Alex froze, his thoughts coming to a screeching halt.
My title?
That title was the foundation of everything he'd achieved.
It was why he'd risen to this level of strength, why he could confidently stand against forces that would crush others.
Yet this skeleton had the audacity to ask for it so casually as if it were just another item on a shelf.
And that wasn't all.
It wanted half his stats and ten abilities—ones it would choose.
Alex clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening.
A grin spread across his face, but it wasn't one of amusement. It was the kind of grin that barely concealed his anger.
"This piece of shit…" he muttered under his breath.
"You must have lost your mind," Alex said aloud, his voice sharp. "Which player in their right mind would sacrifice all of that?"
The undead vendor's glowing eyes burned brighter as it tilted its skull slightly, as if mocking Alex.
