Clone Girl lifted her foot and kicked away the gourd trying to cozy up to her. Her snow-white little foot sent it spinning as it flew back onto the shelf.
She grabbed a spirit fruit, tossed it playfully twice, tilted her head back, and swallowed it with a gulp.
"O sorrowful one destined to be here, anyone who comes to this shop is drawn by fate. There is mystery beyond words within it."
She drifted lightly down onto the top of the weapons shelf and sat there.
Her two fair little feet swung back and forth as her Phoenix Eyes glanced at the treasured sword that was acting strangely.
The young man had lost the shock and curiosity he had felt upon arriving. Now, nothing seemed interesting anymore. He was going to die anyway. Perhaps he would be buried on the little earthen slope he knew best from childhood, where he could see the road home, the bountiful fields, and his household.
Thinking of his mother, who had taken a car to come find him, his heart ached once more with despair and sorrow.
He casually raised an arm and wiped away his tears with his sleeve. To see such a wondrous illusion before dying was lucky enough.
He looked up at the little girl.
"Why is this illusion so real? Is it because I'm on the verge of death that I can see more?"
Who would have thought that would earn him a huge eye-roll?
Clone Girl shot the young man a sideways look as though he were an idiot.
"Open your eyes wide and look carefully. This is the Myriad Worlds General Store, not the netherworld under the Ghost Emperor's rule. And you aren't in your own world now, nor are you on Earth. This is a high-energy