Noah was in such a good mood that he took another bowl and scooped into the wok once more, his movements carrying the casual generosity of someone who possessed resources- someone rich! ๐๐ง๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐.๐ฌ๐ค๐ถ
He looked toward Alexander with a smile.
"Brother," he said, "you seem like you will have very difficult people around you to deal with in the near future. So take this to ease some of your stress."
He gave a sidelong glance toward Royal Law Tristesse as he said this, the gesture so casually insulting that it transcended normal disrespect and became audacious!
Tristesseโs smile grew even more brilliant at the implied insult. She laughed.
"Haha, you arrogant fuck," she said, her voice maintaining that same dangerous sweetness. "Man, what is going on these days?"
She shook her head while breathing in and out with the careful rhythm of someone trying to control themselves. Every exhale carried with it the promise of destruction held back by will alone!
Alexander moved forward to accept the bowl that Noah offered. When he arrived before the improvised throne, Noah gave him a simple nod.
"Actually," Noah said, "do you want one of the entire woks?"
His words sent many in the crowd reeling, their consciousness struggling to process the magnitude of what was being offered.
An entire wok!
Alexander looked at him with the careful assessment of someone trying to understand motivations. After a moment of contemplation, he silently nodded, his acceptance carrying the weight of trust.
"All right, you can take one," Noah said.
He offered an entire wok radiating profound waves of power, its contents blazing with authority that made reality itself want to bow in acknowledgment!
A brilliant Enneagram shone on Alexanderโs chest as he accepted the gift, the geometric pattern pulsing with power as both the bowl and the massive wok disappeared into the spatial storage that his power had carved into his very existence.
Noah then floated forward one of the two remaining woks, scooping another generous portion into a fresh bowl before turning his attention toward Seraphina Valorheart.
The young Law stood transfixed, her consciousness still struggling to process what she was witnessing.
"Remember," Noah said, offering her the bowl with a smile, "I am still cheering for you. So do your hardest to win over someone like this."
He nudged his head toward Alexander as he said this.
Seraphina walked forward in a stupor, her consciousness overwhelmed by the magnitude of the gift she was receiving. The bowl felt warm in her hands, pulsing with power that spoke to advancement beyond her wildest dreams!
This entire sequence of actions sent waves of astonishment and rage through those observing the exchange.
So far, Noah had traded a single bowl of his wondrous treasure for a radiant herb from the Doorways of the Loom...a transaction that, while generous on his part, at least resembled normal commerce.
But after that? He had given away an entire massive wok freely, followed by another bowl while making comments that bordered on the nonsensical.
Noah watched the party disappear into the crowds of Aeternitas Concordia with a smile that carried layers of amusement and satisfaction.
Yet his attention wasnโt solely focused on their departure...he had also noticed a few Prime Living Existences who had begun eyeing Alexander and his party with the calculating hunger of predators who had spotted what they considered easy prey.
Noah laughed silently at this display of Existential stupidity!
If anybody was unlucky and stupid enough to actually ambush Alexander while he was protected by an unstable Royal Law Tristesse who was already struggling to control her impulses... well, it would be their funeral!
Literally and completely, with no possibility of resurrection.
As for himself? He was simply a humble merchant, conducting business in the greatest marketplace available so far.
He tapped on his obsidian crown that lay languidly above his head, feeling the terrifying might of Yoshinami pulsing within its crystalline structure.
The Crown of Inevitable Retribution waited with patient hunger, ready to deliver True Death to anyone foolish enough to attack him with lethal intent.
If anyone did choose to assault him, he found himself hoping that it would be a powerful Honored Living Existence, or better yet, a Royal, or even a Duke! The more significant their power, the more satisfying their complete annihilation would be, and the grander the Loot!
Attack him...and see what fucking happens.
He reclined on his throne, waiting for the next customer with the patient confidence of a spider that had woven its web across the pathways of existential commerce itself!
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