Chapter 5: The grand opening of Ragnar’s Emporium of High-Tier Loot and Certain Death!
Ragnar Vhagar, Demon King of Aethelburg Sector 7, stared at the glowing screen of his phone.
He now had a grand total of 30 BP. In the desolate, new world he found himself in, these points felt like the only currency that mattered.
They were his seed money, his startup capital for the grand enterprise of not dying horribly.
"Thirty points," he murmured, a grim smile playing on his lips. "Enough to buy a whole lot of nothing, probably."
His minions, the dozen goblins and ten kobolds, were still acting like a pack of feral children who’d just discovered sugar.
The goblins had successfully claimed the potato chip bag and were now licking the salty dust from the inside with a disturbing level of focus.
It was not going well.
"Right. Focus," Ragnar told himself, shaking his head to clear the image of spinning, failing kobolds from his mind.
He tapped on the Demon King System app and navigated to the status page.
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