Lynn quickly bottled the potions, then smiled as he spent another 500 Skeleton Coins to teleport into the Vision Realm.
Everything was ready!
Now the most important thing was to sell the potions he had on hand.
At a slightly higher price.
He would sell them for 3,000 Skeleton Coins a bottle.
He believed anyone who tried his potions would definitely become a repeat customer.
So the most important thing now was promotion!
Without another word, Lynn tapped the rune on his wrist and began composing a promotional message.
[Bloodsaw Apothecary: Our incredibly powerful Critical Hit Potion is now available! Drink it to dramatically increase your attack power! Only 3,000 Skeleton Coins a bottle! Limited to thirty bottles, all reasonably priced! First come, first served! Available here exclusively! No other branches! Hurry and buy yours now!]
Click.
[Skeleton Coins -1,000]
Message shared successfully!
Smiling, Lynn eagerly switched to the trading channel.
Looking at the message he had shared, Lynn had a feeling countless customers would soon be pounding down his door.
Half an hour later.
Lynn sat at the counter with his eyes closed and a faint smile on his lips, then glanced at the utterly empty storefront.
Hmm... normal.
The promotion probably hasn't taken effect yet. It's only been half an hour. Just wait a little longer, and customers will be here soon.
I could also spend another 1,000 Skeleton Coins on promotion...
Two hours later.
With his brow furrowed and his arms folded, Lynn paced back and forth at the entrance.
Why isn't there a single person?!
I've already run three ads! Surely someone would be interested enough to click through!
Don't panic. I can wait a little longer. Good things come to those who wait!
That's right!
Keep it up!
Three hours later.
Lynn leaned stiffly against the counter, cobwebs covering his head and his expression blank.
He had spent a full 5,000 Skeleton Coins on five consecutive promotions!
Was there really not a single person willing to click through?!
His money was pouring away like water!
Smack-
Lynn slammed the table with an expression of (艹皿艹).
"You're the ones who forced me into this! I didn't want to use this trick, but it looks like I have no choice!"
Grinding his teeth with an expression of (〝▼皿▼), Lynn pulled up the message-sharing interface and quickly composed the following:
[SHOCKING!! The secret to making hunks thicker and stronger!! A top Witcher's heartfelt recommendation: the Hunk-brand Critical Hit Potion that makes a Succubus blush and leaves queens crying that they can't take it! One bottle bursts your clothes! Two bottles send you to heaven! Three bottles turn you into a bulldozer! Want to be a real man with a pillar that reaches the heavens?! Click here: Bloodsaw Apothecary!]
Smack-
Promote!
He wasn't done yet!
Fuck!
With an expression of (〝▼皿▼), Lynn unleashed his hand speed, rapidly composing over a dozen anonymous messages in the trading channel at 100 Skeleton Coins apiece.
[Wow!! The Critical Hit Potion from Bloodsaw Apothecary really gets you going! I gave some to my boyfriend, and just one bottle was more than I could take!!] [No way! How can you just share a hidden gem of a Potion Shop like this with everyone?! And it's only 3,000 Skeleton Coins a bottle! Wow! At that price, what if someone buys it all up?!] [Stop posting! You'll make the price go up! (艹皿艹) Can't you keep it to yourselves?! Get stronger in secret! More powerful! Thicker and bigger! Wouldn't that be great?!] [Is this potion really that powerful?!] [No! Not powerful at all! It just casually doubles your combat power after you drink it, and lets you thrust out a perfect critical hit every time you attack! It's not powerful at all!] [But can it really burst your clothes?!] [Not just your clothes! Whether it's somewhere that should burst or somewhere that shouldn't, this potion can burst it all! Why else would it be called a Critical Hit Potion?!]
Smack-
Gritting his teeth, Lynn finally rested the hands whose speed he had honed through seventeen years of being single.
And after that barrage of messages...
The trading channel actually fell briefly silent.
"..."
"..."
A string of black dots drifted over Lynn's head.
But in the very next moment...
Something suddenly changed.
Outside the shop, countless teleportation lights flashed into existence, packed so densely they were enough to make anyone dizzy.
Countless notifications also rang in Lynn's ears.
[Black Giant Rebod requests entry to the shop.] [Fallen Minotaur requests entry to the shop.] [Succubus Alaya requests entry to the shop.] [Multi-Armed Demon requests entry to the shop.]
Without hesitation, Lynn chose to allow them all in.
In an instant, countless overlapping projections flooded through the doorway. The little shop became packed solid, with at least a dozen projections crammed into every space large enough for one person.
Every projection's eyes gleamed, their voices brimming with excitement.
"Boss! Is everything in your description true?! Do you really sell that miraculous potion here?!"
"Do you really have a top-grade potion that makes you incredibly powerful after drinking it, enough to make my queen cry that she can't take it?!"
"I want ten bottles of Critical Hit Potion! Boss! I want them right now!"
"Is it really a top Witcher's heartfelt recommendation?! Boss! Give me fifty bottles! I want to test the effects!"
"Get out of the way! I got here first! Boss! Give me a bottle! (shouting)"
"(｀皿´)ﾉ How dare you! I clearly got here first! Boss! I'll take every potion!"
"Oh my! Oh my! Do you accept payment in flesh, boss?! I can come to you! I'm a very good Succubus!"
All at once...
The previously deserted Potion Shop was packed to bursting with countless horny old perverts lurking in the Dark World.
Lynn wore an expression of (눈‸눈).
Sure enough.
It really was exactly like Earth. Unless you threw in something steamy, nobody would bother visiting.
But clearly, this place was still unspoiled. The customers were all excited and innocent, rather than sneering at this kind of lowbrow promotion the way people on Earth did.
"This really is a bit of a headache."
Lynn feigned embarrassment, looking troubled as he said:
"Everyone, while our potions are certainly the real deal, this has always been a small business with limited stock. Right now, we only have thirty bottles of Critical Hit Potion, and ten of those have already been reserved by regular customers..."
"This... really puts me in a difficult position..."
Lynn looked terribly troubled.
At the sight of Lynn's troubled expression, the customers who had flocked in immediately erupted.
"(｀皿´)ﾉ Fuck! What's so difficult about it, boss?! Four thousand Skeleton Coins a bottle! I'll take the lot! If that still puts you in a difficult position, I'll throw in another five hundred per bottle!! I've got money to burn!"
"Shit! (▼皿▼#) You think you're the only one with money?! Boss! Five thousand a bottle! Give me thirty bottles to tide me over first! If they work well, I'll come back for twice as much!"
"Five thousand?! Cheapskate! I'll pay six thousand!"
"Seven thousand!"
"Seven thousand five hundred!!"
Seeing the situation spiral out of control...
Lynn quickly raised a hand and urged, "Everyone, stop fighting! While our potions really are damn good, you should shop responsibly! Don't throw your money around! Money doesn't grow on trees!-Payment is over there. A direct transfer will do!"
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