The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1346

Daphne finally let out a small sigh of relief.

She had never lacked money in her entire life.

But stepping into this realm, suddenly finding herself broke—it felt unbearably uncomfortable.

She glanced toward the stage not far away, where someone was loudly hawking goods. Bloodshade Fruit could go for two or even three hundred thousand Netheris coins!

Daphne couldn't help but laugh.

Robin's firebird emerald pendant had millions of these Bloodshade Fruits stored inside.

They would have been sitting on nearly a billion in Netheris assets if they had gone by this price.

It turns out that the rich are really rich no matter where they go.

Looking down at the crowd of frenzied bidders, Daphne turned to Robin and said, "Why don't we auction off some of these fruits instead of exchanging them at a store?"

Robin shook his head. "Let's not attract attention just yet. We should get a better feel for this place first."

"Fair point," Daphne said, shifting her gaze to the many vendors and tradespeople scattered throughout the market. "This place is a far cry from Earth—everything here's totally unfamiliar to us."

Then, something strange caught her attention.

The uglier someone looked here, the more arrogant they acted—and the more others seemed to fawn over them.

In contrast, anyone with a decent face was completely shunned.

To the left of the auction stage stood a large performance platform.

But the dancers twirling and spinning weren't beautiful women—they were grotesque beyond words.

And every so-called 'handsome' man up there looked like a donkey.

She listened closely and watched the reactions around her, piecing them together.

Turns out, the women here with pitch-black skin, bodies like stubby-legged bears, and faces that could scare off ghosts were the beauties of this realm.

At first, Daphne thought people were just watching for laughs, drawn in by curiosity.

But then she heard how they praised those short, dark, chubby women swaying on stage—and she realized the truth. This was their actual beauty standard.

"Hey, check out that woman on the left—absolutely stunning," someone sighed.

"If I could marry someone like her, my neighbors would be green with envy," said a man that Daphne would've called genuinely handsome—by Earth's standards, at least.

He was gazing longingly at a woman who looked exactly like a black-furred she-bear.

Next to him stood another man—short, fat, dark, ugly as sin.

To Daphne, he looked like a pig with a wig.

That man scoffed. "In Rosha, unless you're as good-looking as me, you've got no shot at a top beauty like her."

The 'handsome' one lowered his head in shame. "If only I could be as good-looking as you."

Daphne was about to lose her mind listening to them.

No wonder no one in this crumbling castle had so much as glanced at her.

Back on Earth, Daphne had been known as a total bombshell—a head-turner anywhere she went.

But here? People looked at her like she was hideous. Like she was something to be pitied.

She'd never in her life been judged for being too pretty.

Some ugly guy even snarled at her, "How dare you show your face looking like that? Next time, don't parade your ugly mug around here!"

What the hell?!

Daphne was at a complete loss for words.

Was the beauty standard here just totally deranged?

Was this seriously that so-called 'ugly is beautiful' world?

Across from the stage was an open lot.

Dozens of men and women were dancing awkwardly—each barely three feet tall, with three nostrils, four ears, and three eyes—dressed in outlandish clothes and striking poses so gross Daphne wanted to wash her eyes out.

A crowd of people around them cheered wildly, some even tipping money right there on the spot.

The onlookers, watching this bizarre performance, were almost mesmerized, completely losing their minds in the excitement.

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