Strength Greater Than Concepts

In a classically decorated shop, the Red-Haired Ghost sat behind the counter, propping up his head with one hand and staring listlessly at some point in the void.

Suddenly, his eyelids lifted slightly. He tapped the table with his fingers and said lazily,

"Seal, there's a new order."

Seal, covered all over in long, thin fur and looking like a kiwi fruit, immediately rolled out from the corner. Bouncing along, it arrived before a machine that resembled a lottery dispenser.

Gurgle, gurgle~

After the machine spun several times, a gleaming green glass ball rolled out.

Wagging its tail, Seal picked it up, then heard the Red-Haired Ghost say,

"This time, you'll operate the Toy Manufacturing Machine and make the toy the customer ordered."

Seal excitedly turned to the Red-Haired Ghost.

"Really? Manager, thank you for trusting me! I'll definitely do this order properly!"

Just don't blow up my shop, idiot.

The Red-Haired Ghost grumbled inwardly.

Othinus's deception seemed not to have affected Seal at all. It was still as foolish and naive as when it had first arrived at the Ghost Graveyard, with no guard up against anyone.

When the Red-Haired Ghost tentatively suggested that Seal stay behind to work because Othinus had run off and the shop was short-handed, Seal readily agreed.

Growth and change seemed nonexistent in it. As for troubling matters, it forgot them as soon as it turned its head.

Because this thing was simply too dumb, the Red-Haired Ghost could not even be bothered to mock it anymore.

This dimensional world was an amusement park where numerous big shots came to play. The power those big shots possessed was enough to completely destroy the entire dimensional world.

As the saying went, battling others brought endless joy. PvP games were always more interesting and longer-lived than