He regarded Alex suspiciously before answering warily; "Well, how much? I've got today's special, as well as the roaste---"
"I want to buy single fish on your grill. I want it all."
The poor man was completely taken aback.
But Alex was serious. "How much?"
Afraid the mysterious customer would change his mind if he delayed too much, the vendor hurriedly packaged everything for him neatly and gingerly received the payment from Alex. His disposition had now changed. All of a sudden, he was now humble. Alex collected his wares without looking at him and headed home. On his way, he gave a full length to every single homeless kid he saw on the road.
Alex now had several million in cash.
It was funny how he had only gone to the bank to deposit a million dollars. And now, after a very funny twenty four hours, here he was with several million in cash. If he was not a god, he would have sworn some deity was looking out for him. With such a ridiculous amount of cash on him, taking it to some bank was out of the question. Besides, it was a lot more convenient. It was like he had his own automated teller machine, and he could withdraw whenever he liked.
Of course, there was the eevr present threat of thieves, but now that he had his telekinetic abilities, that was no longer a bother. He had a pretty decent arrangement going on, so he went to bed that night with something that vaguely resembled a smile on his face.
Alex began to splurge.
The millions began to call out to him, and he answered. Within the next twenty four hours, he burned through a quarter million dollars on luxurious items. He visited a famous designer and bought all sorts of limited expensive clothes and classy shoes. The attendant was used to serving rich customers. But that day, she knew that there were levels to it. Right before her, in less than an hours, Alex blew her ten years salary on clothes alone.
As she began to pack up his purchases, he asked her what she was doing. Confused, she answered him;
"I'm getting your purchased items ready to go sir."
"I'm not done yet. Take me to the jewelry section. I have a hankering for some iced watches."
She answered enthusiastically; "Of course! Right away sir!" on a second thought, she proferred another more comfortable option; "Actually, you don't need to come with, I'll have the finest selection of wrist watches brought over to you right away. Is that okay?"
"That would be perfect. Throw in your finest nice shades while you're at it. I prefer dark tinted glasses with gold rims."
"Great taste! Please give me five minutes! I'll be back soon."
Alex nodded.
The attendant scurried along to get it done. Her arrangement with the mall was on a commission. The more items she got customers to buy, the more money she made. So, with Alex's purchases, she knew she was going to make a killing that day. Her projections turned out to be on point. On his way out, Alex gave her a big fat tip in several bills that ran up to a thick fat wad. She was left speechless.
Alex swaggered out with a ton of bags, boarded a cab, and headed right up home. But he was far from done for the day. Within that same hour, Alex found himself at a 4S shop looking at an array of the finest cars. The salesman guided him through the car lot, rambling on about horse power, stuff about engines and fuel combustion rates for each brand.
Naturally, Alex did not care. He simply wanted the flashiest and most expensive car, that screamed class. And he told that to the salesman.
"Listen buddy, I'm not really big on the details as to what goes on under the hood of the fair. I just need something really classy. Something that screams class. You feel me?"
"I'm glad you know absolutely what you want sir. So many people come up in here acting like they know cars when they really don't. I've got just the thing for you. How do you feel about Italian?"
Thirty seconds later, they stood before a blue beauty. It was a 2008 Bugatti Veyron. It looked like a spaceship, and when the engine came on, it sounded like a supersonic jet. Even though Alex had made it clear that he was not into anything related to car trivia, the salesman could not help himself;
"Fun fact sir, the year the Bugatti Veyron came out, it was labelled the fastest luxury car on the earth! It was so fast, it outran a gulfstream that was about to takeoff on the runway!!"
Alex nodded absent mindedly. He was only half listening to the incessant rambling of the forty two year old man who apparently lived for cars. He appreciated his enthusiasm, but frankly, he simply did not give a damn about how fast the car could go. No matter what happened, the car could never beat teleportation. He could be behind the wheel, and in an instant, he could teleport to his apartment and be back in the car before anyone could even know it.
He looked at the mechanical contraption and drank in its aesthetically pleasing appearance. That was all he was interested in.
"I'll take it."
"Wonderful!" the delighted man was clearly pleased. "We have a neat twelve month payment plan, but if you prefer a eighteen mo-"
Alex dropped a small bag filled with money at the guy's feet. As he did so, small bills came floating out, landing at the bewildered guy's feet. Never had anyone come to the dealership before with a bag of money! It was unheard of!
The new owner of the 2008 Bugatti Veyron opened the doors and started the engine. The sound alone was enough to draw the attention of onlookers nearby. A lot of them were middle aged family men and women who were either buying mini vans, or portable sedans. So, they could not help but look on with envy as the young man pulled out of the driveway and zoomed off in the distance with his newly acquired sports car.
But Alex was way too jacked on his plans to care about what anyone else had to say or think about him. As he cruised down the freeway, his car drew the attention of several motorists and pedestrians. The change in the way people looked at him was dramatic. It was the power of opulence in the realm of man, and Alex could not help but be amazed at what humans revered.
He knew that the inhabitants of this realm were inherently obsessed with money and power. It was the primary reason why their entire existence bordered only on satisfying their outward senses. With the sense of sight as their instinctive organ of judgement, appearances were therefore important, alomost in a worshipful manner.
As a god, he was beyond the allure of material things that humans seemed to worship. For him, his top priorities were power and inner peace. These two things represented the pillars that held up the entirety of his lifestyle choices, as well as influenced his desires. Even now, they were the driving forces behind all his recent purchases.
His object of desire was currently the Cursed Blade. Of course, he could not just swagger into a private auction with no referral or invitation whatsoever, that would be gauche. He had to blend in by taking on the appearance of some wealthy aristocrat with money to lavish. Hence the clothes and the car.
With no time to waste, he stepped on the gas and rode the car hard. Traffic cleared for him when they heard the intimidating honking of his powerful horn. In no time at all, he arrived at the auction house where the Cursed Blade was to be sold to the highest bidder. He eased the beautiful blue spaceship onto the sidewalk and let the suicide doors go up. His feet had barely touched the ground before some eager eyed valet rushed to take his keys.
"Fifty bucks for parking sir!"
Alex gave him a hundred and walked off without bothering to ask for change. It was not like he was even trying to, but subconsciously, the wealth was making him a douchebag. But that was not completely true.