Chapter 80
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It was when I woke up on time after a good night’s sleep as usual.
Before Agnes’s morning greeting, a message greeted me first.
[<System> The 2nd major content update of the “Possessor Support System” has been completed.]
“Huh?!”
The update had finished while I was asleep!
<What’s wrong? A nightmare?>
“No, no. Nothing like that. Good morning, Agnes.”
<Yeah, good morning. But why are you staring into empty space again?>
“I’m checking the update notes.”
<What? Up…?>
“It’s a theological term from the Word Spirit religion. Don’t worry about it.”
The first thing I saw while focusing was new products.
Right. Of course they’d show new product ads first.
[<Product> “Violence Content Filter”
A barrier that greatly reduces the possessor’s psychological shock. With this, you can maintain composure even in extreme situations.
Price: 99,000 cash/month]
They took a feature that was provided for free during the tutorial period and turned it into a paid subscription right when the tutorial ended!
“The business department really knows what they’re doing.”
[‘Creative Economy Manager’ looks pleased.]
In an S-class—no, SS-class world full of blood and gore, it was a necessary feature for survival.
I added it to my wishlist to enable automatic payment when the tutorial ended.
Now then, let’s look at the actual content update.
[<Notice> “Possessor Community Chat Update”
A chat system has been added to ease the loneliness of possessors who have fallen into unfamiliar worlds.
Let’s help fellow possessors become friends!]
What? Chat?
The moment my eyes widened, the system immediately demonstrated the new feature.
[<System> Starting “Possessor Community Chat.”]
[<System> Please select a nickname. Options are provided based on your achievements and tendencies.]
I looked at the options.
[SodaPass], [Childcare Story Obsessive Male Lead], [Evil Farm Owner], [Kill Heel], [First SS-Class], and so on…
Kill Heel? What is that? Kill Heal? Is it because I killed a lot of undead? Seriously…
“I kind of like it though.”
[<System> Your nickname has been set to “Kill Heel.”]
[<System> Entering “Global Chat Channel.”]
[<System> Let’s build a polite chat culture using proper language.]
A translucent window appeared at the edge of my vision, and a flood of text began pouring in.
[SodaPass381]: How do you change your nickname?
[SodaPass1297]: I didn’t think mine would be this common…
GenreEscapeHopeful: Anyone bought a genre change ticket?
[HaremConstructionWorker]: That costs 10 billion cash though?
SuccessfulFan: I possessed a princess, so I had money.
GenreEscapeHopeful: I heard the result is random. What genre did you get?
SuccessfulFan: GL. I killed the trash male lead and now I’m happily ever after with the crown princess. I think that’s how I got this nickname too.
[AttentionSeekerWithHiddenPower]: Looking for strategy for Tower of Trials floor 101.
[FFF-ClassPhysical]: Someone already passed floor 100?
[OriginalStoryFan7]: Sounds fake?
[AttentionSeekerWithHiddenPower]: lol difficulty suddenly spikes at 101. Anyone got a guide? Am I the first?
A lively exchange of information continued nonstop. Most discussions were about the Tower of Trials, where everyone was soloing.
It seemed everyone had already analyzed the update while I slept.
Just watching was entertaining.
I felt a strange sense of emotion while lurking.
“These people… are all possessors like me…”
People who suddenly fell into strange worlds and struggled on their own.
A true sense of shared suffering. A deep internal bond began to form—
[5thDaughterOfTyrant]: Childcare genre is easy mode.
[DaughterLoverDadLover]: The life of a golden spoon is amazing.
[PreciousChild14]: I’m a newborn right now and I get praised just for eating and pooping well.
[Rank1Hunter’sDaughter]: That’s the best time. Enjoy life’s sweetness as long as possible. Tip: delay walking as much as possible.
[DaughterOfConstellation]: Shall we study baby talk together? (written in baby speech)
“Internal bond my foot!”
I immediately closed the chat window. Seeing childcare-genre possessors made me jealous.
<Islet, what’s wrong?>
“It’s nothing. sob”
[‘Balance Coordinator’ asks how old I am to still be obsessed with childcare genres.]
“Childhood deprivation lasts a lifetime.”
I muttered some nonsense and continued reading the updates.
It seemed the main update was the chat system. Besides that, there was only the VIP Point Shop.
[<Menu> “VIP Point Shop”
A shop selling extremely special items.
Only customers who have spent over 10 billion cash may enter.]
[<System> Using “VIP Point Shop Pass.” Platinum Whale Rank achieved.]
[<System> Entry conditions met. Enter?]
Why hesitate? Let’s go shopping!
The moment I pressed “Yes,” instead of opening like a cash shop window, space suddenly warped.
<What?!>
Since she was bound to me, Agnes got pulled in too.
“It’s okay. It’s safe.”
<Where are we?>
“I’m about to find out.”
I comforted Agnes and looked around. I had landed in a narrow unfamiliar alley.
At the end stood a single lit shop.
At first glance it looked like a shabby occult fortune-telling shop. That must be the VIP Point Shop.
As I approached, I read the sign.
“Buying all divine artifacts at top prices, selling at lowest prices. Stolen goods welcome…?”
<This feels criminal.>
I know, right?
[‘Creative Economy Manager’ explains this is just an ordinary general store on the outskirts of the Divine Realm.]
The Divine Realm?!
I hadn’t expected to end up somewhere like this.
Then—
“Hoho, customer? Welcome.”
“Ah, hello.”
An old woman dressed like a gypsy greeted me while tapping out her pipe.
It didn’t smell like tobacco. More like sweet incense, calming my mind.
“Already three customers today. Paying that ad fee to the Creative Economy Manager was worth it.”
Divine realm. Casual tone toward the business director.
This was definitely a god.
While I stood tense, the old goddess began personalized sales tactics.
“How much money did you bring?”
“A little over 100,000 points.”
“Come. What you can afford is over here.”
She pulled back a curtain revealing a three-tier glass display.
“Pick something.”
“Wow!”
The shining items dazzled me.
Among them, one caught my eye.
<Islet, that bag is really pretty!>
“You mean the ivory leather shoulder bag? I was just looking at it.”
The old goddess jumped in.
“A luxury inventory bag. Holds about 1,000 pyeong (≈3,300 m²). Good for warehouse logistics. Buy one if you’re starting a transport business.”
<Islet let’s buy it! Your satchel needs replacing anyway!>
“Let me think a bit…”
“You could ask your boyfriend to buy it.”
“…Shouldn’t you ask if I even have one first?”
“Aren’t you a romance fantasy possessor? Your hair is pink.”
“…I’ll look at something else.”
Next to it were three sunglasses.
“And these?”
“Hoho, good eye. From top: Eyes of Life and Death, Eyes of Sin, and Eyes of Passion.”
“I get Life and Death. What about the other two?”
“Eyes of Sin shows how many people someone has killed. Eyes of Passion shows affection levels. Passion is very popular. Even hopeless romantics can build harems with it!”
“I see. Once worn, you can’t remove them, right?”
“How did you know? Correct. They’re passive. You might learn things you don’t want to know.”
I nodded.
Just seeing how Cardinal Cattleya suffered with Life-and-Death Eyes made that obvious.
Another item caught my attention.
“What about this watch?”
“Hoho, I knew you’d notice. It lets you regress once to a time you choose.”
“What?! A second playthrough of my possessed life?”
“Of course. Money makes anything possible. Want one?”
I felt strongly tempted.
The difficulty had risen to SS-class after all.
Wouldn’t it be good to have an extra life?
“If you don’t use it, you could gift it to your boyfriend. Watches make great gifts.”
“I told you I don’t have one…”
“Someone this pretty will soon.”
“Hehe?”
“Anyway it’s our bestseller. Bestsellers have reasons.”
Sigh. At this point I had no choice.
“Okay! I’ll take—!”
I was about to fall for her sales pitch.
But then—
“Wait.”
“Hm? Why?”
“That. Over there.”
“What? Oh, that?”
My finger pointed to a corner item.
Among luxurious artifacts, one outdated object stood out.
A square icon known as the save button.
An old floppy disk.
“Eh, that’s for multi-regressors. You’re just a possessor. You don’t need it.”
The old goddess suddenly sounded uninterested.
But instinctively understanding its purpose, I shouted internally:
“Oh my. I NEED to buy that!”
