A man with a pirate eyepatch covering his left eye carried a baseball bat over his shoulder.
Yawning, he walked out of the spatial gate beside the gear device.
"I really don't get why the guild leader wants to trade with things like you."
The goblin god's eyes brimmed with fury.
"Human! I am a god! You court death!"
The humanoids beside it all removed their hoods.
They revealed goblin heads inside suits of mechanical armor.
The man grinned, utterly unconcerned by the threat.
"Do you dare lay a hand on me here?"
"Not long ago, right here on Garden Star, a god who nearly reached B-rank died at the hands of a Top-Level Train Conductor. You old runt, how many Top-Level Train Conductors do you think are in the Sky Garden right now?"
"If they knew an extremely weak god had appeared here, do you think they'd kill you for the core inside your body?"
The goblin god's expression darkened.
Its claws clenched tightly around a wooden staff. After a long while, it gave a cold snort.
"Where's the merchandise?"
The baseball bat man tossed a piece of gum into his mouth and chewed away.
He casually tossed a leather case onto the ground and kicked it open, revealing a black gear lying flat inside.
"A gear from the Nether Abyss Machine God. Level 10 mechanical material. Two thousand Train Coins."
"Didn't we agree on fifteen hundred?! This is robbery!"
"So what if we're robbing you? Don't buy it if you've got the guts. You're a god, yet you're always getting your supplies from us. Aren't you ashamed to let people hear about that?
"And you don't even have a decent Apostle. You have to come in person every time.
"If you ask me, why don't you go find