[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat":3,"chapter-reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-chapter-152":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Reincarnated as a Princess's Pet: With Trash Stats, but SSS-Rank Skill",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},896676,1177,"Chapter 152: One Last Stop at the Black Market","reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-chapter-152",152,"\u003Cp>The heat from the fire still pressed against their backs even from several metres away from the shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames had already devoured a good portion of the structure. The windows spat out columns of orange fire and black smoke while the roof began creaking in a deeply concerning way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max watched the disaster with a strange mix of relief and exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which, considering how the night had started, already felt like a statistically improbable victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian remained standing in front of the blaze, arms crossed and wearing a curiously satisfied expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like he was admiring a particularly destructive piece of art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seraphine was awake again, though still somewhat weak, leaning against a nearby wall while Neros stood beside her like a personal bodyguard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chloe adjusted Max’s cloak more comfortably around her body and looked at the elven healer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she looked at the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then back at Dorian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Scary,\" she murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max walked over to the elf and also watched the building slowly being consumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not surprised you reached this point,\" he commented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian raised an eyebrow slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What point?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max gestured toward the massive fire in front of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved a hand broadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Literally burning down an entire underground criminal business out of emotional revenge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian stared at the flames for a few more seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" he admitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slipped a hand into his bag and lightly touched the small vial where he had stored Finn’s ashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe things didn’t end exactly well between us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile softened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But he was always my great friend.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his gaze a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if he probably didn’t see it that way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max glanced at him sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t answer immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Dorian was trying to sound casual. But even for someone as ridiculously optimistic as him, this had clearly hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well,\" Max finally said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crossed his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You burned half a criminal organisation in his honour.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’d say that counts as a pretty memorable farewell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian let out a quiet nasal laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I suppose so.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chloe took a small step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked like she wanted to say something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cleared her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then looked at everyone with a concentrated expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I...\" she began slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She frowned as if actively fighting against the Elvish language inside her own brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you... for coming...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She searched mentally for the right words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...to rescue me,\" she finished, pronouncing it with visible effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, that sounded pretty good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chloe blinked in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Really?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian turned toward her and nodded with genuine approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re handling the language quite well,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled widely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Honestly, I expected worse results.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chloe’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she smiled rather proudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ha!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pointed at herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I learn fast.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pronounced that last part with far more confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian nodded like a satisfied teacher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was even better.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chloe looked delighted by the small academic approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neros finally approached the group after checking for the tenth time that Seraphine was still breathing properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Dorian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright,\" he said in a practical tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do we do now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian suddenly seemed to remember something important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached into his bag and held up the small glass vial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finn’s dark ashes rested inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile softened again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I still have something to do,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted the vial slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to leave his ashes somewhere special.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Before we leave the black market.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neros glanced toward Seraphine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then toward Max.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly consulting both of them silently on whether taking a detour for an improvised funeral ceremony after burning down a criminal establishment was a good idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfectly reasonable night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seraphine was the first to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I believe I heard something about a tavern,\" she commented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uncle Moe’s Tavern.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max raised his eyebrows slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That name actually sounded familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the game, Uncle Moe was mentioned multiple times by NPCs as something of a local black market legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man famous for crafting some of the finest alcohol in the region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which, honestly, sounded highly appealing after surviving all of this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay... now that interests me, Max thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As long as we don’t run into more trouble here...\" he said with a shrug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do whatever you want.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian smiled brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Excellent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned dramatically and pointed toward a side street dimly lit by old lanterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then allow me to guide you to the finest establishment in this wonderfully morally questionable district.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chloe glanced one more time at the burning building behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One question,\" she said, raising a finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chloe pointed at the burning shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Does that put itself out or... should we do something?\" she asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fair point.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned toward Dorian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Should we be worried?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian looked at the fire the way someone might analyse a particularly cosy bonfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nah,\" he replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved a dismissive hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The flames will burn themselves out eventually.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No one here usually minds a small large fire.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You just said ’small large fire.’\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That inspires zero confidence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian completely ignored the comment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Besides...\" he continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A lot of people are going to be happy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max looked around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And, indeed, he began noticing something strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather than panic or widespread concern... several people in the neighbourhood actually looked fairly pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of goblins was watching the fire from a nearby corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them even raised a bottle in an improvised toast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old orc laughed as part of the roof collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An elven woman applauded when one of the windows exploded outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Are they celebrating?\" Max asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" Dorian replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You just helped destroy one of the most hated businesses in the entire district.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A lot of people are about to get their shops back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if determined to confirm that exact statement, someone shouted from a nearby alley:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"THE DAMN SLAVERS ARE BURNING!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheers erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another group began celebrating even more enthusiastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"FINALLY!\" a goblin yelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"LET IT ALL BURN!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max watched the scene with a completely neutral expression for a few seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I don’t know what I expected from this neighbourhood,\" he admitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chloe smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I like it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max looked at her in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You like the black market?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chloe shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s chaotic,\" she replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It reminds me a little of all of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max processed that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neros frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not sure why, but I feel like that was strangely offensive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seraphine let out a soft laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not entirely inaccurate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian looked delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I choose to take that as a compliment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right, well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked again at the smoke beginning to spread further through the alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe we should move before we still end up dying from smoke inhalation after surviving everything else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wise words,\" said Dorian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he began walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved through narrow streets of damp stone and improvised architecture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smoke remained visible behind them, rising toward the district’s low rooftops as a rather obvious reminder that they had just caused a major incident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one seemed to care much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, the further they walked, the more people seemed to comment on the fire with satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I heard the cult’s shop finally went down,\" someone murmured nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"About time,\" another voice replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of goblin children ran through a side street pretending to explode things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"BOOM!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’M THE PYROMANIAC ELF!\" one of them shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian smiled proudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m already an inspiration to the younger generation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max gave him a look of existential exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That should not make you happy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And yet...\" Dorian replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...here we are.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chloe walked fairly close to Max, observing everything around her with renewed curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She no longer looked like the same exhausted, emaciated person they had found hanging inside that warehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still somewhat weak, yes. But far more alive. Far more present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So...\" she suddenly said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at Max.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All of this happened just because I got kidnapped?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max thought for a few seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scratched the back of his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we summarise events aggressively enough, yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chloe’s eyes widened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked back toward the distant smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s a lot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah,\" Max said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m still processing it myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neros kept walking beside Seraphine, glancing at her every few seconds as if worried she might faint again recreationally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually Seraphine sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Neros.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at her immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m fine,\" she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neros took half a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I understand that rationally,\" he replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seraphine smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max couldn’t help glancing at them from the corner of his eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two are an ambulatory emotional disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian, who had very clearly also noticed the exchange, smiled like someone watching an excellent theatre performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, love,\" he commented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neros glared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Talk less.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impossible,\" Dorian replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, they turned a corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wide tavern made of dark wood, with an old but sturdy-looking façade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sign hung above the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carved unevenly and hanging slightly crooked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncle Moe’s Tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From inside came the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and improvised music.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm light spilled from the windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian smiled with genuine nostalgia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out the small vial of ashes again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Finn liked sitting right out here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly walked toward one side of the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a small corner beside an old flowerpot and a worn stone step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian crouched down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He carefully opened the vial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And slowly let the ashes fall into that small space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind gently carried some of them away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Neros showed respect for once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian stared at the spot for a few more seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Done,\" he murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood back up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turned toward the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And instantly regained his usual energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well,\" he announced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed dramatically at the tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled widely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need alcohol.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max let out a small laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That does sound like the appropriate ending to this night.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And together, they entered the tavern, leaving behind the smoke, the fire, and one very long night of chaos, death, rescues, and legally questionable decisions.\u003C\u002Fp>",1750,"2026-06-03T06:02:49.172Z",1,"novelbin.me","0b468cf0900d1335d24fd20d3c8696a4bcf750e8d637666ed7db74409f0021b8","reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-chapter-153","reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-chapter-151",189,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-cover.jpg"]