Ideally, when given the choice, one should prioritize survival.
But had that been the case, then it would've been best if D-29 hadn't shown its Host the shopping cart.
Yes.
The shopping cart.
As in the virtual projection of a shopping basket that almost sent the money-grubber to the afterlife.
Luca froze completely.
Then, slowly, he began to crack.
Like a statue about to shatter, his expression stiffened in utter disbelief. It must have been so serious that the people around him grew concerned as he stared without moving at the list they couldn't yet see.
But maybe it was a reasonable reaction for a total that ended up being well over a million CP. Like well OVER.
That alone was enough to make anyone pause.
Now, it would have been understandable if the list were long.
But it wasn't.
D-29 barely had to scroll.
It just so happened that each item simply cost a fortune, and just looking at it made his mind spin.
How many chicken coops could he build with that amount?
