On the day I awakened my powers, the system prompted me to obtain the F-level "Item Pricing" ability.
Being ridiculed as a loser by everyone, I could only make a living by setting up a street stall and selling second-hand goods.
Until that day, a black market boss placed a blood-stained antique knife in front of me.
"Look how much this is worth."
I casually appraised it: "Priceless treasure, thirty lives, including three missing S-class executives."
The entire black market suddenly became quiet.
The cigar in the boss's hand fell to the ground, and his voice trembled:
"How do you know... The three executive officers are missing and not killed in the line of duty?"
