But once she opened it, she was speechless.
As the 404 system states, this store does indeed sell everything.
Common ones include—
Matches, lighters, torches, flashlights, daggers, frying pans, etc.
The unusual ones are—
The skeleton of the spirit.
Flowers of the Underworld.
The Soul of the Contract.
The sword that kills gods.
Heart of God.
……wait.
There's really nothing you can't buy if you can imagine it.
However, apart from the torches that were lit and available for purchase, all of these items were black, and even the Godslayer Sword was locked.
Each item has a row of points below it.
The lowest is for matches: 20 points.
The highest infinity.
The player's total score is displayed in the upper right corner—
0.
Su Deng: "...Damn..."
Damn it!
If I need to bring up the panel, is that how I do it?
What's the difference between having this store and not having it?
Just as she was mentally cursing a thousand times, her words censored and vulgar, another message popped up in front of her.
[System Supplement: Shop items will become available based on player level. A base score of 100 is required. Players can earn points by completing side quests or hidden quests within the game to level up.]
As the notification appeared, the player's points balance in the upper right corner became 100.
Player profiles have been refreshed, with several new profiles added in addition to the ones listed above.
Total Player Points: 100
[Player Skills: None]
Player's weapon: None
Other features are not yet available.
Su Deng: "..."
She twitched the corner of her mouth. "Didn't you say I'm the chosen one? Don't I get any special treatment as the chosen one?"
[System Prompt: This system exists solely to record in-game data and has no independent consciousness. 404 errors are not exempt. Players, please enjoy your survival journey!]
Su Deng: "..."
She felt this system was very unreliable from the very beginning.
Now it seems there was indeed something wrong.
How can someone cling to someone who has given up on life, and even find joy in doing so?
Su Deng patted herself down, and when she found her phone, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.
I hope the phone is still there.
Looking at the pitch-black surroundings, she scoffed, waved her hand to close the system panel, and turned on her phone's flashlight.
The surroundings lit up instantly.
However, visibility is low.
The pungent smell of anti-inflammatory liquid, along with a mixture of bitter medicinal odors, indicated that this was a hospital room.
The space was very cramped, containing only a wooden bed with an iron frame, and the colorless bedding on the bed was scattered haphazardly.
Looking up, you can still see streaks of red blood on the white wall.
In this dark and gloomy environment, where only a cell phone flashlight is used, it feels particularly oppressive, eerie, and terrifying.
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