Xavier leaned back against the cracked wall and waited, eyes half on the empty air where his system inventory would pop the moment something arrived. Waiting gave his brain room to be annoying, so of course it started working overtime.
If that merchant really had Axiom Vitae Residuum, why wasn't it listed publicly? Why DM him like a street dealer instead of putting it on the shelf and letting the whales fight over it? And if this was a scam, what exactly did a scam look like when the marketplace itself lived outside normal space?
No refund clause already screamed "you're on your own." He wondered if the dimensional store even had a dispute system or if complaints just vanished into some cosmic trash bin along with bad decisions and dead buyers.
Behind him, the surgeon hadn't shut up for more than ten seconds.
