Miralen closed his eyes as he silently contemplated everything that had happened in the past few minutes.
It was just another random day where the elf who won the recruitment event for the cycle was supposed to drop by his shop and purchase something.
Naturally, he was well aware that this purchase wouldn't be of anything significant, just like it had been for the past several decades and the decades before that and before that.
When was even the last time something significant had been purchased from his shop? He couldn't remember.
His mood became worse as he thought about these things. He let out a deep sigh as he stared at the disastrously bad rank his system shop currently had.
Heck, even shops from newly minted trash tier worlds were doing better than him.
Thanks to the bastard elves his once prestigious family name had lost all of its meanings. They went from riches to rags, now literally standing on their last legs.
