"Who?"
Aeon was shocked at the sudden appearance of the old man because he hadn't sensed him until the old man spoke.
The realization sent a chill down his spine. If the old man had any ill intentions, Aeon would have died before he even knew it.
"Me? I am a Heavenly Merchant who sells things to the God Artifact Users like you in the Simulation Worlds in the [Protect the World] and [Destroy the World],"
The old man said, his voice calm and measured, yet carrying an air of authority.
Seeing Aeon's shocked expression, the old man smiled, the wrinkles on his face deepening as he took a step back before formally introducing himself. "Heavenly Merchant?"
Aeon raised his brows, still trying to process the sudden appearance and the information being thrown at him.
"Yes, and the job of a Heavenly Merchant is to sell things in exchange for the useless items collected in the Simulation Worlds for useful items,"
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