Upon arriving at the Trading Zone, Lynne's eyes were immediately flooded with flashing advertisements one after the other. A twitch formed at the corner of Lynne's mouth. It was utterly outrageous! It felt exactly like when you click on a website, and hundreds of ads pop up simultaneously, bombarding you with information!
However, Lynne paid it no mind. After arriving in the Trading Zone, new functionalities appeared on the rune on his wrist.
[Shop Teleportation]: Input the corresponding code and name, and you can directly teleport to a particular shop's space.
[Shop Creation]: Spend 10,000 skull coins to establish your shop.
[Public Trade]: Head to a specific high-value item trading zone, where auction and purchasing services are available.
Without a second thought, Lynne immediately clicked on [Shop Creation]. He currently had over 30,000 skull coins on him, more than enough to create a shop of his own in Vision World.
After inputting [Bloodsaw Potion Shop] and the address of Wandering Soul Lane, Lynne clicked submit. However, the next moment, a notice reading "Duplicate Information" appeared before him.
Lynne pondered. "Could it be that Master has already established a shop with the same name in Vision World?"
It was indeed possible. After all, his master was a native creature of darkness and had likely accessed [Vision World] quite early. There was no reason for him not to be aware of this place.
"Teleport! Bloodsaw Potion Shop!"
Without hesitation, Lynne input the name directly and clicked teleport. Accompanied by flashing blue lights, Lynne quickly opened his eyes, finding himself in a confined space, no larger than fifty square meters. Above the shop right in front of him were prominent characters.
[Bloodsaw Potion Shop]
Lynne instantly recognized the signature Bloodsaw symbol beside the apothecary. That's right. This was undoubtedly Master's apothecary. Because that Bloodsaw symbol was his master's exclusive mark.
Lynne looked up, gazing at the vacant shop. Instinctively, he reached out and pushed the door. Immediately, a line of blood-red characters appeared before his eyes.
[Authorization not detected, please enter shop command.]
"Command?" Lynne hesitated, touching his chin, and muttered to himself, "So there's a password? But since it's Master's shop, he probably wouldn't mind me entering, right?"
He contemplated and decided to give it a try. Even though he didn't know his master inside out, living with him had given Lynne insight into some of his habits.
"Muscular hunk."
[Command incorrect, access denied.]
"Single for two hundred years."
[Command incorrect, access denied.]
"Favorite disciple."
[Command incorrect, access denied.]
"…"
Lynne straightened his face, pondered for a moment, and then, with a resigned look, intoned,
"I, love, loli!"
[Command correct, access granted.]
Click—
The doors to the shop slowly opened.
Lynne: "…"
Of course, he'd use that same terrible fondness as the command, identical to the safe's password.
Lynne smoothly stepped into the shop. Upon entering, he was even more convinced that this so-called Vision World was far superior to any virtual world he knew of. Because he could bring items from the real world into this domain. This was undoubtedly an incredibly efficient piece of black tech.
However, there wasn't anything particularly rare inside the shop. The potions stored here didn't differ much from those in the smaller shop. Clearly, his master didn't put much stock in this shop located within Vision World.
Thinking about it made sense. Each entry and exit cost 500 skull coins or a Vision stone, an obvious consumable item. Ordinary beings running a shop here would definitely be a losing business.
"Yet it appears it's been maintained regularly."
Lynne opened the shop's interface. Surprisingly, the shop still had 4,000 skull coins set aside for the daily deduction. What astonished Lynne even more was the presence of a logbook within this Vision World shop. He skimmed through the entries.
[Day 90: Sold a complete set of mature Curse Demon organs, an income of 5 black skull coins.]
[Day 93: Sold Hell Connective Demon Skull x1, income of 1 black skull coin.]
[Day 95: Rested.]
[Day 97: Sold Soul-Eating Eyeballs x2, income of 2 black skull coins.]
Going through the log, Lynne's eyes widened.
"Master really does have a penchant for side businesses!"
Because Lynne distinctly remembered, around the times mentioned in the log, every time his master returned from outings, he'd be carrying blood-soaked sacks. He would then head straight to the surgery room. Lynne frequently heard the sound of flesh being chopped from within. Turns out, the apothecary was just a front. Master's actual income came from selling these monster organs!
Lynne took a sharp intake of breath. From this, one could infer the immense power of his master. Just from the names of the monsters listed in the log, it was evident they were formidable creatures. He continued scrolling through the log.
In the next moment, Lynne's gaze fixed on a recent entry.
[Day 105: An old friend from the Demonfolk Association approached me, inviting me to the Hanged Tower to investigate some recent strange occurrences within the Association. I left the Demonfolk Association 10 years ago; them seeking me out now is quite peculiar…]
Lynne checked the date. This entry was edited three days ago. It seemed this was the reason Master left two days prior.
"The Hanged Tower? Demonfolk Association?"
Lynne pondered. Clearly, this must be an organization within the Dark World, and his master was once a member. However, he wasn't very familiar with it, as his dutiful nature as an apprentice meant that his master had no reason to share more with him.
"But since it's an invitation from an old friend, Master should be fine."
Lynne shook his head. He closed his eyes. Soon, he put these concerns behind him. Because right now, the most important thing for him was to make money, promote, and establish a reputation!
Now that he had Vision World, a broader platform, he must make full use of his advantages as a transmigrator!
Quickly, he exited Vision World.
Logged out.
He hurried to the backyard, swiftly preparing various ingredients for potion crafting. If he wanted to develop in Vision World, the most crucial aspect was to have commendable products on hand! In his possession were unique, top-notch formulas for the [Critical Strike Potion] and [Flesh Regeneration Potion] that he obtained from the system.
The Critical Strike Potion, in particular, was verified to be an excellent elixir to enhance one's combat power! He firmly believed, both these potions would certainly have a vast market in Vision World!
[Origin level biological tissue x1][Burst Fruit x1][Hell Clover x4][Black Bat Wings x1], etc.
Lynne quickly listed the ingredients for the Critical Strike Potion. While most of the ingredients were relatively common, the Origin-level biological tissue he possessed was limited to some tooth fragments left by the Headhunter. After the last concoction, he could only produce about 30 more potions. For mass production, he'd undoubtedly need more supplies. But for now, this would suffice!
Without hesitation, Lynne, with the ingredients in tow, headed to the alchemy room to start crafting the Critical Strike Potion. Bubbling and simmering sounds echoed. Lighting the fire, preparing the cauldron, and concocting.
[Ding! You've crafted Critical Strike Potion x1.]
[Ding! You've crafted Critical Strike Potion x1.]
[Ding! You've crafted Critical Strike Potion x1.]
Accompanied by the system's notifications, two hours flew by swiftly. And he now had 30 amber-red potions in hand.
Having swiftly packaged the potion, a smile graced Lynne's face as he once again expended 500 skull coins to teleport into Vision World.
The task was completed! Now, the most pressing matter was to sell the potions in his possession. Maybe for a slightly higher price. Setting the price at 3000 skull coins per bottle. He believed that once someone had used his potion, they'd undoubtedly become a loyal customer. So, promotion was paramount!
Without a second thought, Lynne activated the rune on his wrist, composing a promotional message.
[Bloodsaw Potion Shop: The powerful Critical Strike Potion is now available! Once consumed, significantly enhances your attack strength. Priced at 3000 skull coins per bottle! Limited to thirty bottles! Fair pricing! First come, first served! Exclusive! No other branches! Hurry and purchase!]
Upon clicking,
[Skull Coin -1000]
The promotional message was successfully shared.
Wearing a hopeful smile, Lynne eagerly switched to the trading channel.
Looking at the disseminated message, Lynne felt a surge of anticipation, sensing a throng of customers would soon come knocking.
...
Half an hour later.
Lynne sat behind the counter, eyes closed, a slight smile on his lips, stealing a glance at the deserted shopfront.
Well... expected.
Perhaps the promotional efforts hadn't manifested just yet. It had only been half an hour after all. A bit more patience and customers would surely flock in. Maybe he should spend another 1000 skull coins for more promotion...
...
Two hours later.
With a furrowed brow, Lynne paced back and forth at the shop entrance, arms crossed. Why hadn't a single person shown up? He had broadcast the advertisement thrice! Surely someone should've shown some interest! No need to panic, more waiting was in order. After all, haste makes waste. That's right! Hang in there!
...
Three hours later.
Lynne leaned stiffly against the counter, his face expressionless, cobwebs accumulating above him. He had spent a whopping 5000 skull coins, pushing the advertisement five times! Could it truly be that not a single soul was willing to take a peek? His money seemed to be gushing out like water!
Slamming his hand on the counter with frustration, Lynne's demeanor was the epitome of exasperation.
"You've pushed me to this! I hadn't intended to resort to this! But it seems I have no choice!"
With gritted teeth and determination (〝▼皿▼), Lynne pulled up the information-sharing interface and rapidly composed the following message:
[Shocking!! The secret to a more muscular, impressive physique!! Top demon hunters swear by it, succubus blushes upon seeing it, and queens can't get enough of the Powerful Man's Critical Strike Potion! One bottle and you're bursting at the seams! Two, you're soaring high! Three, and you're unstoppable as a bulldozer! Want to stand tall and proud? Click on Bloodsaw Potion Shop!]
With a swift click, promotion unleashed!
This wasn't over! Damn it!
Lynne's fingers danced (〝▼皿▼) across the screen at breakneck speed, firing off a series of anonymous messages in the trade channel at 100 skull coins each:
[Wow! The Critical Strike Potion from Bloodsaw Potion Shop is mind-blowing! After my boyfriend took just one, he was too much to handle!]
[Hold on! How can we share such a gem so casually? And it's just 3000 skull coins per bottle? What if someone sweeps the stock? So cheap!]
[Stop sharing, everyone! Mind the potential price hike (艹皿艹). Can't we keep it a secret? Get stronger, fiercer, and more impressive on the sly. Doesn't that sound tempting?]
[Is the potion really that powerful?]
[No! Not at all! Just a casual doubling of combat abilities after consumption. And every strike delivers a perfect critical hit. It's nothing, really!]
[But can it really make one burst out of their clothes?]
[Not just clothes! Anything that should burst and even those that shouldn't – this potion makes it happen! Why else would it be called the Critical Strike Potion?]
Taking a deep breath, Lynne put down his furiously typing fingers, taking pride in the sheer speed he had deployed. Following this barrage of messages, the trading channel experienced a brief moment of silence.
"..."
"..."
Dots passed overhead, symbolizing an awkward silence. However, in the blink of an eye, a dramatic shift occurred. The space outside the store's door was flooded with countless, blindingly bright teleportation flashes. A barrage of notifications echoed in Lynne's ears.
[Dark Giant Leobard requests entry.]
[Fallen Minotaur seeks admittance.]
[Succubus Araya wants to enter.]
[Multi-armed Demon desires access.]
Without a second thought, Lynne approved all requests. And in an instant, countless avatars flooded in, cramming the small shop. Every available space was occupied by multiple overlapping figures. Their eyes shone with anticipation, and their voices brimmed with excitement.
"Boss is everything you mentioned in the ad true?! Do you really sell such a magical potion here?!"
"Is there truly a potion that can make one so powerful that even the queen couldn't resist?"
"I want ten bottles of Critical Strike Potion! Now!"
"Is it really endorsed by top demon hunters?! I'll take 50 bottles to test its effects!"
"Move aside! I was the first one in! Boss, I'll take a bottle!"
"What audacity! Clearly, I was first! Boss, I'll take all the potions!"
"Eh? Eh? Boss, do you accept... other forms of payment? I'm a very alluring succubus, after all."
In an instant, the previously deserted potion shop was packed to the brim with eager patrons from the Dark World.
Lynne (눈‸눈).
It seemed, much like on Earth, without some sensational appeal, nobody would be interested. Yet, unlike Earth, where people might sneer at such blatant marketing tactics, the denizens of the Dark World were purely excited and sincere in their reactions.
"This is a bit of a headache," Lynne feigned difficulty, expressing, "Everyone, while the potions in our store are indeed of genuine quality, we've always operated on a small scale. We only have 30 bottles of the Critical Strike Potion left, and 10 of them have already been reserved by our regular customers..."
"This... This is truly a dilemma for me."
Lynne was clearly conflicted.
Seeing Lynne's torn expression, the store's patrons were set off.
"(｀皿′) Nonsense! 4,000 skull coins a bottle! I'll take all of them! If that's an issue for you, I'll add 500 coins to each bottle! Money is no concern for me!"
"Hey! (▼皿▼#) Think you're the only one with money? Boss, 5,000 a bottle! Reserve 30 bottles for me for starters! If they work well, I'll return and buy double!"
"5,000? Small change! I say 6,000!"
"7,000!"
"7,500!"
As the situation threatened to spiral out of control, Lynne quickly raised his hand, urging, "Everyone, please! Although our potions are truly top-tier, we should all shop rationally! Don't be reckless with your money; earning it isn't easy! — Payment can be made over there; just transfer the amount directly!"
...
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Upon arriving at the Trading Zone, Lynne's eyes were immediately flooded with flashing advertisements one after the other. A twitch formed at the corner of Lynne's mouth. It was utterly outrageous! It felt exactly like when you click on a website, and hundreds of ads pop up simultaneously, bombarding you with information!
However, Lynne paid it no mind. After arriving in the Trading Zone, new functionalities appeared on the rune on his wrist.
[Shop Teleportation]: Input the corresponding code and name, and you can directly teleport to a particular shop's space.
[Shop Creation]: Spend 10,000 skull coins to establish your shop.
[Public Trade]: Head to a specific high-value item trading zone, where auction and purchasing services are available.
Without a second thought, Lynne immediately clicked on [Shop Creation]. He currently had over 30,000 skull coins on him, more than enough to create a shop of his own in Vision World.
After inputting [Bloodsaw Potion Shop] and the address of Wandering Soul Lane, Lynne clicked submit. However, the next moment, a notice reading "Duplicate Information" appeared before him.
Lynne pondered. "Could it be that Master has already established a shop with the same name in Vision World?"
It was indeed possible. After all, his master was a native creature of darkness and had likely accessed [Vision World] quite early. There was no reason for him not to be aware of this place.
"Teleport! Bloodsaw Potion Shop!"
Without hesitation, Lynne input the name directly and clicked teleport. Accompanied by flashing blue lights, Lynne quickly opened his eyes, finding himself in a confined space, no larger than fifty square meters. Above the shop right in front of him were prominent characters.
[Bloodsaw Potion Shop]
Lynne instantly recognized the signature Bloodsaw symbol beside the apothecary. That's right. This was undoubtedly Master's apothecary. Because that Bloodsaw symbol was his master's exclusive mark.
Lynne looked up, gazing at the vacant shop. Instinctively, he reached out and pushed the door. Immediately, a line of blood-red characters appeared before his eyes.
[Authorization not detected, please enter shop command.]
"Command?" Lynne hesitated, touching his chin, and muttered to himself, "So there's a password? But since it's Master's shop, he probably wouldn't mind me entering, right?"
He contemplated and decided to give it a try. Even though he didn't know his master inside out, living with him had given Lynne insight into some of his habits.
"Muscular hunk."
[Command incorrect, access denied.]
"Single for two hundred years."
[Command incorrect, access denied.]
"Favorite disciple."
[Command incorrect, access denied.]
"…"
Lynne straightened his face, pondered for a moment, and then, with a resigned look, intoned,
"I, love, loli!"
[Command correct, access granted.]
Click—
The doors to the shop slowly opened.
Lynne: "…"
Of course, he'd use that same terrible fondness as the command, identical to the safe's password.
Lynne smoothly stepped into the shop. Upon entering, he was even more convinced that this so-called Vision World was far superior to any virtual world he knew of. Because he could bring items from the real world into this domain. This was undoubtedly an incredibly efficient piece of black tech.
However, there wasn't anything particularly rare inside the shop. The potions stored here didn't differ much from those in the smaller shop. Clearly, his master didn't put much stock in this shop located within Vision World.
Thinking about it made sense. Each entry and exit cost 500 skull coins or a Vision stone, an obvious consumable item. Ordinary beings running a shop here would definitely be a losing business.
"Yet it appears it's been maintained regularly."
Lynne opened the shop's interface. Surprisingly, the shop still had 4,000 skull coins set aside for the daily deduction. What astonished Lynne even more was the presence of a logbook within this Vision World shop. He skimmed through the entries.
[Day 90: Sold a complete set of mature Curse Demon organs, an income of 5 black skull coins.]
[Day 93: Sold Hell Connective Demon Skull x1, income of 1 black skull coin.]
[Day 95: Rested.]
[Day 97: Sold Soul-Eating Eyeballs x2, income of 2 black skull coins.]
Going through the log, Lynne's eyes widened.
"Master really does have a penchant for side businesses!"
Because Lynne distinctly remembered, around the times mentioned in the log, every time his master returned from outings, he'd be carrying blood-soaked sacks. He would then head straight to the surgery room. Lynne frequently heard the sound of flesh being chopped from within. Turns out, the apothecary was just a front. Master's actual income came from selling these monster organs!
Lynne took a sharp intake of breath. From this, one could infer the immense power of his master. Just from the names of the monsters listed in the log, it was evident they were formidable creatures. He continued scrolling through the log.
In the next moment, Lynne's gaze fixed on a recent entry.
[Day 105: An old friend from the Demonfolk Association approached me, inviting me to the Hanged Tower to investigate some recent strange occurrences within the Association. I left the Demonfolk Association 10 years ago; them seeking me out now is quite peculiar…]
Lynne checked the date. This entry was edited three days ago. It seemed this was the reason Master left two days prior.
"The Hanged Tower? Demonfolk Association?"
Lynne pondered. Clearly, this must be an organization within the Dark World, and his master was once a member. However, he wasn't very familiar with it, as his dutiful nature as an apprentice meant that his master had no reason to share more with him.
"But since it's an invitation from an old friend, Master should be fine."
Lynne shook his head. He closed his eyes. Soon, he put these concerns behind him. Because right now, the most important thing for him was to make money, promote, and establish a reputation!
Now that he had Vision World, a broader platform, he must make full use of his advantages as a transmigrator!
Quickly, he exited Vision World.
Logged out.
He hurried to the backyard, swiftly preparing various ingredients for potion crafting. If he wanted to develop in Vision World, the most crucial aspect was to have commendable products on hand! In his possession were unique, top-notch formulas for the [Critical Strike Potion] and [Flesh Regeneration Potion] that he obtained from the system.
The Critical Strike Potion, in particular, was verified to be an excellent elixir to enhance one's combat power! He firmly believed, both these potions would certainly have a vast market in Vision World!
[Origin level biological tissue x1][Burst Fruit x1][Hell Clover x4][Black Bat Wings x1], etc.
Lynne quickly listed the ingredients for the Critical Strike Potion. While most of the ingredients were relatively common, the Origin-level biological tissue he possessed was limited to some tooth fragments left by the Headhunter. After the last concoction, he could only produce about 30 more potions. For mass production, he'd undoubtedly need more supplies. But for now, this would suffice!
Without hesitation, Lynne, with the ingredients in tow, headed to the alchemy room to start crafting the Critical Strike Potion. Bubbling and simmering sounds echoed. Lighting the fire, preparing the cauldron, and concocting.
[Ding! You've crafted Critical Strike Potion x1.]
[Ding! You've crafted Critical Strike Potion x1.]
[Ding! You've crafted Critical Strike Potion x1.]
Accompanied by the system's notifications, two hours flew by swiftly. And he now had 30 amber-red potions in hand.
Having swiftly packaged the potion, a smile graced Lynne's face as he once again expended 500 skull coins to teleport into Vision World.
The task was completed! Now, the most pressing matter was to sell the potions in his possession. Maybe for a slightly higher price. Setting the price at 3000 skull coins per bottle. He believed that once someone had used his potion, they'd undoubtedly become a loyal customer. So, promotion was paramount!
Without a second thought, Lynne activated the rune on his wrist, composing a promotional message.
[Bloodsaw Potion Shop: The powerful Critical Strike Potion is now available! Once consumed, significantly enhances your attack strength. Priced at 3000 skull coins per bottle! Limited to thirty bottles! Fair pricing! First come, first served! Exclusive! No other branches! Hurry and purchase!]
Upon clicking,
[Skull Coin -1000]
The promotional message was successfully shared.
Wearing a hopeful smile, Lynne eagerly switched to the trading channel.
Looking at the disseminated message, Lynne felt a surge of anticipation, sensing a throng of customers would soon come knocking.
...
Half an hour later.
Lynne sat behind the counter, eyes closed, a slight smile on his lips, stealing a glance at the deserted shopfront.
Well... expected.
Perhaps the promotional efforts hadn't manifested just yet. It had only been half an hour after all. A bit more patience and customers would surely flock in. Maybe he should spend another 1000 skull coins for more promotion...
...
Two hours later.
With a furrowed brow, Lynne paced back and forth at the shop entrance, arms crossed. Why hadn't a single person shown up? He had broadcast the advertisement thrice! Surely someone should've shown some interest! No need to panic, more waiting was in order. After all, haste makes waste. That's right! Hang in there!
...
Three hours later.
Lynne leaned stiffly against the counter, his face expressionless, cobwebs accumulating above him. He had spent a whopping 5000 skull coins, pushing the advertisement five times! Could it truly be that not a single soul was willing to take a peek? His money seemed to be gushing out like water!
Slamming his hand on the counter with frustration, Lynne's demeanor was the epitome of exasperation.
"You've pushed me to this! I hadn't intended to resort to this! But it seems I have no choice!"
With gritted teeth and determination (〝▼皿▼), Lynne pulled up the information-sharing interface and rapidly composed the following message:
[Shocking!! The secret to a more muscular, impressive physique!! Top demon hunters swear by it, succubus blushes upon seeing it, and queens can't get enough of the Powerful Man's Critical Strike Potion! One bottle and you're bursting at the seams! Two, you're soaring high! Three, and you're unstoppable as a bulldozer! Want to stand tall and proud? Click on Bloodsaw Potion Shop!]
With a swift click, promotion unleashed!
This wasn't over! Damn it!
Lynne's fingers danced (〝▼皿▼) across the screen at breakneck speed, firing off a series of anonymous messages in the trade channel at 100 skull coins each:
[Wow! The Critical Strike Potion from Bloodsaw Potion Shop is mind-blowing! After my boyfriend took just one, he was too much to handle!]
[Hold on! How can we share such a gem so casually? And it's just 3000 skull coins per bottle? What if someone sweeps the stock? So cheap!]
[Stop sharing, everyone! Mind the potential price hike (艹皿艹). Can't we keep it a secret? Get stronger, fiercer, and more impressive on the sly. Doesn't that sound tempting?]
[Is the potion really that powerful?]
[No! Not at all! Just a casual doubling of combat abilities after consumption. And every strike delivers a perfect critical hit. It's nothing, really!]
[But can it really make one burst out of their clothes?]
[Not just clothes! Anything that should burst and even those that shouldn't – this potion makes it happen! Why else would it be called the Critical Strike Potion?]
Taking a deep breath, Lynne put down his furiously typing fingers, taking pride in the sheer speed he had deployed. Following this barrage of messages, the trading channel experienced a brief moment of silence.
"..."
"..."
Dots passed overhead, symbolizing an awkward silence. However, in the blink of an eye, a dramatic shift occurred. The space outside the store's door was flooded with countless, blindingly bright teleportation flashes. A barrage of notifications echoed in Lynne's ears.
[Dark Giant Leobard requests entry.]
[Fallen Minotaur seeks admittance.]
[Succubus Araya wants to enter.]
[Multi-armed Demon desires access.]
Without a second thought, Lynne approved all requests. And in an instant, countless avatars flooded in, cramming the small shop. Every available space was occupied by multiple overlapping figures. Their eyes shone with anticipation, and their voices brimmed with excitement.
"Boss is everything you mentioned in the ad true?! Do you really sell such a magical potion here?!"
"Is there truly a potion that can make one so powerful that even the queen couldn't resist?"
"I want ten bottles of Critical Strike Potion! Now!"
"Is it really endorsed by top demon hunters?! I'll take 50 bottles to test its effects!"
"Move aside! I was the first one in! Boss, I'll take a bottle!"
"What audacity! Clearly, I was first! Boss, I'll take all the potions!"
"Eh? Eh? Boss, do you accept... other forms of payment? I'm a very alluring succubus, after all."
In an instant, the previously deserted potion shop was packed to the brim with eager patrons from the Dark World.
Lynne (눈‸눈).
It seemed, much like on Earth, without some sensational appeal, nobody would be interested. Yet, unlike Earth, where people might sneer at such blatant marketing tactics, the denizens of the Dark World were purely excited and sincere in their reactions.
"This is a bit of a headache," Lynne feigned difficulty, expressing, "Everyone, while the potions in our store are indeed of genuine quality, we've always operated on a small scale. We only have 30 bottles of the Critical Strike Potion left, and 10 of them have already been reserved by our regular customers..."
"This... This is truly a dilemma for me."
Lynne was clearly conflicted.
Seeing Lynne's torn expression, the store's patrons were set off.
"(｀皿′) Nonsense! 4,000 skull coins a bottle! I'll take all of them! If that's an issue for you, I'll add 500 coins to each bottle! Money is no concern for me!"
"Hey! (▼皿▼#) Think you're the only one with money? Boss, 5,000 a bottle! Reserve 30 bottles for me for starters! If they work well, I'll return and buy double!"
"5,000? Small change! I say 6,000!"
"7,000!"
"7,500!"
As the situation threatened to spiral out of control, Lynne quickly raised his hand, urging, "Everyone, please! Although our potions are truly top-tier, we should all shop rationally! Don't be reckless with your money; earning it isn't easy! — Payment can be made over there; just transfer the amount directly!"
...
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