The system mart tab, a digital portal to a realm of possibilities, shimmered into existence. A welcoming message greeted him: ["Congratulations for opening the system mart. You have received 10 dimension coins,"].
"Well, this is a joke," David muttered, his voice laced with disbelief. Ten measly coins for opening a system mart? He felt like a pauper in a casino. "I expected at least a thousand as a welcome bonus," he grumbled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. A paltry sum, but coins were coins, he reminded himself.
The menu unfolded, a digital marketplace of the unexpected. Familiar items, the staples of earthly existence, were laid out with clinical efficiency. Milk cartons, lotions, and even seeds - a bizarre assortment of products. Electronics, a staple of his world, were conspicuously absent. "Thought so," David mused. A wry smile tugged at his lips. It seemed the system had a peculiar sense of humour.
