"THIS IS TYRANNY! THIS IS TREASON! YOU THINK YOU CAN DO THIS TO ME, YOU BASTARD?!!? YEAH, I KNOW IT WAS YOU, HANDSOME EMPEROR!!! CURSED BE THY LINEAGE FOR A MILLION YEARS!"
He slammed his desk.
"All the Chronos I spent unlocking videos! I even applied to work at McDonald's to gather the sacred funds! Me! At work at McDonald's! I watched fucking tutorials on how to flip burgers so I don't get fired for my extreme amount of incompetence!"
Then, like a final slap from the gods…
[Awakened Media Platform Notification]
Lapdog of the Empress, Valhalla's Sinners have offered you a refund of 3 Chronos.
His soul cracked.
Three Chronos. That's what he spent, so he got a full refund, but…
He fell back onto the floor, mumbling incoherently under his breath: "I don't need your money, Handsome Bastard! I NEED my Luna videos!"
But his desperate pleas would not be answered.
Furthermore…
*Creak…*
"Oh shit."
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