Poor Customer Against a Reluctant Seller

After witnessing the two areas, I walked towards the somewhat secluded central area to catch a clue. Although people were still clustered around the inscription, many were rapidly moving out of the shield.

The inscription was not my destination; I set my sights on the buildings with sales counters in front of them. These shops were like small stands set up on the coast in summer towns. It was surrounded on three sides by wooden walls, with one side half closed and the top side open for sales.

It was impossible to get into them. When I came in front of a randomly chosen shop, I was surprised to be greeted by someone just like me.

"Welcome to the Weapon Shop, the sinner!"

As if what was going on was not enough, now this salesman was again hitting me in the fact that I had fallen into Hell. 'Oh, a glass of raki, this was the only alcohol I could drink completely in my whole life...'

After my nerves flared, I had to utter a few words of lamentation; of course, I didn't have a chance to be too brave by the fear of eight hours of torment.

"I want to buy a gun to kill the Fallen. Is there something like a catalog?"

As I finished to my words, three weapons appeared in the air: the stick, the bow, and a short staff with a pale blue stone on it. Contrary to their structure, these primitive tools, which were almost unappealing and made of wood, were floating on air, a company of bright lights.

"100 gold each; I advise you to choose the one that suits your talent, sinner!"

"A hundred gold? Come on, those are the piece of woods, and what's up with these currencies?"

The words came out of my mouth involuntarily, and I lost my composure in my surprise and shouted towards the person behind the counter.

"Shut up, the sinner! The shop has been banned from you for a week!"

After the seller made a long sentence with his piercing gaze, the sales stand that had just stood in place would vanish in an instant. I think he didn't like what I did, and he was taking revenge by banning me from the shop, which I realized was still in place when I looked at the crowd standing around.

There was no need for enthusiasm; I had to try my luck at others. I was going to learn from this incident on my way to the remaining four shops. I was not visiting the mall, and the person in front of me was not a store employee. If I ignored my actions, maybe worse things could happen to me.

"The Market welcomes you, Mr. Sinner!"

There was another person in front of me this time, but this officer's voice and words seemed to come out softer.

"Hello sir, can I get information about the contents of the shop?"

"Of course!"

He replied with a smile and waved his hand in the air, causing many bottles to start flying; the attendant, unlike the last place, the variety of products here was greater.

"Mr. Sinner, bottles with red liquid inside are for regenerating life force, and blue liquid ones are for restoring magic power!"

I immediately focused my gaze on the tubes mentioned. As I understand very clearly, these potions, which have two sizes, are the versions of the pots in the games.

"The small ones are 20 gold, the big ones are 35 gold!"

The price was exorbitant again, but this time I had to think twice before opening my mouth; I put a sincere smile on my face and started talking.

"Sir, is it possible for me to inquire about its effects?"

"Of course!"

I think the officers use this pattern when they positively answer the questions.

"Smalls regenerate 10 percent of the total stats, and big ones up to 20 percent!"

The units and terms were always determined in a way that I could understand, although this subject interested me from the beginning, after visiting two shops, I was utterly sure; I think The Creator was merciful to us because we were on the First floor of Hell.

"Besides, there are two types of bags in our shop, small and large. You will have to use it when your pockets can no longer hold your supplies!"

While running around in a hurry, I missed the most critical issue, what was I wearing right now? After ten seconds, I sighed deeply and realized that a two-piece outfit covered my body.

My clothes were loose, short-legged trousers made of broadcloth and a long-sleeved collarless cardigan. Both were basic as if they were only meant for cover.

The trousers had two pockets on the right and left, other than that, there were no details on the clothes. When I was done with myself, I felt the need to look after other people; although I didn't realize it before, I would see that everyone's clothes were the same regardless of gender.

"Speaking of all this gold, if you want to exchange your money for easy transportation, it is enough to come to me again!"

The clerk, who didn't mind my strange behavior and humor, conveyed the last feature of the shop to me; this time, I was going to ask the question that came to my mind without waiting.

"Sir, are there other currencies other than gold? If you don't mind, can you tell me about their order?

"Of course!

"The smallest currency is copper, 100 copper equals one silver, 100 silver equals one gold, 100 gold equals one pearl."

"I can't give you more information as our shop's cashback limit ends here, sinful!"

Every time an officer has called me a sinner, I get angry; Ok, I understand, I made a mistake, I fell into Hell, but as if that wasn't enough, it started to bother me that the people in charge used that word often.

Right now, I had no choice but to swallow my anger and leave, and I wanted to finish the quick tour of the three remaining shops. If I spent time like this anywhere, I could be the victim of eight hours of torment that was unknown when.

Although I don't know exactly, I felt like I spent about two hours on this job. Half of the crowd had perished, but almost all of the people like me who saw this were now gathered in front of the inscription and the shops around it.

I was able to force my way through the small buildings, and when I finally stopped by all of them, I threw myself into a quiet place. I had to digest and understand what I had learned.

There were five shops in total, two of which were called Markets, from where I could procure bags for pots and supplies. There was one place with three types of weapons and another shop with three types of armor.

If I wasn't blown away by the price of armors separated into fabric, leather, and metal, it's because I'm afraid I won't be able to use it for a week. A slightly smoother fabric robe than the one on the bottom cost 150 gold.

After hearing this, I didn't even ask about the leather and metal ones; I knew myself, if I said two more words, it would mess up.

The last stall I stopped at was called the Talent House, selling techniques we sinners would use to destroy the Fallen.

As you can imagine, what I said was the officer's description of the shop; the price of one of the three skill books they had was 500 gold. I had fled to my current seat without even looking at the books he said were for archery, martial arts, and sorcery.

I was figuring out what kind of trap I had fallen into. I couldn't buy products from the sellers; my only option was to attack with my bare hands, like the people I had witnessed tortured and destroyed.