Is this… hell? Has a hellish messenger come to devour my soul?
Ruthian didn’t understand why his guest suddenly started staring blankly, panic etched across his face. He bent down, feeling that his welcoming smile was quite standard and his expression friendly.
“Welcome to the Floating Life Grocery Store. What would you like to buy? Please, don’t hesitate to make a purchase.”
Ebul trembled and looked up, his flush receding. There stood a peculiar house isolated on the desolate ground, its strange exterior existing peacefully in the dead air.
At the entrance was a wooden sign carved with mysterious patterns, resembling both letters and art, each twist containing a wonderful sense of rhythm.
As he pushed open the door, an impactful scene unfolded before Ebul’s eyes. Various colorful light orbs floated in the dim space, suddenly adding an indescribable nuance to the atmosphere.
Occasionally, a few light orbs drifted in front of him, revealing their contents—shapes he had never seen before.
Ruthian kindly guided the guest into the shop and pointed at the light orbs, asking, “Is there anything you would like to buy?”
Ebul felt that this mysterious person was likely trying to trap him. Although his tone was warm and gentle, his dark eyes seemed to swirl with ominous colors.
The poor warrior felt his legs weaken, nearly collapsing to the ground. He struggled to swallow and pointed at what appeared to be a drink.
Ruthian looked where he was pointing and instantly broke into a bright smile.
“Oh, it’s cola!”
Ruthian stepped forward and retrieved the bottle of cola from the light orb. As a qualified merchant, he didn’t forget to promote his other products.
“Guest, you seem injured. Why not also buy a band-aid? While it may not be effective, at least it’s a psychological comfort.”
As he spoke, Ruthian felt a pang of guilt. Honestly, he was unsure what these items would achieve in this dimension; he felt like he was deceiving the guest. The warrior’s back was clearly marred by a gruesome claw mark—certainly, a band-aid wouldn’t be enough.
The wary warrior gingerly took the cola in both hands, not daring to speak too directly to Ruthian, and reluctantly purchased the band-aid. He feared he might not live much longer; buying things in hell, the nature of the transaction was all too obvious.
With a quavering voice, he said, “Sir, can you not take all of my soul? Is it possible to take half instead—”
Before his words could finish, Ruthian shot him a peculiar glance. Ebul quickly changed his tone: “No, even a large portion would suffice, as long as you let me live, I beg you to let me live.”
Ruthian clicked his tongue, pondering that this first customer might be slightly mentally compromised. Nonetheless, being the only customer, he explained gently.
“I don’t want your soul. Just pay with gold coins.”
“The cola costs ten gold coins, the band-aid costs ten gold coins. That totals twenty gold coins.”
Ebul momentarily felt as if struck by lightning, standing frozen in place. Seconds later, he hastily pulled out his coin pouch, moving as if he were being chased, and poured all the coins onto the counter.
He fidgeted with his clothes, saying, “So, is this enough?”
The black-haired, black-eyed shopkeeper smiled warmly and gently picked out twenty gold coins, placing them into the cash box.
【Ding Dong, Income: Twelve gold coins, converted to 200 energy coins】
Listening to the system’s mechanical voice, Ruthian felt an unprecedented delight, becoming even more amiable towards his guest.
He handed over the cola and band-aid and even showed the guest how to open the can.
Ebul steeled himself, thinking that death was inevitable, whether early or late. He closed his eyes tightly and gulped the drink down in one go.
The cold liquid made contact with his tongue and burst open, the sensation of the bubbles making him involuntarily retract his mouth. His first sip revealed the drink to be truly extraordinary; yet, one sip after another, he found himself unable to stop.
A unique refreshing feeling circulated within him, the slightly bitter liquid stimulating his nerves further. The warrior couldn’t suppress the gas rising in his throat, releasing a burp.
This was indeed a peculiar beverage, unlike anything he had ever experienced. It felt as if he had ascended to heaven in an instant!
Clutching the red-packaged bottle tightly in his hand, he couldn’t resist taking another sip.
Unlike his earlier desperate gulp, he savored the refreshing sensation of the bursting bubbles in his mouth, secretly astonished.
This special drink must truly be a flavor only hell could offer, right?
Just as he was about to raise his hand to inspect another inconspicuous item, another form of energy surged from the magic core, as if breaking some kind of shackles. In an instant, it reached his internal organs, the warmth enveloping him.
“Ugh…” he groaned, losing control and collapsing to the ground, curling up in great agony.
Ruthian was startled and rushed to half-support him, furrowing his brows as he questioned the system.
“What’s happening to him? Is your cola really not poisonous?”
【Master, it’s just the effect of the product taking place; there’s no need to be alarmed.】
The system emitted a faint scoff, tinged with a hint of pride.
But at that moment, Ruthian didn’t want to argue; he leaned the person against the wall gently, asking, “When will he wake up?”
【In less than a quarter of an hour.】
Indeed, it wasn’t long before Ebul opened his eyes. They were now sparkling, filled with admiration and awe for the immense unknown power.
When that force first appeared, he had felt a moment of panic, but soon he realized how familiar this strength was, breaking through a high-level bottleneck he had long struggled to surpass like flowing water.
A massive surge of magical energy flooded into his spirit core, reshaping and reinvigorating it, making it stronger than before. In that moment, he felt as if he possessed boundless power, realizing that high-level warriors were indeed extraordinary, far beyond those of the mid-tier!
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