The Omnistore System



"Seems like they're thriving," Kevin commented, his gaze fixed on the group gathered outside an elegant wooden building. The place radiated a vintage charm akin to historical inns, earning the name Pishu Inn.

Entering with a smile, he approached the beautiful receptionist and inquired about the meeting room's location. Following her directions, Kevin made his way to the room, noting its luxurious ambiance – a marked difference from the inn's initial rooms.

Having been guided, he stepped in and was met by a group of five people. Among them was Samira, the woman he'd spoken to on the phone earlier. The rest comprised two muscular women, one of whom stood out prominently. Her golden hair flowed freely down her back, adding an air of untamed allure to her figure. Despite the slightly disheveled hair, her tall and strong physique, combined with sharp facial features, granted her a unique and captivating beauty.

"Mr. Morrison, right this way," Samira beckoned as she spotted Kevin.

Offering a courteous smile, he acknowledged her and then turned his attention to the other individuals. This group clearly contrasted with the initial one, dressed impeccably. Sitting beside Samira was the striking woman with golden hair, complemented by a man whose appearance matched the overall aesthetic. With his dark purple hair mirroring Samira's, Kevin's curiosity was piqued regarding their connection. 'Perhaps related? That could complicate things…' he speculated, realizing the differing interests the two parties held in his product.

Realizing that Samira likely had a connection to one of them, Kevin contemplated the potential implications. If he favored one over the other, it could strain their relationship. However, given their limited interactions, he pondered, 'Does it truly matter after just two meetings?' His fanny pack served as a constant reminder of the profits he was aiming for.

Focused on his financial goals, Kevin entered the room and exchanged greetings with Samira. "How have you been, Miss Smaira?"

She reciprocated his handshake with a smile. "I've been well, Mr. Morrison."

Turning her attention to the tall woman, Samira introduced her as "Miss Keyana, Head of the Kamiyo Hunting Party."

"Hello, Mr. Morrison. Let's hope our negotiations are fruitful," Keyana said, extending her substantial hand.

Kevin couldn't help but admire her captivating appearance, even with her wild demeanor. As her hand extended, a playful notion crossed his mind, 'I wonder if she could grip my whole penis with one hand.' Suppressing his inner amusement, he greeted her with professionalism. "Likewise, Miss Keyana."

Moving on, Samira introduced the men in the group, though her smile dimmed slightly. "This is Kyle Benvar, the other party interested in your product."

Kyle approached Kevin with a reserved smile, a touch of weariness evident. "Hello, Mr. Morrison. I hope our offer intrigues you in exchange for your potions."

"I'm certainly hoping for that too," Kevin replied, shaking Kyle's hand.

Greeting the gathering, Kevin took a seat next to Samira, positioned opposite them. He briefly surveyed the people standing behind the main negotiators – the muscular woman had an assistant whose build matched her own, both tall and well-built. Their fiery red hair and determined expressions caught Kevin's attention.

Similarly, the handsome young man was accompanied by a professional-looking woman, presumably his secretary.

Noticing Kevin's glance, the man decided to initiate a conversation. "I must admit, I expected a seasoned businessman selling this precious potion. Yet, you're rather young, Mr. Morrison. No offense intended."

"None taken, Mr. Benvar," Kevin responded with a polite smile.

The man smiled in return before getting straight to the point. "Mr. Morrison, I prefer directness. So, I'll get to it – I'm willing to pay you 2 million for each potion."

Kevin wasn't taken aback by the straightforwardness, although he had hoped for some more tactical negotiation strategies. He had taken a 30-minute lesson on negotiations while traveling here. Despite the enticing offer, Kevin couldn't accept it, even if he wanted to. With a courteous smile, he gently shook his head and replied,

"It appears that you didn't thoroughly review the conditions before coming here, Mr. Benvar."

"I did, Mr. Morrison, but I can't offer you a cultivation technique in exchange for them, despite their value to foundation-level cultivators. They can easily acquire such potions through auctions or from alchemists," the man responded.

"If it's as simple as that, why doesn't Mr. Benvar just go to those sources and purchase them, and allow me to buy these?" the muscular woman interjected, offering a knowing smile toward the handsome man, whose annoyance was thinly veiled in his gaze.

Turning her attention back to Kevin, she posed a question. "Kevin, can I call you that?"

Kevin nodded in agreement.

"Well then, Kevin, I'm interested in buying your product and am prepared to offer you a cultivation technique in return. However, I need a larger quantity of the potion," Keyana stated.

The handsome man pondered, his thoughts swirling. 'How could a child like him possess a larger quantity? He must have obtained them from somewhere, likely unable to use them, hence the decision to sell.' With that assumption in mind, he stood up abruptly. "Mr. Morrison, or should I say, Kevin, this is my final offer: 2.2 million units for each potion, or I'm walking away."

Hearing the proposal, Kevin's heart raced, and though his face maintained an unpleasant smile, he declined, "Mr. Benvar, I can't..."

Kyle, paying no heed to Kevin's response, abruptly left the room, leaving everyone shocked and Kevin with a pang of hurt. 'See, system? They're willing to pay much more, and yet you're selling them for a measly 300,000 units. Just raise the price already.'

However, the system remained silent, while Samira took it upon herself to break the silence. "Please accept my apologies for my younger cousin's behavior; he's not in the right state of mind. Please, proceed with the negotiations."

Unfazed, Keyana continued. "As I mentioned earlier, can you provide us with a larger quantity of the potions?"

Kevin took a moment to consider. He could easily create more potions by combining resources, but doing so would reveal that he possessed the means to produce this highly valuable resource on demand. This revelation might lead to him being used for this ability. After a moment's thought, he looked at Keyana and inquired, "If you don't mind sharing, could you explain why you're in need of these potions?"

Keyana glanced at the woman standing behind her, her eyes reflecting a hint of sorrow. She let out a sigh before speaking.