As soon as Lynn appeared in the trading area, a series of flashing advertisements filled his vision. His mouth twitched in disbelief. This was absurd—like opening a webpage and having hundreds of ads pop up at once. It was an information bombardment.
But Lynn didn’t pay much attention. After arriving at the trading area, his wristband displayed a few new functions.
* Store Teleportation: Input the store's ID and name to teleport directly to the store.
* Store Creation: Spend 10,000 Skull Coins to create your own store.
* Formula Trading: Go to a designated high-value goods area to participate in auctions or make purchases.
Without hesitation, Lynn clicked on Store Creation. With over 30,000 Skull Coins, he had more than enough to set up a shop in the World of Vision.
He typed in the name Bloodsaw Apothecary, including the address in Soul Alley, and submitted it. But a message popped up: “Duplicate Information.”
Lynn pondered. “Could it be that my teacher has already created a store with the same name in the World of Vision?” That seemed plausible. After all, his teacher was a native dark creature, and it was clear he’d had access to Vision long before Lynn.
"Teleport! Bloodsaw Apothecary!"
Without further thought, Lynn typed in the store name and clicked teleport.
In a flash of blue light, Lynn opened his eyes to find himself in a small, independent space, no bigger than 50 square meters. Above him, in large letters, were the words Bloodsaw Apothecary.
And there it was—the signature bloodsaw symbol. It was definitely his teacher’s shop.
Lynn looked around the empty space, and instinctively reached out to push the door. Instantly, a line of blood-red text appeared:
“Authorization not detected, please enter store command.”
“Command?” Lynn rubbed his chin, muttering to himself, “Can you set up a password for the store? But since it's my teacher’s shop, he probably wouldn’t mind if I go in…”
After thinking it over, Lynn decided to give it a try. While he didn't know his teacher very well, they’d spent a lot of time together, and Lynn had picked up on a few of his habits.
“Muscle Man Extraordinaire.”
“Incorrect command, access denied.”
“Single for 200 years.”
“Incorrect command, access denied.”
“Your disciple is the cutest!”
“Incorrect command, access denied.”
“…Alright,” Lynn frowned, thought for a moment, and then sighed. “I, love, Lolo!”
“Correct command, access granted.”
Click—
The store’s door slowly creaked open.
Lynn: “…Of course. He used his worst addiction as the password, just like the safe code.”
Lynn stepped inside the shop. Once inside, he confirmed his earlier suspicions: the World of Vision was indeed more advanced than any virtual world he had ever experienced. You could directly transfer real-world items into this world—this was some high-tech black magic at play.
However, there wasn’t anything too special inside the shop. The potions were similar to those found in small shops, and it seemed his teacher didn’t pay much attention to this Vision store. After all, with a 500 Skull Coin entry fee each time and the need for items like Vision Stones (which were clearly consumables), running a shop here seemed like a losing business for ordinary creatures.
“Although, it looks like there’s daily maintenance.” Lynn checked the store interface and noticed there were still 4,000 Skull Coins in the store for daily deductions.
What surprised Lynn was that the store also had a log to track activity.
Flipping through it, he saw entries like:
* Day 90: Sold full set of adult Curse Demon organs, earned 5 Black Skull Coins.
* Day 93: Sold Hellbind Demon skull x1, earned 1 Black Skull Coin.
* Day 95: Rest.
* Day 97: Sold Soul-Eating Eyes x2, earned 2 Black Skull Coins.
Lynn’s eyes widened as he read the log. "So my teacher really enjoys side businesses!" He distinctly remembered that during those times, his teacher would come back with blood-soaked bags and head straight to the lab, often hearing the sounds of chopping meat from inside.
So the Apothecary shop was just a front. His teacher’s real income came from selling monster organs!
Lynn gasped. This gave him a glimpse of how strong his teacher must be, because just the names of those monsters alone made it clear they were powerful creatures.
He flipped further through the log and paused at a more recent entry.
* Day 105: A former acquaintance from the Demon Association contacted me, inviting me to the Hanged Man Tower to investigate some strange occurrences within the Association. I haven’t been part of the Demon Association for 10 years, so it’s strange that they’re reaching out now…
Lynn glanced at the date—this entry was just three days ago. It seemed like this was the reason his teacher had left recently.
“Hanged Man Tower? Demon Association?” Lynn pondered. Clearly, the Demon Association was a dark world organization, and his teacher had once been a member. But Lynn didn’t know much about it, since his teacher had never really shared much with him.
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Shaking his head, Lynn thought, “But since it was an old friend inviting him, there shouldn’t be any problems.”
He closed his eyes, and soon pushed these thoughts aside. What mattered most now was making money, promoting his name, and establishing himself in this new world.
With the World of Vision offering such a vast platform, Lynn knew it was time to leverage his advantage as a traveler from another world.
Without wasting any more time, Lynn quickly left the Vision, logging out.
In no time, he was in the backyard, preparing the materials needed for potion-making. To succeed in the World of Vision, he needed products that could stand out.
With his unique formulas for Critical Hit Potion and Flesh Growth Potion, which he’d gotten from the system, he was confident these would be hot sellers in the marketplace.
The materials were straightforward. The only rare ingredient was the Source-Level Creature Tissue, which was still available in limited quantities after his previous crafting. However, he could probably make about 30 more bottles with the current stock.
He set to work, gathering everything he needed.
No time was wasted—he immediately entered the alchemy room and began brewing the Critical Hit Potions.
The hours flew by.
Glug-glug—
Fire burned, pots simmered, and potions were brewed.
Ding! You crafted a Critical Hit Potion x1.
Ding! You crafted a Critical Hit Potion x1.
Ding! You crafted a Critical Hit Potion x1.
Two hours later, Lynn had 30 bottles of yellow-red potions in his hands.
Lynn quickly sealed the potions with a smile, then spent another 500 Skull Coins to teleport back into the World of Vision.
Mission accomplished!
Now, the most important task was to sell the potions in his hands. He decided to price them a little higher—3000 Skull Coins per bottle. He was confident that once people used his potions, they would definitely become repeat customers. The key now was to get the word out!
Without hesitation, Lynn opened the rune on his wrist and edited his marketing message:
Bloodsaw Apothecary: Powerful Critical Hit Potion now available! After consuming, your attack power will greatly increase! Only 3000 Skull Coins per bottle! Limited to 30 bottles, fair price! First come, first served! Exclusive store! No other branches! Hurry up and grab yours!
He clicked to post.
[Skull Coins - 1000]
The message was successfully shared!
Lynn smiled and eagerly switched over to the trading channel, feeling a bit excited at the prospect of an influx of customers soon.
...
Half an hour later, Lynn sat behind the counter, eyes closed, lips curled into a smile as he glanced outside the shop.
Hmm… Normal.
Maybe the promotional effect hadn’t kicked in yet. It’s only been half an hour. I’ll wait a bit longer, and surely someone will show up soon. I could always spend another 1000 Skull Coins to promote more…
...
Two hours later.
Lynn frowned, arms crossed, pacing back and forth in front of the store.
Why is no one here?!
I’ve posted three ads by now—how can no one be interested?!
Okay, okay. Calm down, just wait a little longer. Don’t rush it. Patience is key!
...
Three hours later.
Lynn stood stiffly behind the counter, his head covered in cobwebs, looking completely dazed.
He’d spent a whole 5000 Skull Coins on five consecutive ads, but not a single customer had come in!
It’s like my money’s been flowing away like water!
Slap—
Lynn slammed the table in frustration.
“You guys are forcing me to do this. I really didn’t want to resort to this… but it seems I have no choice!”
Grinding his teeth, Lynn quickly pulled up the sharing interface and typed out a new message with a menacing grin:
Shocking!! The secret to making strong men even stronger!! The top-tier demon hunter's personal recommendation—Critical Hit Potions that will make succubi blush and queens scream in pleasure! One bottle will tear your clothes off! Two bottles will send you to the heavens! Three bottles will make you a bulldozer! Want to become a real man with a single pillar of strength? Come to Bloodsaw Apothecary NOW!
Slap—
Click to promote!
No time to play around!
With a grin, Lynn quickly typed out a dozen more anonymous messages in the trading channel, each one costing 100 Skull Coins. His fingers flew across the keys:
Wow!! Bloodsaw Apothecary’s Critical Hit Potions are incredible! After giving it to my boyfriend, one bottle had him begging for more!!
No way! A hidden gem like this can’t just be shared around! And it’s only 3000 Skull Coins per bottle? Wow! What if someone buys them all up right away?!
Don’t share this anymore! Watch out, the price of these potions might go up! (°皿°), hiding them for myself sounds way better! Get stronger, more powerful, and more muscular just for me! Don’t you think it’s tempting?!
Is the potion really that strong?!
No! It’s not strong at all! After taking it, your combat power increases by just two times, but each time you strike, you’ll hit with perfect critical damage! It’s not strong at all!
But can it really tear your clothes off?!!
Not only can it tear your clothes off! It’ll tear everything off, both the places that should be exposed and those that shouldn’t! How else can we call it a Critical Hit Potion?!
Slap—
Lynn gritted his teeth and finished typing up the last post.
After a barrage of messages, the trading channel fell eerily silent for a moment.
...
Suddenly, the atmosphere changed. Outside the shop, a dazzling array of teleportation lights appeared, so dense it nearly made people’s eyes spin. At the same time, Lynn's ears were bombarded with a slew of notification sounds:
“Dark Giant Leibord requests entry to the shop.”
“Fallen Minotaur requests entry to the shop.”
“Succubus Araya requests entry to the shop.”
“Multi-Arm Demon requests entry to the shop.”
Without hesitation, Lynn selected “Allow All” and instantly, the store door was flooded with a wave of virtual figures. The entire store was packed, with at least ten figures squeezed into each space.
Each figure’s eyes gleamed, their voices filled with excitement.
“Boss! Is everything in your ad true? Do you really sell those miraculous potions here?!”
“Is it really a potion that can make someone super strong after one dose? Can it make my queen scream in pleasure?!”
“I’ll take ten Critical Hit Potions! Boss, I need them NOW!”
“Is it really a top-tier demon hunter’s recommendation? Give me 50 bottles! I want to see if it works!”
“Get out of the way! I came first! Boss, give me a bottle (yelling)!”
“(｀皿′)? How dare you! I came first! Boss, all the potions for me!”
“Ahh! Ahh! Boss, do you accept payment in flesh? I can come to you! I’m a succubus!”
In an instant, the shop, which had been completely empty, was now overcrowded with customers from the dark world, all eager for their potions. Lynn stared blankly.
So, it really is just like back on Earth. If you don’t add a bit of spice, no one’s interested.
But at least here, the customers seem pure and excited, not like the ones on Earth who would mock such low-tier promotions.
“This is really a headache,” Lynn said with a troubled look on his face.
“Everyone, my potions are real, but I’m a small business, so I don’t have much stock left. There are only 30 Critical Hit Potions available, and 10 of them are already reserved by regular customers…”
“This… This is a tough spot for me…” Lynn said with an exaggerated tone.
Seeing his “troubled” expression, the crowd of eager customers erupted in protests.
“(｀皿′)? Damn! What are you worried about, boss? 4000 Skull Coins per bottle! I’ll buy them all! If you feel bad about it, I’ll pay an extra 500 per bottle!! I’ve got tons of money!”
“Damn! (▼皿▼), you think you’re the only rich one? Boss! 5000 per bottle! Give me 30 bottles to start with! If it works, I’ll double my orders!”
“5000?! Cheap! I’ll take 6000!”
“7000!”
“7500!!”
Seeing the situation getting out of control, Lynn quickly raised his hands and tried to calm things down.
“Alright, alright, no need to argue! The potions are really good, but everyone needs to shop rationally! Don’t go throwing money around! Making money isn’t easy—please pay directly over there!”