Chapter 2: First Blood, First Coin
"...That little green bastard sold me a cosplay prop."
The blade sat on the floor where he left it. Still chipped. Still fake. Frank hadn’t touched it in over an hour.
The light above him flickered again. Then steadied. Then flickered twice, like it couldn’t make up its mind. His eyes stayed locked on the system window hovering in front of him. The glow hadn’t faded. Not even once.
He rubbed his face. His hands were cold.
"Of course it’s a scam," he muttered. "What did I expect—free gear and god-tier loot?"
The system didn’t answer. It just waited.
He tapped the air. Tabs unfolded one by one. [STORE], [INVENTORY], [TRADE LOG], and a new one—[CREATE SHOP]—lit up gold at the bottom.
He clicked it.
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A message appeared in smooth, serif font.
▌Create Dimensional Shop