Seeing that the boy was still hesitating, she picked up a Spirit Pill and gently waved it before his eyes.
"See this? This is a Spirit Pill. Swallow it, and it will improve your physique and strengthen your Spirit Root. It is a shortcut to success, an opportunity to change your fate. Seize the opportunity and take hold of tomorrow!"
The clear, ethereal voice left the delinquent boy dazed.
The inexplicable girl put two round transparent lenses over her eyes, took out a sheet of white paper, licked the tip of her pen, leaned close to the page, and scribbled it full of crooked writing.
"Ah, I inherited the calligraphy—and the nearsightedness too."
Shaking her head as she grumbled, she turned the paper around and handed it to the boy.
"I just changed my mind. Others can make an oath as part of the deal, but you cannot, because you have no credibility whatsoever. You must sign and leave a fingerprint. Hurry, write your name and press your fingerprint, then you can obtain a treasure. Pick any one."
"Hurry and agree! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Spirit Pills and immortal artifacts, pick whatever you want! The chance to stand above the masses is right before your eyes!"
A drunkard next door was making a loud racket.
She glanced toward the neighboring room, then continued pouring sweet poison into the thick-skinned boy's ears, almost to the point of pinching his nose and force-feeding it down his throat.
"Are you still confused by the predicament before you?"
The drunkard next door shouted that he would eat several more people every day from now on.
"Seize this chance and take control of your fate. Today's purchase will be the beginning of your success!"
The drunkard gave a strange laugh and praised children as the most