I had only left the scar cream on for less than half an hour, yet the visible wounds were gone, leaving behind faint marks that looked like they could easily be covered with concealer.
"Is this magic?!" I shouted at the system.
[Everything you buy from the system market is far more effective than human-world products, Host.]
[The higher the grade, the stronger the results.]
Ohhh … so that was what the little "Grade A" mark next to the scar cream was for.
The system then displayed the market on a hologram panel, showing that if I wanted to buy something, all I had to do was double-click it.
Unfortunately, the system didn't have cosmetics like makeup or skincare products.
Sighing, I dug through Helcia's makeup pouch instead, only to recoil instantly. "Ugh, seriously? This concealer expired two years ago! Gross!"
I dug deeper and pulled out a beauty blender that looked like it had been washed and reused a hundred times. It was stiff, cracked, and smelled faintly like mildew.
