So, after getting scammed by the Toast vendor, I decided to steal it instead of buying it. Why waste Primeval Stones when I can take it? I snuck into the market, pretending to browse, then grabbed a toast and tucked it into my robe. No one noticed.
I sprinted to Elder Hurky's quarters, slammed the Toast on his desk, and grinned.
"Look what I got, Elder Hurky!"
He glanced at the flower, then at me. "You stole it, didn't you?"
"Yep," I said proudly. "Why buy it when I could take it?"
Elder Hurky sighed. "Stealing isn't the mark of a Righteous cultivator."
"Righteous? I'm just surviving," I shot back.
He picked up the Toast, inspecting it. "You did get the right one this time.And then he handed me a scroll. This is a recommendation letter. Take it to the records hall. It'll get you into cultivation classes."
My jaw dropped. "Seriously?"
"You've got a long way to go, Amon."
I grinned, clutching the letter. "Thanks, Elder Hurky! I won't let you down. Probably."
As I left, I heard him mutter, "He's going to let me down."
But I didn't care. My journey to greatness had begun. Watch out, world Amon the Genius is coming!