The next day.
It wasn’t very early in the morning, but it wasn’t late.
The early morning sun filtered through the window of his room as he lay on his bed, basking in it.
After a long, peaceful sleep last night, Raven could feel his body as good as new.
"Peaceful?" Omni scoffed in his head. "Bro, you forget ’bout Siris sneakin’ into your bed like she was tryna play house?"
’...Well, if we ignore that one thing, then it was a peaceful night,’ Raven replied before stretching on the bed.
His body was still stiff after the sparring he had done a while ago.
Jake, Alex, and Rufus had asked for short sparring because they wanted to compare whose techniques without any mana involved were the best.
It had started with a sparring match with Jake, which had sohow beco a wrestling match with Alex, which had then turned into a chess competition with Rufus.
While all of this was going on, it had sohow involved squirrels placing bets and Siris throwing knives from the sidelines "for motivation."
Now, with all that done, he was ready to get so rest again.
But before he could even close his eyes.
Ding!
His eyelid twitched. Slowly, painfully, he opened his status screen.
[New ssage: Grandpa_Hot_Pot]
Raven stared at it.
"...Maybe I should sleep so more before talking to the guy?" Raven muttered to himself.
But then, realizing that the old man must’ve already seen him online, he opened the chat with a defeated sigh.
As Raven looked at the ssage history, he couldn’t see anything other than deleted ssages, and there were a lot of them.
"Man, is this Grandpa a tsundere or what?" Omni’s voice echoed from the tattoo on his hand. "Out here deleting ssages like he caught you texting your ex—like, bro, chill, you ain’t even read it yet!"
"You tell ," Raven exhaled, not much affected by anything that Grandpa does. "But I feel that I shouldn’t ask him why he does that. For my own good."
Then he started typing his reply to Grandpa.
Raven lied again.
He hadn’t noticed it, but now, he didn’t even flinch while lying to the Grandpa.
There was a ti when he used to wonder whether his lies would be caught and he would be smitten by the Grandpa.
He sure was making progress, even if it was in the art of lying.
Staring at the ssages, Raven paused.
’Kill my disciple?’ He raised a brow. ’I don’t have one in the first place.’
"Yeah, yeah," Omni muttered, reading his thoughts. "Go on then—say you’re gonna kill your own damn disciple. Real ntor-of-the-year energy right there."
"No," Raven shook his head, still lying on the bed. "I don’t want to lie about my thoughts."
"Bruh..." Omni deadpanned, as this was the sa guy who had lied about having a disciple.
Now, he was saying that he didn’t want to lie.
But seeing Raven smirking, he realized that he was speaking nonsense. He didn’t give a shit about anything as long as he could end this chat, so he agreed to Grandpa’s suggestion.
Grandpa replied without a second’s delay.
"Man, this chat is turning weird," Raven sighed, sending a reply.
Then, he closed the chat and opened the notification tab.
There were two things in there he still hadn’t checked.
They were the other two functions he had unlocked.
[New Function Available: Divine Trade Auctions.]
[New Function Available: Talk To .]
"Yo, that second one lookin’ real shady, man," Omni chid in before Raven could pick. "I’m just sayin’, maybe don’t open till you’ve had a little divine PTSD cooldown, you know?"
Raven shook his head, but he took Omni’s advice, focusing on the first function.
It was pretty simple. He didn’t even need to check its description to tell that.
Honestly, Raven was excited to see what things it could help him achieve—so much so that he decided to open it right now and check it.
[Welco to the Divine Trade Auctions.]
Another notification appeared before him.
[Please input the item you would like to put in the auction and the minimum prices you would like to set.]
[As this is your first ti in the Auction, you won’t be charged, but next ti onwards, the auction house will take a cut of five percent from the selling price.]
[If the item isn’t sold, then the auction house would require you to pay two percent of the minimum set price (excluding the first chance).]
"This isn’t bad..." Raven muttered.
Instead of going around looking for people to sell items to, Raven could sell them here and get the sa, or in so cases, better results.
Yes, there was a chance that the item wouldn’t be sold and he would incur losses, but he would never keep the prices high.
After all, no matter what price he sells the item at, he would get fifty percent of its true worth in return.
A sound from the outside pulled his attention away from the channel as he heard Clara yelling at Rufus for using a squirrel as a boorang.
He paused for a second before he muttered, "Why is my life like this?"
Before he could return to the auction channel, he decided to reply to Grandpa, whose ssages had been there for a few seconds.
The mont that ssage ca, Raven paused, his expression shifting from relaxed and tired to horrified.
’Wait, is this a test?’
That was the first question that ca to his mind.
Did Grandpa find out that he had sold one of his items, and now he was asking that question to see if he would be honest, or was Grandpa genuinely asking that?
Raven couldn’t tell, and for a second, he didn’t know what to do.
"I vote truth, bro," Omni snickered, sensing disaster ahead. "Didn’t you say you weren’t into lying? C’mon, walk the talk, Mr. Honesty."
Raven rubbed his forehead, staring out of the window, only to see a squirrel parachuting down past his window holding a tiny war banner that read: ACORNIA FOREVER.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Sure," he muttered. "Why not? Let’s go with the truth."
After that, he waited.
He waited more.
Finally, Grandpa replied.
The mont Raven saw that ssage, he paused, his eyes widened.
’Windy!’
That was in Windy’s hand, and he was the one who had sold it to her.
If sothing happened to her because of it, then Raven would be the one to bla.
’If Windy was hurt... because of ...’
Without thinking anything, he fired off a rapid series of panicked ssages.
There was another pause from Grandpa’s side before a ssage arrived.
That was all Grandpa said, and Raven, despite not being before the god or even seeing him, felt a strange chill run down his spine.
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