Inside, a boy about my age stood, his posture stiff, clearly nervous. His auburn hair was damp with sweat, on the table between us lay his student card.
"You're here for the spear," I said casually, taking the seat opposite him.
"Yes," he replied quickly, eyes darting toward the storage ring on my finger. "I…I heard you listed it, and I wanted to purchase before anyone else could."
I studied him for a moment. His eagerness confirmed my suspicion—this wasn't a luxury for him, it was desperation.
"100,000 points," I said firmly.
His face paled. "T-that's… that's my monthly allowance."
I leaned back, expression unreadable. "Then perhaps it isn't for you."
Panic flickered in his eyes. "Wait! I... I need it. Please. I'll pay. But I've used some of my points already. I only have 99,250. Is that acceptable?"
I sighed, before saying. "Fine. 99,000 it is. I will leave you with 250 points, you need them to survive."
