"You have made the transaction without my permission?" Mag snapped. He was excited, though, as he stared at the sweet, shining strength bag in his head.
"Yes. And I don't want to hear your complaints."
"Oh yeah? What if I told you I don't want to make money anymore?"
"I'd say you are crazy. Money talks. Money makes the world go round. There are many obstacles between you and becoming the God of Cookery, but with enough money in your pocket, you can make them all go away. You cannot survive without money."
"I can survive well enough even if I only work three days a week, don't you think?"
"The next 0.5 strength: 50,000 gold coins! As long as you have enough money, you can slay trolls, demons, dragons! You can kill anything that stands in your way!" The system paused a moment. "Sorry, I got a little carried away."
Mag nearly jumped up from the chair. "50,000?! That's highway robbery!" I have worked so hard to earn that 10,000.
