Since I couldn't practice martial arts with this frail body, most items from the shop would've been useless to me—likely resold, which could've landed me in hot water.
If that weren't the case, I wouldn't have this cloak.
A cloak that concealed my face and build, insulated against heat, repelled water, resisted cold, and stayed breathable—where else in this martial world could I find something so versatile? In the early days of my transmigration, before meeting my master, when I was trapped in this broken body, I survived by buying the cheapest potions with the points I scraped together. All things considered, the shop had been a lifeline more than a liability.
So, I'd brushed off its oddities with a vague thought: It must be connected to another world. Then I moved on.
"Why aren't you answering?" the woman snapped, pulling me from my thoughts.
What's going on?
Her question about the "Hermit" had stirred something. It really felt like the shop was tied to another world.
