YM778.TV Chapter 28: Chapter 28: SHOP
Where before only locked icons mocked him, three new sections pulsed with a faint light – "[Stars]", "[Inventory]", and "[Shop]".
Gone were the frustrating padlocks, replaced by a subtle hum that spoke of accessibility. His mind raced. Had his ordeal within the dImension tower not just boosted his power, but unlocked these previously locked features?A thrill shot through him.
Was this a reward, a way to further exploit the strange power coursing through him? Did the stars hold constellations of unknown power? Did the inventory hold treasures beyond his wildest dreams?
Did the shop offer forbidden arts and unimaginable weapons? David\'s fingers hovered over the glowing sections, a cocktail of curiosity and trepidation bubbling within him. This wasn\'t just a power boost; it was an entire hidden world waiting to be explored. With a deep breath, he tapped the "[Stars]" section, the screen shimmering as a new chapter of his adventure unfurled before him.
Stars: 0
The "[Stars]" section shimmered before David, a canvas of inky blackness dotted with… nothing. Zero stars. Disappointment gnawed at him, a bitter counterpoint to the thrill of his newfound power. What were these stars? Celestial keys to unimaginable power?
Currency in an unseen realm? The possibilities swirled in his mind, as frustrating as they were enticing. Frustration simmering, David flicked his mental gaze to the "[Inventory]" section.
Perhaps there, within the confines of his personal pocket dimension, lay answers. He visualized a treasure trove of untold riches, a testament to his trials and tribulations. With a silent command, the window pulsed, revealing its contents.
[Inventory: This storage space exists in a separate dimension, accessible only to its user. It allows for seamless storage and retrieval of items, regardless of size or weight. The inventory appears as a swirling vortex when summoned, with items neatly organized within its ethereal confines. Users can mentally command the inventory, instantly accessing weapons, supplies, or treasures. Its capacity is vast, limited only by the user\'s mana and mental focus]
[Items: 1]
[weapon: Frostfang.]
David stared into the inventory window, his jaw slack with disbelief. It was practically barren, a yawning emptiness mocking his expectations. The only glimmer amidst the void was Frostfang, his trusty dagger, gleaming with an icy sheen. It was a consolation prize, a "participation trophy" bestowed by the system upon defeating his first opponent.
A groan escaped his lips as he slumped back in his chair, the weight of disappointment a physical thing on his shoulders. But just as despair threatened to consume him, he remembered the final section - the Shop. With a flicker of hope that burned as bright as a dying ember, he mentally whispered, "Please be good!"
[Heros]
[weapons & Amour]
[potions]
[skills & techniques]
[system mart]
David\'s jaw dropped as the screen morphed, revealing not just three, but five sections – a veritable jackpot! A triumphant roar, a guttural "JACKPOT!" erupted from his throat, echoing through the vast hall. His eyes darted across the screen, landing on "[Skill & Technique]." As a former Earthly MMA black belt, this section held the key to honing his fighting edge.
With a mental nudge, the section unfolded, a cascade of skills and techniques exploding into view. Each name crackled with raw power – "Iron Fist," "Lightning Strike," "Whirlwind Defense." David\'s blood pumped, his eyes sparkling with a thrill that rivalled his brush with death in the tower.
Just as he was about to dive in, a harsh grating of metal on stone shattered the scene. A guard, clad in stoic chainmail, entered the chamber, his presence a jarring reminder of the world outside this digital haven. David, startled, forced his composure as the guard stood sentinel by the door.
A quick glance at the corner of the screen caught his attention – "[Balance: 0]." A cold sweat prickled his skin. Flat broke. He understood the meaning all too well. Then, his gaze fell on the first skill: "[Fire Monarch: 100,000 Dimension Coins]" – a price tag that felt like a slap in the face. Resignation threatened to engulf him, a curse bubbling on his lips, when a new window popped into existence.
"[Free Coupon: Buy One Skill/Technique]." David stared, disbelief battling with joy. Tears welled up in his eyes – not of despair, but of relief. This wasn\'t a complete con job after all! A silent thank you shot up to the heavens, or whatever entity controlled this strange system.
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David felt like a spelunker lost in a cavern of dazzling possibilities. An entire hour had vanished as he navigated the labyrinthine "[Skill & Technique]" section. Thankfully, a filter button emerged like a beacon in the digital darkness, guiding him through the maze.
He wasn\'t after a flashy, mana-guzzling technique. No, he needed something more strategic, a skill that would offer options when his internal wellspring ran dry. With a discerning click, he narrowed his search and his eyes landed on a title that sent shivers down his spine: "[Heaven Whispering Palm]."
A description unfurled before him, a tapestry woven with ancient lore and martial prowess. It spoke of a technique whispered through the ages, a gift bestowed by celestial beings themselves. The "[Heaven Whispering Palm]" was more than a fighting style; it was a dance with the very essence of the heavens. By harnessing the ethereal force known as Qi, honed through rigorous training, the practitioner became an extension of the cosmos.
Their movements flowed with the grace of celestial winds, each strike echoing with the power of distant stars and the serenity of cosmic oceans. To witness this technique in action was to witness a symphony of energy, a perfect balance of strength that could rend the air itself and the gentle touch of healing Qi.
David\'s breath caught in his throat. This wasn\'t just a technique; it was a promise - a promise of power, versatility, and a dance with the very fabric of existence. With a resolute nod, he claimed the "[Heaven Whispering Palm]" as his own. This was just the first step on his path to mastery, but it was a step imbued with the power of the heavens themselves.
David felt a surge of energy course through him, culminating in a blinding flash that engulfed his hand. Startled, the guard bolted towards him, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his sword.
"Young master! Are you alright? What in goddess name was that?" he barked, his voice tight with concern.
David, his heart hammering in his chest, fumbled to hide the ancient book that had materialized in the wake of the light show. "Ah, it… it was nothing," he stammered, a weak smile plastered on his face. "Just a little magic practice, seems I overdid it a bit."
The lie, as flimsy as a moth\'s wing, seemed to satisfy the guard. His eyes widened in awe. "Magic! You can wield magic, young master? That\'s incredible!"
David winced internally. He wasn\'t exactly wielding magic; he\'d more or less stumbled into a bizarre skill download. But seeing the guard\'s genuine excitement, a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. Playing along could be a good way to deflect questions and maybe even get some valuable intel.
"Indeed," he replied, puffing out his chest a little. "Perhaps I should test my newfound… abilities in the training grounds."
The guard, oblivious to David\'s internal monologue, beamed. "Excellent idea, young master! Nothing hones a fledgling mage\'s skills quite like sparring."
David mentally cursed his own quick thinking. Now he had to figure out how to "spar" with magic he barely understood, all while keeping the magical book hidden. But with a shrug and a playful grin, he said, "Lead the way, good sir. It\'s time to unleash this newfound magic!" David followed the guard, his mind racing with a mix of excitement and fear. This unexpected detour to the training grounds could be a disaster, or it could be the perfect opportunity to test his strength against this new world.