Chapter 70
Chapter 70
Just how much Fame had Park Chan-woo amassed? 'At least 1,000, right?' Dagon's heart raced. Odds were it was less than he'd hoped. Far too little to shop here. Even if he had enough, he might just pass on using the shop. Hence, the gamble. If Park Chan-woo skipped it, Dagon's performance would tank. 'If he buys nothing... it won't just tank. It'll be zero.' Tanking implied falling from a height. But he'd never climbed, so nothing to fall from. Zero sales. The second night was a festival for demon merchants. Failing to make sales here? He'd have no defense if they stripped his merchant license. "Take your time browsing, customer. Let me know if there's anything you need." So Dagon spoke with maximum courtesy. Park Chan-woo was a customer, but first and foremost, his contractor. Their exclusive contract was top secret. Here, they had to act like total strangers. No one was watching, but slip up and the contract could void for breach. Sepiro was capricious. Best to play it safe to survive him. "Not bad selection." Park Chan-woo replied casually, sizing up Dagon's demeanor. He was acting like it was their first meeting, too. Truth be told, they could've acknowledged each other. No other customers, no Creators watching. 'No one's watching. But caution never hurts.' In the Abyss, you tapped even solid bridges before crossing. 100% certainties didn't exist here. Park Chan-woo stroked his chin, scanning the shop. 'Around twenty items.' He hadn't expected Dagon to run a Fame Shop, but that explained the luxury lineup. Dagon must've handpicked most from Moon Lord Aheta's warehouse. 'Every shop has a few fixed staples.' That's what he'd come for, but there were more usable pieces than expected. Dagon had clearly curated for him. Dagon nodded at the praise. "Yes, every one a treasure. The Fame costs are high, but I guarantee they're worth more." Dagon's heart pounded as he spoke. Park Chan-woo was eyeing the goods. Which meant... 'C-could he actually afford to buy?' Someone who could shop at a Fame Shop. The cheapest of the twenty-odd items still cost 1,000 Fame. His mouth went dry. Even one purchase would rocket Dagon's sales to top ranks across all shops! He didn't need first place. Top three would do—kiss perpetual last place goodbye. "I'll take this one." Finally, Park Chan-woo pointed to an item on the wall. Dagon's eyes bulged. "Th-the Divine Trajectory... you're saying?" "Seems like solid armor, but no price listed. How much Fame?" Some items lacked prices. Not because they weren't for sale—because they figured no one could afford them. Treasures of treasures, minimum 3,000 Fame each. Divine Trajectory was one such. Not just solid—insanely good armor. Dagon stammered. "Th-three thousand five hundred." Park Chan-woo nodded at the price. "Fair price." "Pardon?" "I'll buy it." "Guh! R-really?" "Hold on." "......" Too short after all? Well, 3,500 was steep. Just a bold whim. Typical of his boiling whims. That's when it happened. Park Chan-woo pointed to another item opposite. "Throw in those gauntlets too." "The Ultimate Gauntlets... as well?" "Yeah. No price on those either." "...
Same, 3,500." "Buying those too." "Pardon...?" "Display only?" "N-no, it's not that..." Dagon couldn't tell if this was a dream or reality. Divine Trajectory, Ultimate Gauntlets. Both Legendary-grade relics. Together, a devastating 7,000 Fame. Enough to fart proudly in the Abyss. But the shocks didn't end there. "And finally, I'd like the Masterpiece Map too." "...
C-customer?" "Hm? What?" "The Masterpiece Map... requires 10,000 Fame..." "I know." "And you know the total comes to a whopping 17,000 Fame...?" "You think I'm an idiot? I can do basic math." Wait. Basic math? ...
No, no. Just flustered slip. Dagon shook his head clear. So. 'He calculated it and said that?' Did he really have 17,000 Fame? Dagon blinked. Common sense said... '...
Does that even make sense?'