Whoever could have guessed that the very first item Eithan acquired –- the item he chose from the Hall of Lesser Sacred Treasures for winning the Annual Tournament of Orphans, Losers, and Cripples –- an item like a small pig’s bladder with two pin eyes and four padded feet -- would be the legendary ⌈Sea Pig⌋, capable of leveling up alongside Eithan at every turn? Later after Eithan had finished murdering most of the elders he returned to the Lesser Sacred Treasures Hall and found only nicked swords, watered potions, mâché shields, cheap jewels, limp staffs: useless gewgaws, common trash[sic]. Lucky Eithan!

To purify his cultivation base Eithan first consumed several fruits and berries grown wild on trees outside the town where the wild beasts dwell; a swipe from the feral ghost bore or the million fire bees would have downed young Eithan in an instant. After that came the legendary fat carp, stolen from the gigantic cistern on the twenty-seventh floor to the disgust of cultivators everywhere, and then holy beef from sacred cattle, and long noodles made by a master to encourage length everywhere, and a mysterious white powder from a faroff land, predigested, rectally consumed, and unspeakable flesh which Eithan should not have eaten but did. And also the fabled 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000-year-old ginseng.

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There were also the potions: the potion of lesser invisibility, the potion of greater invisibility, the potion of moderate invisibility, the potion of visibility (used to counter the effects of the aforementioned invisibility potions in enemies and self, very rare), the potion of inner fire, red potions like the blood of the heart, blue potions like the dead blood of the fist, engorging potions, deflating potions, flaccid potions, thickened potions, potions of an evil viscosity, potions of evil, potions of good, potions of less, potions of more. Potions of power, potions of grace. If Eithan had sold all of these potions he would have had enough gold, silver, platinum, copper, and mithril to buy ten castles and a few hundred thousand more slaves. Eventually he acquired a set of alchemical glassware and an enchanted textbook that injected the requisite knowledge into his mind eliding the need for effort, practice, or skill. Then Eithan could make expensive and rare potions whenever he needed money, for more slaves or more wives.