Cthulhu Grocery Store

The master who made an appointment with Shendai Wugu finally came to the door for repairs around noon. He worked hard for half an hour and finally replaced the new door lock.

"If it wasn't for your rush, I really wouldn't want to come here." The master smoked a cigarette, "I heard that people in the streets around here had the same strange dream last night, dreaming that they turned into monsters or something .”

"Huh? Dreaming?"

"Ah, it has become a topic on the Internet, don't you know?"

Shendai Wugu scratched his head: "Well, I slept very well last night."

"Well, maybe it's just a rumor. The recent media will write about anything that attracts attention, regardless of whether it's true or not. It's really annoying." The master looked disdainful.

Shendai Wugu just smiled awkwardly, and echoed a few words...

After changing the door lock, Kamidai Wugu continued to open the store, and a new customer walked into the store not long after.

The customer had a rare short hair with rose-pink spots, and he froze in place when he walked into the store.

Shendai Wugu took the initiative to speak out: "Welcome to our store, what do you need?"

"I, I..." The pink-haired youth trembled all over, and wanted to say something several times, but he still couldn't say it accurately.

Could it be a guest with a special expression disorder?

Shendai Wugu slowed down his voice, trying to be gentle and patient: "Please don't worry, take your time and tell me what you want?"

what do you want...

what do you want......

Diablo seemed to be bewitched by the devil, and the fear and madness dissipated for a short time.

He has been called a child of the devil since he was a child, because his biological mother was an unforgivable murderer. He was born in prison. No one can tell the origin of his biological father, not even his mother. I don't know, because there is clearly no man in that women's prison!

Because of this, he was regarded as the child of the devil, and even took the name Diablo, which means devil in Italian.

After being born in prison, Diablo was adopted by a priest, but his life experience has become a topic that people talk about. His gaze never stopped during Diablo's growth.

Diablo hates being exposed to people's eyes, hates the mother who gave birth to him, and even hates this background and everyone around him, just as the name Diablo predicted, there is no doubt in his heart There lives a demon, a demon full of greed and destruction.

After burning down the church to erase his past, Diablo has been thinking about how to gain power and power.

At this moment, he walked into the store.

Of course, the horrible scene in the store also caused a huge shock to him, but the moment the gray mist man opened his mouth, greed overcame fear, and Diablo's powerful spiritual power temporarily overwhelmed the panic in his heart, and he suddenly realized this. Maybe it's an opportunity!

"I want...to gain power..." Diablo was surprised by the hoarse and dry voice when he said it.

Age of Gods Wugu:? ? ?

Ah, another senior middle school illness?

Seeing that his clothes are quite normal, I didn't expect that he is also a Zhai. He has really suffered from a lot of secondary illnesses in the store recently.

Shendai Wugu slandered in his heart, but on the surface he still didn't change his face.

Since he had entertained similar guests last time, he was considered to be experienced, so he calmly led Diablo to a small shelf specially opened for him.

These are the special attack props he purchased specially for the second disease. Simply put, they are some 'magic books' with magic circles on the cover, unsheathed 'demon knives', masks with strange things sealed... Of course, All are props that look like the same thing.

"Please let the customer choose the things here. Power will choose the one that suits him." Shendai Wugu said in a low voice, with a calm expression on his face. He is no longer the store manager who would make himself shy in order to cooperate with the secondary patients. !

Ms. Yuko is right, you still need to use different postures and methods to deal with different guests.

Leaving a special sentence for the second grade, Shendai Wugu left in a cool manner, heh, it is not in vain for him to spend so much time on the second grade quotes.

The me just now has a bit of Miss Yuko's mysterious aura, right?

Proud jpg.

Diablo bowed his head respectfully, not daring to look directly at the departing gray mist man, his hands trembling extremely slightly.

Not just scared, but excited.

From his point of view, these "demon swords" and "magic books" all exude extremely mysterious and powerful magnetic fields, which are strange and dangerous, but full of great opportunities.

Finally, following his inner guidance, he picked up a box of five arrows.

Each of the arrowheads in the box is different, shining golden light, and one of them is engraved with the imprint of a beetle.

Glancing at the other items with nostalgia, he finally restrained the greed in his heart.

No, don't be greedy, he may not be able to pay more!

Diablo only knows that this is a shop, but he doesn't know what it sells, and he doesn't know what price he needs to pay, maybe it's his life, his life...

But he has no choice, if he doesn't buy anything like this, maybe he will be directly reduced to nourishment.

There is no need to doubt, will those disgusting monsters in the store let him come and visit and leave without paying anything? !

Diablo took a deep breath, took the box and walked slowly to the counter, his voice trembling: "I want... this, what do I need to pay?"

The gray mist man took the box, let out a beep, and said under Diablo's uneasy eyes, "Chenghui, 4000 yen."

円？

Diablo was stunned, and subconsciously asked, "Can I use lire?"

God Dai Wugu is also confused, why don't you come to Japan to change banknotes?

……

Finally Diablo walked out of the shop after paying all the money on his body, holding the box of arrows in his hand.

"Actually... just pay those coins?"

Diablo was a little dazed, and looked back at the door of the store, but was horrified to find that the original site of the store was empty!

He shivered, and immediately left the spot, holding the box carefully in his arms, looking around like a thief, and left immediately when no one noticed him.

When he came to a place where no one was around, Diablo took out five arrows and was about to examine them carefully when his fingers hurt.

He lowered his head to look carefully, only to realize that one of his fingers had been cut!

Diablo didn't have time to react, and the tricky pain immediately swept through his nerves, his eyes were blurred, and murmurs of unknown meaning filled his ears.

It took a while for the pain, hallucinations, and auditory hallucinations to subside.

A strange, red-and-white, strong humanoid appeared from behind him, and in that split second, Diablo immediately understood what he was and what he was capable of.

Delete time!An invincible ability!

"Heh, heh, hahahaha!" Diablo couldn't restrain his ecstasy any longer.

Diablo, demon.

Isn't this a perfect name!

If the name destined him to walk into this devil's shop and gain power, wouldn't that suit him?

In the past, Diablo hated his name very much, because it represented an unknown past, but after going to that shop, he didn't think so.

He felt that the name was an omen of his destiny, and that he would be Diablo, the man destined to become the Dark Emperor of Italy!