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[color=cyan] Dubstepp continued to stride through the shopping district. He never took his time to actually explore the city's area. The forest green and blue sky kept his attention plenty. The boy paused and sighed, he became skeptical of what happened a few minutes ago. Screams and pleads were still hearable but they were faint. Those who did not stay were putting time into shopping for materials and such. Dubstepp considered these individuals more mindful of their situation and assumed they can take heavy amounts of stress. 

	Dubstepp was on a thin line. Generally, he felt confused. Did he honestly have the will to pursue one hundred levels with ten thousand individuals? [color=deepskyblue]"9999 now,"[/color] he muttered when he remembered the death of the girl. Shaking his head, he had to think of the chances back then. The girl served a purpose to make a point. Dubstepp might have been the person to take the girl's place; the chances remained as one in ten thousand.[color=deepskyblue]"I guess I'm too lucky,"[/color] Dubstepp wiped his forehead. The teen managed to score a copy of the hottest game and did not become the first death example. 

	Dubstepp whistled and stepped through various stores. He needed to find materials to better survive this game. Looking at the vastness of floor one, he had no idea how he was going to spend his time defeating a hundred more copies. Dubstepp did wish there wasn't a desert level, heat bothered him immensely. Dubstepp shopped around in various stores. He bought a notebook along with a pen for a couple of reasons. [color=deepskyblue]"50 Renn for a pen and paper? Is there a something I should know about the economy?"[/color] Dubstepp found the prices for various items rather ludicrous. He later bought some cloth armor and a wooden staff which could prove useful for his trainer playthrough. The last thing he bought was some recreational items: a dry biscuit and a beanie. Dubstepp loved hat wear. 

	The would-be mage then headed straight for an Inn. He was not particularly interested in resting for the night, the sun was still breaking in nicely. One thing interested the man alone: alcohol. Making a zip line through the service desk and everything else, he headed to the bar. He had not reacted with an NPC before, but he expected the AI to be efficient enough to understand a few words. [color=deepskyblue]"Bartender!"[/color] The man proceeded to slam his fist on the counter. [color=deepskyblue]"I want something that will burn my throat. Whether you call it mead, ale, rum, no-no juice. Just give me it and I'll pay the tab."[/color]

	Dubstepp might be able to cope with the events around him. A little alcohol now and then proved necessary in times of possible death. While waiting, he looked around and noticed he wasn't alone. Spotting two players starting a conversation, he flicked his hand. [color=deepskyblue]"Sorry about that,"[/color] he scratched his neck. The man might have interrupted them by his outbursts. [color=deepskyblue]"I really want to see if this alcohol is legit."[/color][/color]





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