After giving himself a bit of affirmation, Klein nodded. Just then, the Black Gem Dream he had ordered arrived.
It was a clear color, somewhat deeper than amber, with fine bubbles clinging to the walls of the glass. If not for the rich, distinctive aroma of coffee, it would have looked exactly like cola.
Klein casually accepted it and discovered that the coffee was served iced by default.
You couldn't tell from the outside. Was this cold brew, or was it made by mixing espresso... Oh, it could also have been made with an Extraordinary being's abilities.
The stream of thoughts popping up in his mind was completely wiped clean the moment the coffee entered his mouth, leaving behind nothing but utter shock.
This... this... this...
Klein's expression went completely blank.
Two seconds later, Klein moved the Black Gem Dream farther away, gave it a strange look, then brought it closer to smell it again.
A drink that looked like cola and tasted like cola...
Wasn't this fucking cola?
But the problem was, it smelled like coffee!
An intense sense of distortion enveloped Klein's heart. It was like smelling the fragrance of fried chicken but biting into watermelon, or smelling the sweet scent of toast but tasting Stinky Tofu in his mouth.
Both were clearly things that tasted good. Eating or smelling them separately would have been a wonderful experience, yet putting them together made him feel unbearably awkward. This thing actually sold, and sold this well?
The price was so high, and it was a drink he had never encountered before, so of course Klein had chosen the kind with the most returning customers.
Yet this experience was definitely not a pleasant one.
Wait, perhaps it did make sense?
Klein suddenly realized that he felt uncomfortable because, in his