The moment he saw the notification, his eyes brightened once more. His junior sister barely reacted. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him shift from despair to sudden excitement in the blink of an eye. She was long used to his strange behavior, used to him producing unfamiliar items out of nowhere, used to his emotions swinging without warning.
Exhaustion finally caught up with her, and she slumped to the ground, pressing a hand to her pounding head as she tried to rest.
Meanwhile, "The Rogue Blender" wasted no time and opened the message.
[Merchant #841273: Hello. I just read your message and found your world very intriguing. I understand your current situation. However, as a merchant, I cannot offer my products at a reduced price…]
Seeing this, "The Rouge Blender's" eyes dimmed once more, and his shoulders slumped as if his spirit had already left his body. His heart felt icy, a chill that made it hard to read further. But what had he really expected?
