"Seems like my future will be quite a busy time. I just want to relax, drink a cold can of beer, kick my feet up on a couch, and maybe smoke some marijuana."
"First of all, when have you ever done any of those things?" asked the shitty god. "Even when you were on vacation in your old life, I don't recall you doing any of that. Relaxing? Beer? Smoking? Hah!"
"...I mean, it's just an expression. You get the gist of what I'm trying to say though."
I was at a store and although I was speaking to myself, no one was questioning me because I had one earbud in my ear.
It was quite simply genius. Other people would just assume that I was on a call.
The store I was in, to say that you had to be rich just to even pass through the door would be an understatement.
Even rich people would have to cough up blood just to purchase a single item. Everything sold here were products of magical engineering which utilized runes, magical cores, monster materials, etc., to create.
