When Canaan stumbled her way to the Psychedelic Hut, she realized that she was not the first to arrive.
In the cramped wooden hut, Canaan saw three water-type half-blooded demons and a ferocious three-headed crocodile.
Canaan thought that since it was late, it might be at the back of the queue. However, who would have thought that as soon as it entered, it would hear a pleasant voice say, "Beautiful lady, are you also a guest here to participate in the experience?"
Canaan nodded subconsciously, then looked across. The one who spoke should be the owner, but she did not know which race he was … Eh?
Canaan carefully sized up the young man who was smiling brightly. Did she see wrongly? Those pitch-black pupils represented the characteristics of the abyssal natives.
Eh?! The owner was a native of the abyssal natives?
While Canaan was still shocked by this fact, the owner opposite her smiled and said, "That's great. Including you, we'll have the minimum configuration of five people. By the way, we only accept payment before the experience. As the first six guests, I'll only accept two hundred demon gold coins."
Canaan was actually still surprised by the owner's identity as a native. It was only when the owner opened his hand in front of her that she realized that he was collecting money.
When she learned that the price was two hundred demon gold coins, Canaan's shock at the owner's identity turned to confusion at the price.
Two hundred demon gold coins was not a small amount. Canaan had lived in Rasudran for almost ten years, but she had only saved about three hundred demon gold coins. She was a little hesitant to accept two-thirds of the price.
After a while, Canaan realized that the other demons did not seem to have any objections to the price. Was she the only one who thought that it was too expensive? She raised her head and looked at the other demons. They all looked very calm, but the three-headed crocodile kept looking at the back window. Was it her imagination? Why did it feel like the three-headed crocodile was trembling?
"What do you think? If you don't participate this time, you won't have this benefit. If you want to experience it next time, you'll have to pay the original price of three hundred demon gold coins. "
The owner's words still made Canaan hesitate.
At this moment, footsteps sounded from outside again.
"Another customer. If you don't make a decision, then you won't be able to enjoy the benefits this time." The owner's voice echoed in Canaan's ears.
Canaan glanced at the half-blood demons beside her, and then at the little demon walking into the shop. At this moment, she recalled the scene of her being humiliated by the snake-tailed demon, as well as the Milky Way that glowed with blue light in the sky.
"Alright!" In the end, Canaan decided to take a gamble. He took out two bags from the natural pouch on his arm.
When the bag landed on the table, it made a metallic clanking sound.
Canaan still wanted to give it a try. Even Prapa had a breakthrough, so why couldn't he? It didn't have the bloodline of Little Demon Nether Float in its body, but an Ocean Demon!
"Alright, as the sixth customer of my shop, you can enjoy a discount of 200 demon gold coins." The shopkeeper smiled as he accepted the two bags full of demon gold coins. He then turned to look at the little demon that came in later.
This was a small floating demon with green spikes all over its body. Its name was Poison Spike Demon.
"Sir, welcome. Are you also here to participate in the experience? That's great, with you, we'll have a total of six. Our price is 300 demon gold coins. "
The shopkeeper seemed to be a man of his word. He immediately returned the price to 300 demon gold coins for the new Poison Spike Demon. This made Canaan and the other demons who had paid earlier feel a little better.
However, the new Poison Spike Demon didn't buy it. It had heard at the door that the previous batch was 200 demon gold coins. Why did the price increase when it was its turn?
Most importantly, the person in front of it was just a native, yet he dared to be so impudent to it.
Anger rose in the Poison Spike Demon's heart, but it didn't consider that it wasn't the only demon in the shop. There was also a three-headed crocodile, but it was also obedient.
When the Poison Spike Demon showed off its superiority and mocked the shopkeeper, its fate was already sealed.
Under the pitying eyes of the three-headed crocodile, the Poison Spike Demon was grabbed by a dark-skinned woman and thrown out of the window.
The three-headed crocodile blocked the view outside the window because it was too big. Now, Canaan could clearly see that outside the window was … a complete mess. Corpses were everywhere.
The three-headed crocodile turned around and whispered to the half-blood demon beside it, "I almost did it too. Luckily, I had sharp eyes and took a look outside the window."
Canaan finally understood why the customers around her didn't say anything. They were not calm at all. They were too scared to say anything.
"Since there are no new customers, only the five of you can go in together. Get ready, your experience is about to begin. I hope you'll be satisfied with this trip." The shopkeeper mumbled to himself, "Five is a bit of a loss. Maybe next time, let's gather ten and do it again?"
In her daze, Canaan felt that she had arrived at a place where every cell in her body was jumping for joy — the sea.
However, this sea was different from what she had seen before. It was an ocean that was brewing a storm.
…
Angor rubbed his dizzy head. The Poison Spike Demon was covered in poison from head to toe. Even when it spoke, it would release a faint poisonous mist. It wasn't deadly, but as a human, Angor still felt uncomfortable.
While the first batch of customers were busy trying out the Ocean Rhythm, Angor took out a bottle of antidote. He didn't drink it. Instead, he sniffed it and felt a little better.
"As expected of a weak human, you don't even have this bit of poison resistance." Unintentionally, Fafnir's ridicule followed soon after.
Angor didn't refute it. Humans were considered the weakest among all intelligent races in the general plane. Wizards also admitted this. This was why so many wizards would replace their body parts. Sometimes, wizards might look like humans on the surface, but when they reverted to their true forms, they looked even scarier than those in horror games back on Earth.
Speaking of transplants, Angor couldn't help but look at the three-headed crocodile who was still immersed in the Ocean Rhythm.
Speaking of which, the three-headed crocodile was one of the most popular bloodlines in the Abyss Plane. According to legend, the three-headed crocodile was an imp, but its bloodline seemed to be related to the three-headed hellhound, which was one of the strongest demons in the world. As it turned out, the two bloodlines were quite different in strength, but they did seem to be related to each other. After transplanting the three-headed crocodile's bloodline, the success rate of transplanting the three-headed hellhound's bloodline would be significantly higher.
The three-headed crocodile's bloodline was so popular that it was almost wiped out by humans. Some wizards even wondered if it had already gone extinct. Angor didn't expect to see such a creature in Rasudran.
"I heard the three-headed crocodiles were almost wiped out by humans. What? Are you planning to attack it when it's unprepared?" Fafnir's voice came. He sounded a little excited when talking about fighting and killing.
Angor shook his head. The three-headed crocodile was valuable, but he had plenty of ways to earn magic crystals. There was no need to put up a "scam" sign on the first day of opening.
"I'm just thinking. What if all the customers are this big, or even bigger? What should we do then?" Angor frowned. He didn't mind the small size of the shop since he wouldn't be able to stay for long. But now there were more customers, and demons of different sizes, how should he handle them?
"You're not worried about customers now?" Fafnir remembered that this human was still thinking about how to open a new channel to make money.
"There will be customers. And just like Night said, there will be more and more."
Angor was very confident now. He already knew that Prapa was helping them advertise the shop. The Aroma of Wine was indeed scary. But what if someone took the initiative to advertise it to others?
Angor couldn't do that before because his identity would be easily exposed, and Fafnir wouldn't do that either. So all he could do was wait for customers to take the bait.
Now that Prapa was helping him, he actually gained popularity. Once these customers experienced the experience, they would know that it was worth the money.
With more customers, even if Angor didn't advertise, as long as there was another "phenomenon" like Prapa, there would be curious demons, and the problem would be solved.
Even if there was no phenomenon like Prapa, as long as a demon who experienced the experience changed a little, other demons nearby would notice it and find the "illusion" hut.
Therefore, Angor believed that the problem of customers was going in the right direction.
However, it was hard to say if he could reach the point where he could earn enough demon gold coins in a short time. In order to achieve this goal as soon as possible, Angor set the price as high as 300 demon coins.
After all, he already wrote a rule on the door: [The shop will not receive repeat customers. Experience only once. Take care. ]
Angor wanted to get as much as he could, so he had to set a higher price.
In order to get more customers, Angor decided that after this batch of customers finished their experience, he would enclose the backyard. If there were bigger demons, they could just sit on the ground and enjoy the experience. But for privacy, it was better to set up an illusion.
While Angor was thinking, one of the half-blood demons slowly opened its eyes.
When it woke up, it was confused for a moment, as if it couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion.
It wasn't until it sensed the vigorous water energy inside its body that it came back to its senses and showed a joyful expression.
It was still feeling sad about being "blackmailed" for 200 demon coins. But it didn't expect to get such a great reward! Not to mention the increased affinity with water, what made it feel the most wonderful was some kind of indescribable enlightenment.
It couldn't explain the benefits of this enlightenment in a short time, but it could feel that it would bring great changes to its control over its own energy in the future.
It couldn't even control its emotions anymore. When it looked at the local shop owner who made its teeth itch, it felt more grateful.
"Quiet." Angor put a finger on his lips and whispered, "You can leave now, or wait for them to finish and leave together."
It looked around at the other demons who were still experiencing the experience and decided to stay for a while. It already improved a lot, and it wanted to see how the other demons were doing.
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