"Are you trying to be sneaky again?"
"Of course not, creator. Not even S-rankers have access to any of the tabs." The NPC said valiantly, before smoothly changing the subject. "Would you like to drink something different?"
"Tsk," Thanh Van scoffed as he downed the little whisky still swimming around the glass. The ice had melted into the whiskey, the diluted alcohol less burning as it made its way down south.
The system clearly didn't want anyone to see what it was storing in the shop at the moment. But it didn't matter. In reality, none of it mattered as Thanh Van was the main boss of this futile game of life and death.
Whatever it was that was sold in the shop, Thanh Van wished the players luck. He doubted any of it could help the majority of players once they were to face him at the end of this dark tunnel.
