The First Store System

“Eh!” Carlos exclaimed in surprise as he noticed a large gate with several patterns standing in front of him. He was here earlier, and there was no such gate.

The gate was black in color, with the handles being painted in silver. A mural was spread across one side, while the other side held patterns unfamiliar to Carlos.

The gate spanned tens of meters with almost a hundred-meter in height. Carlos could feel a sense of antiquity from it.

Carlos looked at the mural in surprise since it showed his journey over the past sixteen years about how he met the stall owner and then his massacre of people with a similar appearance as his children.

Carlos took a step forward and touched it. He could even sense antiquity from the murals, but it didn’t make sense to him since how could an event that started just sixteen years ago be considered antiquity.

Carlos wanted to know what was beyond the gate, so he attempted to push the gate, but no matter how much strength he used, it didn’t budge.

Carlos suddenly had an inspiration. Since the restrictions on Carlos had disappeared, he floated and came face to face with the silver-painted handles.

Carlos then pushed the handle. The next moment, his eyes shined, seeing the door opening. At the same time, a sound of a door opening after countless years echoed in the area.

Carlos couldn’t help but amaze in surprise, seeing the thickness of the door. He finally understood why he couldn’t budge it.

The door’s thickness was even larger than its height, making the door weird and extravagant. Even Carlos felt a pang in his heart, thinking of the amount used in its making.

Finally, the door’s thickness ended as the scene beyond the gate presented itself to Carlos.

Carlos exclaimed in surprise since the scene beyond the gate looked to be the same scenery of the market he had just left in search of the stall owner.

But then his surprise disappeared as he sensed visible changes in this market. The number of people here was less, and they looked more powerful.

‘Is this the next city I have to cross,’ Carlos thought since he could only think of it as the reason behind another city beyond the gate.

Carlos couldn’t see the faces of the people in the market since their faces were blurred as if an invisible power was making Carlos unable to see them unless he set foot in the city.

Carlos then decided to set foot in the city since he felt that the gate had appeared after he completed the mission, and there was no point in wasting time here. He believed that he had nothing to gain from here.

Even though the door’s thickness was around a hundred meters, still when Carlos entered it, he found himself in the city as if the thickness was an illusion all along.

Carlos then turned back only to see that there was no gate but the market where people were happily conversing and shopping for different materials.

Just like in the last city, Carlos found the language spoken here to be familiar. It was Foranot, one of the several dialects spoken by the members of the race Dorora.

After a few steps, Carlos came to a sudden halt. He felt his blood evaporating and his eyes turning red from rage as a few stalls away from him, Carlos found a familiar figure.

The figure was none other than the person Carlos hated the most, the stall owner, who gave him the mission to bring him a million beating hearts.

The stall owner was also looking around since there appeared to be no customer interested in what he sold, so he found Carlos looking at him with red eyes.

Unfazed by Carlos’s reaction, the stall owner excitedly waved his hands and called Carlos.

Carlos, in anger, took a step forward since he still had his incomplete vow to kill the stall owner, but when he reached the stall, his hands automatically came to a stop.

His body froze, and soon it started trembling. His breathing became ragged as he found something tempting in the products spread across the stall.

“What…what is it?” Carlos’s speech trembled as he asked the stall owner while pointing at the product tempting him to take it in his hands.

“Did you like the 1st Gradient Lotus?” The stall owner ignored Carlos’s excitement and smilingly asked. “Hmm, your bloodline seems to be purer than our last encounter, so I guess it worked,” The stall owner then muttered.

“WAIT, DID YOU just say that my bloodline had become purer?” Carlos heard the muttering of the stall owner. At first, he lost his composure in excitement and became loud, but he returned to normal as he spoke.

At the same time, he felt horrified by the stall owner. From the start, the stall owner looked nothing more than an ordinary Immortal, and that was why he had vowed to kill him. But now that he heard the stall owner, his worldview changed since someone who could sense the purity of the bloodline just by a look couldn’t be someone he could defeat.

Time flew by.

“What’s this?” Carlos asked again, pointing at the product after their conversation about his bloodline came to an end.

“Do you like it?” A smile spread across the stall owner’s face as he asked.

The smile sent shivers down Carlos’s spine as he found the scene too familiar to forget. The memory of the mission and the killings with a pang of guilt attacking him appeared in his mind as his face turned somber. He could feel that someone just like the previous quest was coming his way, and he wouldn’t be able to refuse just like the last time.

Carlos nodded, unable to hide the somber look on his face.

The smile on the stall owner’s face turned wider. At that moment, the stall owner looked nothing less than a devil in Carlos’s eyes.

“It is the 2nd Gradient Peach. Do you want it?” The stall owner smilingly introduced the product to Carlos.

‘Here it comes,’ Carlos thought in his heart and nodded in response to the stall owner’s question.

Carlos wanted nothing more than to shake his head and refuse at that moment, but the temptation turned out to be stronger than his willpower, so he could only nod his head.