs weapons or turn your skin to steel, but you would need a mastery of transformation magic far surpassing that of what I just showed you. If what I showed off was 'advanced', to truly alter your body in such a manner, to alter your abilities, such as giving yourself flight, or increasing your fighting capabilities, granting yourself a natural weapon, or increasing the potency of magic, you'd need to be at the level of a 'Grandmaster' in transformation magic."
"Could I turn into a dragon?" I ask.
With a poof a fluffy looking white dragon is stood in front of me. "Yes. And while you might be slightly stronger than normal, be aware that you will in no way be close to the true strength of a dragon."
"I see. I see." I nod twice with my eyes closed.
"Let's start with the basics." The woman smiles kindly as she summons a mirror seemingly from her own requip magic. "Your goal is to hide your ears fox ears and fox tail, right so you should focus on yourself for this scenario."
"Are you sure it's fox? I thought there was a chance that it could have been cat ears and a cat tail."
"Nope. Fox. No cat I've seen has such a poofy tail." The woman supplies.
"Oh. Alright." I nod quietly as I gently take the mirror and look into it.
You know... this is actually the first time I have taken to really look over myself since I got my ears.
I tilt my head slightly, eyes trailing up to the two fluffy little appendages.
Those don't necessarily look like dog ears... it's either cat or fox. According to Mirajane. Fox.
"Stare deep into your eyes. Get a true picture of yourself... look over each and every detail about yourself."
I stare into my red eyes, taking a look over my slightly pale skin and red eyes.
"Now... imagine yourself without the features you wish to remove. Truly imagine it. Then focus your magic power on the picture you have in your head... then let it all out all at once!"
I follow her steps.
Nothing happens.
"Er... well, it's to be expected that you didn't get it on the first try! Don't worry, you'll learn it soon enough!"
It took numerous attempts, but, eventually, after a long five hours or so, I finally got it. Of course, I went back home at hour three after managing to have one of my ears disappear, but I finally completely managed to erase both my ears and tail.
I close my eyes as I boredly prop my head up in my office chair.
Transformation magic, as of this moment, requires continuous mental effort in order to maintain.
It's not much, but it is noticeable.
I won't be able to keep it up as I sleep which is why I need to practice with it.
Do menial tasks while I keep the spell active, do some complex thinking and stuff without allowing the spell to fail, probably some more training exercises I'll need to think about.
Before long I'll be replacing my skin with iron and transforming into... like... I don't know... a dragon maybe?
Does transformation allow for other special qualities.
If a fish transformation can breathe underwater and a bird transformation can fly. Could a saiyan transformation turn into an Oozaru?
Could a saiyan transformation turn into a super saiyan?
If so. Fucking badass. I'll have my future powerups- provided I get a connection to dragonball sometime soon.
If not? Eh. It'll still be pretty useful to buff my muscle strength, bone density, durability overall. Hell, I might even be able to give myself some form of regeneration. Transformation is fucking incredible in my honest opinion.
Far more versatile than mere fire or water magic.
Mirajane even said it could improve the strength of magic.
Magic that increases magic.
What utter bullshit.
I need to get better at this as soon as possible.
The door Jingles as the red haired knight walks inside.
"Oh, hey Erza. How are you." I greet.
"I am fine. The master of the second floor was... unimpressive. The group handled themselves well despite their complete and total ineptitude at wielding weaponry. But... that is to be expected in a world with no true martial conflicts solved by crossing blades."
"I did visit the blacksmith that enhanced the dagger. The world of Aincrad is... scary. To allow people to do such complex tasks with such ease and creating things of such power."
"She will need some iron in the near future."
"Yes, and carbon for steel after that. I have already made a deal with her. Despite being bronze, the weapons she makes so swiftly are of decent quality. I need some disposable blades. I have agreed to fetch her iron in exchange for ten swords. Fifty points of ingots for each blade. Are you fine with her leaving my weapons here?"
I nod once. "It's fine."
"Very well. I shall give you ten thousand jewel for facilitating this exchange with your shop." The blunt and knightly woman smiles with a slow nod.
"Oh, there's no need for that. As long as Lisbeth is happy, safe, and grows in skill I'm happy." I shrug with a small smile. "She said that after she maxes out her skills and gets to an acceptable level, she's planning on quitting and coming to live here, so we might just move into your world as my own is... let's call it volatile."
"We would be glad to have you, Argo." The woman announces as she turns to the door. "Now, if you will excuse me, I must go complete some jobs and locate an iron mine."
"Stay safe."
"I always try to be. But the life of a mage is dangerous." The woman announces as she opens the door and leaves without another word.
"Hrn."
Anyways, that's probably all I've got to do for today. I should probably get a shower, read some more of my fire magic book, and go to bed. Training transformation all day after going through a slight mental break was tough work.
I crack open an eye as I hear the bell above the door to my shop ring, I slowly roll out of bed with a weak groan.
"Uh... Argo?"
"Be there in a second, Lis." I call out as I get to my feet and stretch, fighting off a tired yawn as I wipe an eye. "Hnnnng."
My sleep had been... pretty restless.
I used to always sleep on my back, but I have a tail now.
Can't do that for too long before my spine starts to tingle. Sleeping on my side is just borderline uncomfortable, and sleeping on my stomach is even more so as I'd be forced to turn my head uncomfortably to the side in order to breathe fresh air and not suffocate and die.
I open my bedroom door and step out into the shop proper.
I step out and stand behind the countertop, Lisbeth's eyes lighting up as she sees me, her face having an overjoyed expression. "OH MY GOOOOSH! You're so cute! I didn't think Argo was telling the truth!"
"Hn? Oh. Right."
I close my eyes and focus briefly, then with a puff of pink smoke my ears and tail disappear. I reach up to my head and touch the spots they were just at, making sure I successfully transformed them in my sleepy state.
It seems I have.
"Sooo, Lis, what can I do for you? Here to buy, sell? Or maybe just to hang out?"
"I wanted to ask if you would let me keep a few weapons here for Erza? She said that she-"
"Erza told me. I agree." I cut in. "Ten swords for quarter ton of iron, right?"
"Yes." The girl nods.
"How's the bronze smithing going?" I ask as I slowly walk out from around the countertop and open the door into my kitchen.
"Oh it's going great! I've risen my skill all the way up to level one hundred and thirty! Buuut er... well, I seem to have hit another road block like for one hundred."
"So you need iron." I nod slowly.
"Yeah." She sighs.
"You could also try Brass?" I suggest casually as with a wave of my hand, a wooden sword stand is created and placed against the wall.
"Brass?"
"Another copper alloy. This one with Zinc? At least I'm fairly certain that's how it's made. It's less used for weaponry and more for jewelry, though, so I'm not exactly sure how it'd perform?"
"Oh, I see!" The girl blinks as she walks over to the weapon rack and begins placing fairly dull looking brown swords into it.
Bronze Sword (+5)
A weapon forged by the weapon smith Lisbeth; regretfully it was made of a fairly sub-par material. It was further enhanced through her blacksmithing prowess to make it at the very least decent.
Estimated Current Market Value: 1,500 Cor
"So what's it like having a tail?" The girl asks.
"I... don't know how to describe it to be completely and totally honest. It like... moves on its own? I always have this tiny nagging fear in the back of my mind that I'm going to accidentally slam it in the door and considering that it is an extension of my spine, I can bet that it won't feel good."
The girl winces.
"Then, there's the fact that it takes constant mental effort to use transformation magic like this to appear normal. Hell, I probably even have a magical aura, which will cause some notice amongst the supernatural in my own world, I appreciate you being here and helping me learn to multitask while holding the transformation."
"It's no problem, Argo." She waves off with a kind smile. "You're my friend!"
"Want something to drink?" I offer.
"Am I going to be forced to pay?" She inquires.
"No?" I shrug quietly.
"Then no." She smiles with a small head shake.
"Damn it Lis! Stop being so stubborn!" I pout.
"I won't take advantage of our friendship!" She replies.
"Lis! Let me be clear here. You will be giving me SEVERAL weapons that are worth literally MILLIONS of yen. The floor one dagger Argo sold me would have gone for literally one point three MILLION yen. I bought the anvil for thirty thousand. In exchange for my support you have promised me five swords. Let me treat you to a drink and some snacks every now and then, damn it!"
She crosses her arms and frowns at me.
"Look. If you still feel that it isn't fair, you sell your weapons at extremely low prices. How much do you sell these swords?"
"Well, plus five is the highest they can go, and they need crafting materials to increase them to that level. I sell them for about seven hundred and fifty when they're fully upgraded?" She meekly replies while guiltily looking away.
"Its in-game market value is fifteen hundred. Hell, its market value was probably crippled by your cheap prices, yet you are still selling it for literally half. If you won't 'take advantage' of our friendship, let's just say that I am paying in the stead of those who are trapped in Aincrad. If you sell so cheap and buy my stuff, you won't have enough money to buy a 'player home' for your blacksmith shop when they unlock."
"Ffffine." She sighs. "Can I get a soda and some chips?"
"Done." I nod once as I walk over to the fridge and grab the drink she seems to like and a bag of chips.
She sits in one of my two dining room chairs and seems to sag, her eyes drooping as she lets out an exhausted yawn.
"You look tired." I observe as I take a seat across from her.
"I've been up for the past three days straight." She sighs as she rest her head on the table. "It looks like the five-hour energy Argo-two gave me is wearing off."
"Do you... maybe want to take a nap or something?"
"Nnnnh maybe." The girl tries to deny, but eventually relents seeing how absolutely dead-tired she is.
I casually lead her to my room and place her within my bed, then return to the countertop.
Well. I wonder if anything interesting is going to happen today.
"Argo, this is Diavel, and Asuna." Kirito introduces as he is flanked by two people.
"Yo." I wave lazily
"Kirito what the hell is this?!" The girl with long orangish-brown hair, wearing leather armor questions.
The blue haired man in a dark overcoat looks equally as confused.
"This is how we unlocked smithing, cooking, and tailoring on floor one... also how I got a fishing rod twenty floors early." Kirito admits.
"Wait... this?" The blue haired man questions.
"Welcome to Fortune's Favors. The interdimensional crossroads which connects your VR death game, to my Japan, and Erza's Fiore."
Asuna and Diavel look to Kirito. "Erza wasn't a player?!"
"Technically, no. She just has strength comparable to a level forty-two in her own world."
"Actually, it's more." I correct quietly. "She can't use magic in Aincrad."
"Magic?" The blue haired man scoffs humorlessly. "Seriously? You expect me to believe that?"
I smile brightly, hands clasping together. "Of course! Because aren't foxes the most trustworthy animal in the world?"
Asuna looks confused for a moment, as does Diavel.
"Oh, right. Transformation magic is still on. One sec." I hum as with a quiet poof my ears and tail appear.
Asuna gasps and in mere seconds, I have to grab her wrist to stop her from petting my head.
"Hrn. So she was telling the truth." Kirito lowly mutters. "Hey Argo. Have you seen Lisbeth? She's been missing for about an hour or two."
"Oh, she's asleep in the other room, she nearly fell unconscious while she was here due to sleep deprivation, so I decided to let her nap."
"Oh?" He hums, a slightly smug look on his face. "Is that so?"
"Kirito. Smug doesn't look good on you." I deadpan.
"Can you close the door?" I ask as I look in between the two newcomers.
"Oh. Asuna, Diavel. This next bit is guild hazing." He announces as he turns and closes the door.
The two players clutch their heads in agony as their system adjusts to my shop, faces scrunched up in discomfort.
After a couple seconds it passes.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Asuna shrieks.
"Its technically outside of the game. It's skirting on the edge so it's reasonable that you would feel some pain as your system acclimates, due to the system conflict between my shop, and Aincrad." I explain briefly.
The two new players look at me with newfound caution.
"Fortune... Favors... the bold?" Diavel eventually asks as he turns to look at Kirito. "Is that where the name came from?"
"It is. We probably would have had a lot more casualties without Argo here." Kirito nods.
The door opens as a red head wearing a suit of armor enters the room. "Oh, hey, Erza. Lisbeth dropped off your swords, they're in that room over there."
I gesture to the door that leads to the kitchen.
She smiles and turns, walking towards the kitchen door. "Oh. What good timing. I have acquired the ingots she requested. I will leave them in here."
Asuna leans around the corner, her eyes widening. "A fully furnished kitchen?! I've been using a fire pit!"
She turns around, glaring at Kirito as she places her hands on her hips. "Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?!"
"We were busy with preparations for floor two's boss?" Kirito rationalizes. "Besides. You're here now. Argo said that he'd let you use it if you promised to cook a portion for him as well."
"If it's good." I cut in. "If you're just making bland and tasteless porridge or something you can keep it."
"Speaking of cooking." I mutter as I reach under the counter and lay a large cookbook on the countertop.
"I was planning on selling this to Levy as she asked about our cuisine, buuut I guess you can use it here until she comes for it."
Asuna slowly walks forwards and opens the book roughly half way, she flinches back as a screen jumps out at her.
Kirito cocks an eyebrow and walks over, looking at the book as a screen appears before him.
"The cookbook... tells us what the foods will do and the proficiency required to create them." He gasps.
The blue haired man's gaze snaps over. "That's incredible! Cooking was always trial and error. Sometimes you'd make a sandwich with ham and cheese to increase your health by twenty without knowing that if it had been ham and lettuce it would have granted you fifty. There are almost no recipes for the profession in-game!"
Erza comes out of the kitchen with a slow nod, speaking to the group as she walks past. "I have left the iron stacked in the corner. Good day, Diavel, Argo, Kirito, Asuna. I will return in the future. Possibly with some more exotic materials. If you wish for me to join you in the battle against the third floor's master, I will gladly join you."
"We are still looking through the labyrinth for its boss room. We could find it at any time. We'll probably speed through the next couple of floors as our levels reach those of the bosses. Then we may take a step back and look over the previous floors." Kirito states as he looks over Asuna's shoulder as she begins slowly flipping through the cookbook.
Erza lays a small stack of bills on the countertop.
"Very well. I will return." The woman smiles as she turns and walks through the door back to her own world, closing it behind her.
I look to the group of three crowding my counter.
With a flash the old stool I used to sit on behind the counter- before I got my fairly comfortable office chair- appears in my hand. "You can use my kitchen if you want to look through recipes. I've only got two chairs so one of you will need to use this."
"Thank you, Argo." Kirito nods as he takes the stool.
Lisbeth lets out a long yawn as she stretches her arms above her head, she tired wipes an eye, her brown hair messy. "Thank you for letting me rest, Argo."
She fights off a second yawn as she walks around the countertop. "I should probably get back to the forge."
"Erza dropped off your iron. The next time I go out I'll be grabbing some graphite as well." I announce as I gesture to the kitchen.
"Really?!" She gasps as she perks up, walking towards the kitchen.
"Hey, Lisbeth. Sleep well?" A voice calls out as she opens the door.
"EEP- w-what are you all doing here?!"
"Looking through this cookbook for recipes. We've already found a couple. Some luck-boosters, stat boosters, some that even increase crit chance and crit damage. But. Our crown jewels so far has to be the dish that improves profession EXP gain and the one that increases drop chances for rare items by one hundred percent."
"If you get a list of items, I can go out and grab them." I offer as I step into the door frame as Lisbeth quickly skirts around the edge of the room to the stack of iron.
"My cooking skill is too low currently." Asuna sighs. "There were a couple things that looked good that I could try though. Can you get me some eggs? Some flour as well, then some form of chicken or pork."
"Can you write down what you need?" I ask as I return to the countertop.
"I don't have any paper or-"
I walk back into the kitchen and sit a note pad on the table with a pencil.
"Oh." She blinks. "Alright."
I look over two large desktop monitors with a low hum of interest.
'Which of these looks better.'
The left one does... it's also cheaper.
I reach down and grab one of the boxes beneath the display and add it to my cloth bag.
Inside is a boxed computer tower, a cell phone, a keyboard and now the new monitor. I just need to pick out a mouse and I'll be good.
Damn. I'll need a router, won't I?
I'll go home first and see if I need it, if I do, I'll come back for it.
It has been two months since I first started doing my merchant thing.
Life is good.
I'm wealthy, I've finally got Lisbeth to make me a badass sword, plus I've even become quite skilled in a couple magics, I've even unlocked a few special perks which have been nifty in my ascension to a total powerhouse.
Well.
I mean, in comparison to my old self.
No clue about where I stand in the supernatural landscape.
I grab a mouse that looks good enough, then make my way to the countertop.
I wince at the price as they ring me up.
One hundred and sixty three thousand yen.
It translates to roughly one thousand two hundred and fifty dollars, I can certainly afford it, but buying things for more than one hundred dollars always sort of makes me cringe.
I could always just steal it?
But that'd cause even more attention.
someone with a magical aura doing his thing? Buying groceries? Leave him be. He's not doing anything.
A supernatural creature being a mischievous little shit and shoplifting? Maybe someone should have a word with him.
I lay a stack of sixteen ten-thousand yen bills on the table, then count out the rest of the cost in smaller bills and coins.
"Thank you, come again." The woman behind the counter smiles.
"I will." I reply as I pick up my durable cloth bag and walk out of the store.
I walk away quietly, turning into a nearby alleyway, briefly checking to see if anyone is nearby, if there are any hidden cameras.
I let out a quiet breath and cause my bag of stuff to disappear into a requip space the size of a small chest.
It's a bit of a tight fit with everything I already have in there, but eh. It's fine.
*Ping*
Someone entered your shop while you were away. Would you like to teleport back?
[Yes] [No]
'Oh! How convenient! I don't need to walk back!'
I mentally select 'yes' and disappear from the alleyway.
Blinking the spots out of my eyes I see someone completely new, a man with short green hair wearing a white short sleeved shirt and dark green pants, around his stomach he has a green haramaki and a single sheathed katana that his hand falls to as I perform my little teleportation trick.
"Welcome to Fortune's Favors! The interdimensional pawn and trade! What can I get for you today?"
He is silent for a long moment, eventually relaxing as I do nothing.
"I'm looking for some swords." He blandly announces.
I point to the left. "Right over there."
My shop has expanded quite a bit.
What was once a mere six by six by seven has become a fairly decent sized fifteen by thirty by ten.
Large enough that I can even have stands in the middle of the room to hold items and weapons.
The swordsman quietly wanders away.
"So. Are you looking to head to the grand line?" I ask into the almost empty shop.
He glances over as he looks over the blades I have placed within racks.
"We are." He admits in a low gravely tone.
"Then I have to ask... what do you know about the power known as 'Haki'."
"…"
"What's 'Haki'?"
"Oh wow. You're all going to die horribly once you get past the red line." I sigh. "Basically, Haki is 'realized willpower'. It comes in three forms. Two are learnable and the last you have to be born with, Armament. Which allows you tremendous defense, plus you can infuse it into items so they don't get broken easily, a master of armament haki could cut through a normal katana with a blade of grass, then it allows you to strike people with Logia devil fruits. Extremely useful considering that without it you'll never beat someone with the mist mist fruit or something like that. It even negates the defenses of something like the 'Spring' fruit... which would allow you to easily harm them with blunt objects."
"Second is observation, or as it's called on the sky islands, 'Mantra'. Basically, it's a sixth sense which allows you to predict what your opponent is going to do, highly useful as it also lets you sense things that are hidden, like someone trapped under a rock, or someone following you without looking behind you."
"Third is the unlearnable one. Conquerors Haki. You either have it or you don't. With it you are able to exert your will onto others, taming animals in an instant, knocking people with weaker wills unconscious with just a single glare. Anyone who is even mildly impressive in the second half of the grand line can use at the very least one of these powers. also, Vice Admirals and above in the marines."
"Mhn." He hums disinterestedly as he grabs basically the only katana on display and unsheathes it, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"This katana... it has a strange energy about it."
"That's because it's magic. Magically sharpened. Magically tempered. Plus it's not made out of mere steel, making it superior to most swords you'd find."
He gives it a swift swing.
"Bitingly cold to the touch." He observes as he touches the side.
"A result of the ore used." I nod.
The corners of his mouth turn upwards. "How much?"
I look over him briefly.
"Tell you what, you have this 'air' about you. You're probably going to do big things... I mean, the fact you are even moving with that large wound on your chest is a miracle. Most men would be spilling their guts onto the floor right now, but not you."
He pauses briefly and looks down to his shirt covered chest.
"Oh, I could smell the blood." I admit. "That's how I know."
"I'll give you 'Misten Step' there, for free... for a promise." I continue. "I'll give you that blade, if you promise to learn Haki. Not only for you, but for your crew as well."
"How do I go about learning 'Haki'? The man frowns.
"Well, I've got no real idea on Armament, but for observation. Just get a blindfold. Cover your ears with something to stop sounds, then have one of your friends beat you with a stick at random intervals until you start dodging. Who knows, Armament might come easier after you figure out what 'spiritual power' feels like."
"How will I even know if this Haki garbage is real?" The moss-haired man scoffs. "What if you are just telling me to get beaten by my friends like some form of sadist?"
"Well, if I was doing that... don't you think merely that would be a fair price for the blade you hold in your hands? No money, no future favors, just get beaten by a stick for a while by someone who's probably dozens of times weaker than you. That's honestly an incredible deal."
"But. What if I am telling the truth?" I ask with a mischievous smile. "Don't you think that this would be even more worth it? Foxes are the most trustworthy animal in the world, after all~"
The swordsman frowns and lets out a scoff. "Fine. Whatever. I'll try to learn that power."
"It may take some time, but if you ever visit the sky islands, you'll see that I am telling the truth. Also. Tell your navigator that a compass doesn't work in the grand line. You'll need something called a 'log pose'. Then a new more advanced one for the second half of the grand line."
"Yeah yeah. Whatever, nut job." The swordsman scoffs over his shoulder.
"Please come again! Watch out for the marine with the 'Rust Rust' fruit. He doesn't care about the Meito and would destroy your swords without a second thought." I wave as he leaves and closes the door behind him.
He didn't even tell me his name.
Ah well, I don't mind much. Roronoa Zoro deserves all the respect I can give him. One of the biggest badasses in anime and manga history.
"Nothing happened." I quietly mutter with a sly grin.
Besides~!
That group of fucking idiots will need all the help they can get. If I gently push them in the direction of haki? Well, that's just a little thing in their favor.
I can't wait to see what my little nudge changes in the future!
Well Well Well, here we are with another chapter! Argo learned an extremely op form of magic, the worlds are making deals between each other, and a new world has been added!
Time is progressing as well.
Slowly.
Guest reviews:
Porcelain Throne: The question is... is he really a kitsune? Most signs point to yes, but it's still POSSIBLE he's just a fluffy nekoshou.
Kyo: Technically speaking, Argo is currently unable to open doors to basically wherever he wants. At most he could probably kidnap someone, then just wait for someone to come through the door and be all. "Yo, Kirito. This guy is a serial killer. Free exp. Take him to your own world and off him" but most of his people are goodie two-shoes. So that's unlikely to work.
Tula Oh: Well, he knows now. As for the 'racial trait' thing, I was incorrect in its wording, it was actually the 'This is a result of something else your body has' statement. As for ores and leveling smithing, technically otherworldly ores could be used to replace those in aincrad, like in Aincrad, smithing 500 might require something like 'Mythril', but it could technically be replaced with Marvel's Vibranium or something like that. Also. Wyverns probably exist in SAO because Kayaba is a hypocrite.
JustAFan123: Eh, I found a certain mythological spirit that would work REALLY well for a shopkeeper.
Reader 451: If you ditch SAO, your original body would die, so I mean, eh. If you want to become your avatar, you do you I guess.
Anyways, I'll see you all later.