Chapter 4: Shopping Spree 2
As we entered the next store, my brain short-circuited for a moment. It looked like something straight out of a cyberpunk fever dream—walls painted in sleek black and neon-blue streaks, glowing with cascading lines of code. Strange bronze drones floated overhead, displaying items on holographic screens like we were inside a futuristic vending machine warehouse on steroids.
We wandered deeper inside, and I couldn't help but gawk.
There were systems. Systems everywhere. The kind you'd only see in cracked-out fanfictions, shady webnovels, or those weird "isekai simulator" games people mod with cheat menus.
And right in front of us, neatly laid out on a levitating black marble table, were three very cursed choices:
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➤ NTR Hero System
> Steal heroines and cuck the MC. The more girls you "break," the stronger you get.
Cost: 345,450 SP
➤ Greatest Cook System
> Cook orgasmic food so delicious it could end wars. The more people love your dishes, the stronger you become.
Cost: 220,220 SP
➤ Best Slacker System
> Do absolutely nothing. The less effort you put in, the more power flows to you.
Cost: 450,676 SP
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I stared at the cooking system, then back at the other two with utter disgust.
"Why the hell is the cooking system cheaper than those two?! It's obviously the most useful one here!" I blurted out, voice full of anger and existential confusion.
Jackson, still chilling like royalty inside the shopping cart we somehow still had, smirked and shrugged. "Maybe because most dudes would rather get their little guys wet or be lazy trash. Can't blame 'em. Easy routes sell."
I squinted at the NTR and Slacker systems like they owed me money. "Still… I actually value hard work. What's the point of 'getting wet' if your ass can't even survive a mosquito bite? And being lazy? That's just digging your own grave with style."
Jackson gave me a half-lidded stare. "Yeah, well, not everyone's a psycho workaholic who built his first interstellar skyscraper from literal dirt and chewing gum."
"Whatever," I muttered, waving him off. "I'm not buying any of this trash. Maybe the cooking system, but only if I don't find anything better."
We continued browsing. The deeper we went, the weirder it got—glitches in the air, floating databases, and shelves stacked with system cores like they were snacks at a convenience store.
Then a voice spoke behind us:
"Good greetings, dear customers! What might interest you in my humble store today?"
We both froze. Slowly turning around, we were met with something so bizarre I momentarily questioned reality.
A gigantic floating screen with constantly shifting emojis for a face hovered behind us, its digital eyes blinking like an LED PowerPoint presentation come to life.
"Is there a proble—dear customer? 🤨" the screen asked, one digital eyebrow raised as if we had just insulted its entire existence.
"Nope. Not at all," I muttered, still processing the fact that I was being spoken to by a floating emoji monitor.
"Splendid! Now how may I help? 😊"
The face morphed into a big smile, and the entire screen began swaying side to side as it hummed a weird, cheerful tune.
"Uh… Can you show us the best system you've got?" Jackson asked, like this was just another Tuesday. I, on the other hand, was still in shock.
"Absolutely, dear customer! 🤩"
With stars in its eyes (literally), it bounced off like a giant happy screensaver. We just looked at each other, silently agreed to shut up, and followed.
It led us to the largest pedestal in the store. Sleek, chrome, humming with energy—and surrounded by countless floating display panels.
Above it, glowing in bold gold letters:
Gemer System Alpha Pro Deluxe 3000
We exchanged glances again, clearly debating if this was too good to be true. Before we could decide, the emoji-face system spun toward us and began talking at lightning speed.
"This, my dear customer, is the latest and greatest in the Gamerverse! It includes everything: leveling, stats, skills, guild systems, stores, gacha mechanics, and—get this—omni-verse travel and omni-verse summoning! You can trade with other realities, summon companions, auto-update for free—hell, it even has anti-cheat bypasses! All this for the incredibly low cost of 850,330 SP—the most expensive system ever made!"
The sheer amount of info slammed into me like a truck. I could barely track his emoji face changes anymore—it went from happy, to serious, to sparkly-eyed, to smug.
Still, the system sounded cracked. It had everything.
I was thinking deeply about it, weighing the pros and cons like a responsible adult, when Jackson casually said—
"Yeah. We'll buy it."
I turned to him like he just slapped me in the face with a raw fish. "Excuse me?!"
Too late.
The floating emoji system guy let out a happy gasp. 😆 flashed on the screen as a light blue digital hand materialized, slapped my hand onto the console, and instantly drained my SP.
I just stood there in stunned silence, SP now gone, soul mildly violated.
Blink. Suddenly, we were outside the store again.
"How the hell are we here already?!" I shouted.
Jackson shrugged, already climbing back into the cart. "Apparently, when you buy a system, you get force-yeeted out. No clue why."
Then he pulled out a pair of sunglasses from god-knows-where, put them on, and said—
"Now push, btch. We still got sht to buy."
I sighed, defeated by reality itself. I started pushing the cart again like a broken Roomba.
Then I looked up and saw the name of the next shop:
ALL-YOU-WANT BULLSH*T SKILL STORE
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Name: Set
Gender: Currently Male
Lives Remaining: 100
Soul Points (SP): 999,000
System: Gemer System Alpha Pro Deluxe 3000
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Author's Note:
Sup guys—sorry for the late update. I had a bad fever and still feel kinda dead, so I might not be able to post for a few more days. Hopefully, I'll bounce back soon and keep going. I know this chapter's chaotic as hell, but I needed to write something at least. Thanks for reading!
Drop a PS to motivate me when I come back. Appreciate y'all.