But it all came down to what he could afford to lose.
What would it be?
What did he want exactly?
"I..."
"I want strength... strength enough to dominate the world," Cisa finished, and the shop seemed to grow much quieter than before.
Sword Demon paused what he was doing. Nephem wore a small smile, while only Void seemed unfazed as he continued sleeping.
"Interesting choice," Nephem grinned as the scales lit up with golden light. On one side, a small marble appeared.
"Strength enough to dominate the world can come in many forms, Mr. Cisa," Nephem said calmly as his finger tapped on the table.
"For example, you can be given a world-ending mecha. Or, better yet, you can be given a bloodline capable of that, though it would still need to grow. You can also awaken as a warrior with a terrifying physique... or a mage."
"The possibilities are infinite, yet each comes with different requirements for the exchange. So, make a specific request, or do you want us to decide for you?"
