It Went Viral!

"Finally, it was over~~~"

Completely spent, Lulina lay sprawled over the counter, looking drained and pale as she spoke weakly.

"Ko~ ko~ ko~ heh ヘ(´ｏ｀)ヘ"

Gastly looked just as exhausted, barely able to float anymore. He had used Psychic far more times today than during training. For the first time, he desperately wanted to evolve. That way, he would have hands and would not need to rely on Psychic anymore.

"Yeah. I never expected so many people."

Blake was equally worn out. The stock he had prepared over half a year had been cleared out in a single day. Even the pearl necklaces and bracelets had been snapped up by the end. He was probably the only shop owner to sell out on opening day. Thankfully, the other shop owners here were all acquaintances. Otherwise, some jealous owner might have stabbed him.

"You've all worked hard. Come eat something."

Anna came over carrying a stack of boxed meals and handed them out one by one. The people Sam had brought were also sprawled all over the floor in exhaustion. They accepted the meals with difficulty and gave simple thanks, but no one started eating. They were simply too tired to have any appetite.

"I feel like I can just close up now. I won't be able to restock anytime soon."

Blake accepted the meal and thanked her. Then he looked over at the counters, which were completely empty aside from the non-sale collectibles. To fill them again, he feared it would take at least two or three months. And that would only be enough to fill the display counters; rebuilding his reserve stock might take an entire year.

"Hahahaha, today was different. After all, most of the people were invited by Chairman Rose. They were all famous Trainers, well-known merchants, and the like. They knew quality when they saw it. But once the visitors are mainly tourists, there generally won't be this many people."

At that moment, a voice came from outside. Kitagawa walked in carrying a briefcase and smiled at Blake.

"You are... ah, right. You're the gentleman who wanted one of every type of charm."

Blake thought for a moment. His memory had improved quite a bit after transmigrating. After thinking carefully, he remembered what Kitagawa looked like, especially since the man had asked a few extra questions at the time.

"Hahahaha, Mr. Blake, you really do have an excellent memory. Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Kitagawa. Here is my business card."

Kitagawa smiled. He had not expected Blake to remember him. Still, someone capable of making such items was naturally no ordinary person.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Kitagawa."

Blake accepted the card with both hands. There was not much information on it, but every detail was valuable: Kitagawa — Deputy Director of Human Resources Security, Macro Cosmos — Tel: XXXX-XXXX.

"Macro Cosmos?"

Blake spoke in surprise. Wasn't that Rose's company? It could even be said that the group was essentially the Galar League Guild, considering Rose had practically supported the construction of the entire Galar League single-handedly.

"Yes, I work for Macro Cosmos. Of course, don't let what's written there fool you. I'm really just a miserable employee. The title only sounds impressive."

Kitagawa said with a smile.

"Alright, Mr. Kitagawa. May I ask what you wanted to buy? As you can see, everything here aside from the non-sale items has already sold out."

"Ko heh, ko heh."

Blake looked at Kitagawa, while Gastly chimed in from the side.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not here to buy anything. I came because the things you sell are quite rare. If you run into any problems, you can call me. My authority may be limited, but I can still help out a little."

Kitagawa realized Blake had misunderstood and hurriedly explained.

"Then thank you very much, Mr. Kitagawa. Sorry, but I don't have any gift to offer you at the moment."

Blake said somewhat awkwardly.

"Hahahaha, it's fine, it's fine. I was the one who came uninvited. How about this? Do you all have time tonight? May I treat everyone to a meal at the resort hotel?"

Kitagawa took the opportunity to ask.

"Wouldn't that be too much trouble?"

Blake looked at Kitagawa hesitantly. He did not really want to get involved with a corporation. His family's money was enough for him to live carefree for dozens of lifetimes. Opening this shop was purely for fun, and with his family's traditional line of business, he did not want to take on any other work—especially anything involving companies or conglomerates. He could not help it; the shadow of his previous life was too deep.

"Ahahaha, my mistake, my mistake. I forgot how hard everyone has worked today. Then another day—another day, please do me the honor of attending a banquet. I won't disturb you any further today."

As an excellent corporate employee, Kitagawa was quite perceptive. He saw Blake's hesitation at once, laughed it off, made an excuse, and prepared to leave.

"Alright. I'm sorry, we really are a little tired today. Maybe next time."

Kitagawa was being so polite that Blake could not possibly be rude. After all, the man had done nothing wrong, and he might even be someone Blake would need help from in the future. As the saying went, one did not strike a smiling face. Blake immediately stepped out from behind the counter to see him off.

"Hahaha, next time, next time. If anything comes up, be sure to contact me. Believe me, at least here in Hulbury, I can still barely get a few words in."

Kitagawa walked with Blake to the entrance and whispered into his ear. After speaking, he patted Blake's hand, declined Blake's offer to escort him farther, and left with a smile.

"He seems like a decent person. Or rather, someone who really knows how to conduct himself."

Sam came over and spoke. He was worried Blake might say something inappropriate, since the other man was from Macro Cosmos. In Galar, people from that group were not easy to offend.

"Yeah. Even if he says that, a deputy director position at Macro Cosmos is not something just anyone can get. He definitely isn't ordinary. Still, I probably don't need to worry too much. I imagine he wants to work with me. After all, my goods count as local specialties, don't they?"

Blake said with a smile.

"Hahahahaha, that's true. Other than seafood and fresh catches, your family is definitely Hulbury's greatest specialty. Oh, and you should confirm that business card with Ms. Haisewai later, just in case. You don't want someone using another person's name to swindle people."

Sam still said worriedly.

"Don't worry, Uncle Sam. I'm very cautious."

Blake smiled. The two returned to the shop, where everyone had gradually begun eating. Blake was about to start as well, but when he reached his seat and opened his meal box, the cold leftovers inside left him stunned.

"Burp—ko heh—(*￣ω￣) I ate it."

Gastly, now a whole size rounder, floated past Blake. He let out a satisfied burp and casually spat out a chicken leg bone that had been picked completely clean.

"Gastly!!!"

If Blake still did not know who had done it, he might as well quit. He immediately lunged at Gastly.

"Ko heh? Ko heh!!!! ∑(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ"

Seeing Blake charge at him, Gastly immediately fled. In an instant, one human and one ghost began a chase, making everyone else in the room burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, an Elite Trainer who had returned to his hotel took a photo of his haul from the day and posted it in his social group:

[Surprise! I bought the real thing at the Hulbury resort area in Galar!]

After posting it, the Elite Trainer went off to eat. What he did not know was that the social group was already in an uproar.