Raven took a breath, steadying the giddy tremor in his hands as the squirrel fanned him with renewed vigor, sensing something monumental was about to begin.
He opened his system again, this time tapping on the second name blinking at him:
[Smoke_Trader: 4 messages]
Click.
Four previous messages lined the screen:
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Smoke_Trader:
Hey, hey, hey, man! Do you want the 12 Flaming Chicken Skewers of Apocalypse again?
Or maybe the Pill of Hair Regrowth +10? For resale, of course.
What about the "Absolute Weapon" package? One use only. Big boom. Minor god discount.
… I also got some spicy goddess images from a falling shrine. Mostly untouched.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Raven sighed. "He would never change, I guess."
He was the god who would send him messages like internet adds.
'Want free, single goddesses to talk to? You are in the right place, message me for more information.'
'Want to eat something tasty? You know who to contact (me, of course).'
