ushernet CHAPTER 90: Shopping Spree
CHAPTER 90: Shopping Spree
As Daisuke browsed through the prices for magic bags in the General Store, his mental depiction of Wallet-kun shifted drastically. Now, she appeared as a frail, withered old woman on the verge of fading away into oblivion.
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[Agate Magic Bag] - $50,000 Gold | Owned: 0
[Utilizing the rudimentary principles of alchemy and runesmithing, a small pocket of space-time has been intricately woven into this satchel.
Items can be stowed or retrieved through a mere exertion of will, and the satchel can be encrypted or locked by infusing it with mana. However, this security measure can be easily unraveled by someone with greater mana than the designated owner.]
Available Slots: 10
Weight Capacity: 4,000lbs/1,814kg
Special Effects: None]
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[Jasper Magic Bag] - $200,000 Gold | Owned: 0
[Utilizing the rudimentary principles of alchemy and runesmithing, a small pocket of space-time has been intricately woven into this satchel.
Items can be stowed or retrieved through a mere exertion of will, and the satchel can be encrypted or locked by infusing it with mana. However, this security measure can be easily unraveled by someone with greater mana than the designated owner.]
Available Slots: 40
Weight Capacity: 6,000lbs/2,722kg
Special Effects: Slows internal time by 9.09%]
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[Citrine Magic Bag] - $400,000 Gold | Owned: 0
[…]
Available Slots: 70
Weight Capacity: 9,000lbs/4,082kg
Special Effects: Slows internal time by 18.18%]
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[Amethyst Magic Bag] - $800,000 Gold | Owned: 0
[…]
Available Slots: 100
Weight Capacity: 13,500lbs/6,124kg
Special Effects: Slows internal time by 27.27%]
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[Garnet Magic Bag] - $1,600,000 Gold | Owned: 0
[…]
Available Slots: 130
Weight Capacity: 20,250lbs/9,185kg
Special Effects: Slows internal time by 36.36%]
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Daisuke’s soul was just about ready to depart from his mouth by the time he reached the bottom of the list. he thought incredulously. He exclaimed before taking a deep, calming breath.
he reassured himself.
Shifting his focus, Daisuke navigated to a different category of items and sifted through the listings until his gaze settled on a robust tent with enough room to comfortably accommodate three people. With a decisive nod, he added it to his cart before proceeding to replace all the cooking equipment and ingredients he had generously gifted to the Beastfolk at Elmridge.
After selecting a small makeshift table, several pots, utensils, an array of seasonings, and parting with 145 gold, Daisuke emerged from the store with his purchases in tow. Then, with purposeful strides, he set off towards his next destination.
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A weathered wooden sign hung proudly above the entrance of the blacksmith’s store, depicting an intricately forged hammer and anvil against a backdrop of swirling flames. The sign bore the unmistakable marks of countless years, its once-vibrant colors faded to a rustic patina by the passage of time.
“It took only two months, but I’m finally here,” muttered Daisuke.
Upon stepping inside, the atmosphere shifted from the bustling streets of a large town to an enchanting realm of craftsmanship and industry. The interior of the shop was dimly lit, illuminated primarily by the flickering glow of the forge at the back. The air was heavy with the scent of burning coal and heated metal, mingling with the sharp tang of oil and sweat.
Rows of gleaming weapons and armor adorned the walls, each piece a testament to the skill and dedication of the blacksmith. Swords, axes, and shields stood proudly on display, their polished surfaces reflecting the dancing flames of the forge. The rhythmic clang of metal on metal echoed throughout the shore, punctuated by the occasional hiss of steam as a freshly forged weapon was plunged into a quenching trough.
At the center of the workshop stood the blacksmith’s anvil, its surface scarred and pitted from years of use. Behind it, a burly figure clad in a leather apron and soot-stained attire worked tirelessly, hammer in hand, shaping molten metal into works of artistry and utility.
“Welcome,” the man grunted, his hammer striking the metal in a preci
The man regarded the materials once more, his fingers tracing thoughtfully through his beard. “My recommendation is to visit the capital,” he suggested. “There, you’ll find blacksmiths with the expertise to handle materials of this caliber.”
Daisuke crossed his arms and tiled his head in contemplation.
He sighed inwardly, weighing his options.
Daisuke reflected.