Raven stared at the number again.
300,000 Divinity Points.
It didn’t matter how many tis he blinked—the zeroes still mocked him like they’d just robbed his imaginary bank account and left a sad cookie behind.
"...Windy," Raven typed, fingers trembling like a man about to sell his last kidney.
Windy, however, knew how high the amount was, so she had already guessed that Raven would be selling sothing, so she replied without delay.
Raven scratched his head, sighing like a man about to start a long story.
...
A silence descended across the screen.
Raven could see the silence.
Even Omnisect, who had been casually vibing on Raven’s arm with his spirit tether, went quiet.
"...You really just dropped that na like you were talking about a friend from algebra class," Omni murmured.
Her shock and doubt were clear from the chat.
There was another pause before Windy spoke again.
She was dubious.
’Understandable,’ Raven muttered.
No matter how friendly he and Windy were, so things were hard to believe.
For her, it would be easier to believe that he was a mortal (which he was) than to accept that he knew Grandpa.
Raven, however, was prepared for this reaction, so he sent a screenshot.
Raven sent her the screenshot of his friendliest that had Grandpa_Hot_Pot in it.
He didn’t think she wouldn’t believe him now.
Even Smoke had believed him with this.
Windy didn’t reply for a full minute before her ssage arrived.
Without waiting for even a second, Raven sent the item’s na.
Omni coughed. "Wait—hold up, for real? There was a crusty napkin?! Bro, I thought you were just ssin’!"
"...Why would I joke about it?" Raven muttered before he sent the description of the item to Windy.
...............
The Crusty Napkin of Dinsional Denial.
Type: Passive-Active Artifact
Origin: Crafted by Grandpa_Hot_Pot while crying over spilled soup.
Description: A napkin that absorbs dinsional interference. It can deny teleportation, dinsional slicing, or phasing for up to 3 seconds of anything you can see. It can also forcibly eject beings hiding between dinsions.
Limit: It cannot be used by mortals and cannot be used more than twice a day unless you offer it a really good soup.
Warning: Angering this napkin may attract Grandpa_Hot_Pot’s attention. Don’t be dumb.
...............
Soon, Windy’s response ca.
Raven’s lips quivered.
Tears tried to claw their way out.
But he held.
He was strong.
"...So I’m rich?"
Omni raised a brow. "Temporarily. The sa way a squirrel’s rich when it finds a golden acorn on a battlefield."
Fair point.
There was no way he would remain rich when he had a divinity-sucking sword stuck with him.
"Yo! Chill with the friendly fire, man. I ain’t the enemy here," Omni protested, reading Raven’s thoughts, but the guy ignored the sword.
Raven needed as many divine items as he could for his plans with this trade channel.
This trading interface wasn’t going to remain a place he rarely visited once he had enough divinity.
He had plans to make this place his divinity-farming ground.
For that, however, he needed more divine artifacts.
Windy, however, didn’t know that, so to her, it seed like Raven was doing that so that she wouldn’t have to use her divinity.
It was as if he was doing a favor for her.
’Huh?’ Raven frowned at that. ’For her?’
But it took him less than five seconds to realize what was happening.
"She’s misunderstanding my intentions," Raven muttered, "in a good way."
"Yo, hold up—don’t tell you’re gonna twist that misunderstanding to play her?!" Omni exclaid as if he really cared about Windy.
Raven, however, shrugged. "I’m not playing her. I’m just not clearing the misunderstanding."
There was a pause.
Windy seed to be thinking about sothing or searching for an item to send him, and soon her ssage ca.
Within a second, Raven received a notification.
Ding!
[Trade Confird with Windy_Wishbone.]
[Received:
- Resonant Core Fruit.
- Inheritance of the Hollow Veil.
- Wildheart Symbiot (Beast-Class).
- Magnetide Core Implant.
- Aegis-X NanoCore.
- Divine Relic: Prism Thread Veil.]
Looking at the last item, Raven opened its description.
[Prism Thread Veil:
A divine cloak woven from the threads of light by a lesser goddess of illusion, upgraded by Windy using an anchor shard from a fallen realm. It bends perception, confuses divine senses, and deflects attention from the user.
Condition: Only divine beings can use it.
Bonus: It has an internal pocket that always has snacks.
Rating: Very Cool.]
Raven blinked.
Then he reread it.
Then he collapsed backward on the bed, arms sprawled like a man struck by plot-twist lightning.
"...It has snacks."
Omni gasped. "Aight, I take back everything I was ’bout to say. This right here? This is peak divine drip, man. My sword soul’s out here cryin’ happy tears."
Raven held up the Prism Thread Veil like it was a holy relic.
"Snack cloak. Snack cloak," he whispered reverently.
"You need help," Omni muttered, though his tone agreed.
Still holding the cloak, Raven slowly turned his head to the system list—the five powerful items now part of his inventory.
Power to shake the earth.
Power to erase light.
Power to manipulate tal.
A symbiotic partner that could eat his enemies and give hugs.
An armor that evolved with his growth.
And a cloak with a snack pocket.
He wasn’t just overpowered now—he was stylishly overpowered.
"...Windy’s a legend," he said softly.
Omni smirked. "Bro, you’re about to make gods jealous."
Raven grinned.
"I’m okay with that."
Because from here on out?
Raven Vaise and his wasn’t just going to survive.
They were going to dominate.
However, Raven’s gaze was fixed on the screen as he needed to send the item now.
With a light click, the item was sent to Windy.
The trade was done, and Raven now had a god in his favor, but his eyes didn’t leave the interface.
He was waiting for sothing. Still.
"What you waitin’ on now, man?" Omni asked, his tone chill and curious.
"Wait and see," Raven replied, his eyes filled with expectation, and before Omni could ask anything else—
Ding!
[Special function of your trade system activated.]
[Calculating the refund...]
[A 300,000 plot points refund has been added to your plot points.]
"WHAT?!" Omni barked, his imaginary eyes flaring as he felt Raven’s divinity spike. "Yo, what the hell just happened, man?! That surge—where’d you pull that divinity from?!"
[Plot Points: 425,908.]
Raven, feeling giddy all over while looking at the plot points, replied to the sword. "That’s my trade system’s special function."
"Damn," Omni muttered, still reeling. "What’s next, it gives you a 50% cashback or sothin’?"
"How’d you know?" Raven turned to the sword, a brow raised. "That’s exactly what it does."
Omni deadpanned. "...For real?"
"Yeah," Raven nodded, closing the tab and stretching. "On every item I trade or sell, it gives 50% of its price as a cashback."
"Damn, that’s OP," Omni whistled low, clearly impressed. "But for real, you the only one rockin’ this power, or is this so feature everyone’s hidin’?"
Raven humd thoughtfully. "Well, I don’t think others have it because the system had said that everyone gets a random unique ability."
"Wait," Omni paused, his imaginary eyes narrowing a bit. "Doesn’t that an there could be soone out there with sothin’ even nastier than yours? Like, low-key sittin’ on a god-tier cheat code?"
"There could be," Raven nodded. "But that doesn’t concern . In the trade channel, everyone thinks of their profit."
"True that," Omni pulsed in acknowledgnt before silence fell in the room.
That was until Raven decided to jump off the bed, stretching again. "I guess I should call in another eting. Gotta give out the items that I bought."
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