Leo still stood amidst the carnage with his eyes still locked into nothingness. To everyone else he was still like a statue, but inside his mind, he was standing in a cathedral of avarice.
[Welcome to the Shop, Master,]
Aiva purred, her voice echoing in the vast space.
[You have 8000 Gold. Try not to look so poor in front of the merchandise. It's embarrassing.]
The System Shop interface didn't just appear as a scrollable list. It manifested as a grand sequence of tiles in the air that stretched infinitely in all directions.
Mountains of artefacts, pills, clothes, weapons made of dragon bone, armour forged from starlight, and grimoires bound in demon skin floated on pedestals, each one pulsing with immense power.
Leo looked at the shop in front of him and scoffed, 'Poor?'
'8000 Gold is a fortune. I could buy a castle with this.'
[In the mortal world, perhaps. Here? You might not even be able to afford some doormats.]
