"Sir, are you joking? And what exactly is fortune-telling?" The slightly plump owner narrowed his eyes. He did not lash out at Shin, but his attitude had clearly changed.
Of course, he had not recognized Shin as the God of Time and Space who had recently thrown the world into chaos, even though they were standing face-to-face.
"I never joke with people who aren't my friends." Shin chuckled. "As for fortune-telling, you can think of it as something like divination."
The pirate world generally leaned toward Western culture, so they were naturally rather baffled by this distinctly Eastern form of divination.
"Sir." The owner's tone grew firmer. "I don't think this joke is funny. Besides, I've never believed in things like divination."
"Great proletarian." Shin laughed softly, his words carrying hidden meaning. Naturally, the owner could not understand what the phrase truly meant.
"Nothing is absolute. From what I can see, your luck today is probably quite poor." Shin leaned back in his chair and shrugged.
The owner snorted. "Of course it is. How could my luck possibly be good after running into someone trying to dine and dash?"
"No, no, no." Shin shook a finger. "That's not what I mean. In fact, meeting me means your luck has exploded. Otherwise, you wouldn't even have a sliver of hope left. Your glabella is dark, your eyes are unfocused, and there's especially a cloud of gloom hanging between your brows. That's an omen of great misfortune."
Shin rose to his feet with a smile, while the owner silently clenched his fists. Anyone would be furious at hearing such words said to their face. The fact that he had not punched Shin already showed considerable restraint.
"Did you come here specifically to wreck my place?" the slightly plump owner asked in a