My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse-Chapter 968 - 966 Customers From Another World Reaching Out

Besides, with so many customers who had already used her products, whether it was the scrolls, the scarlet honey, the spiritual fruits, or others, they knew firsthand how effective they were. Just as Duke had said, even if some were temporarily swayed by fake reviews and bought from other stores, they would instinctively compare the results.

Once they noticed the difference, they would undoubtedly come back and likely be the first to call out the fake reviewer. By then, some might even help her track down the source of the anonymous fake reviews, especially if those leaving them were afraid of being identified.

So instead of worrying about fake reviews or temporary customer dissatisfaction, she knew it was better to focus on increasing her inventory and improving the quality of her products. Quality would always speak for itself. Take her Stamina Booster, for example, yes, similar products could be found in the system mall or in higher-realm shops, giving customers plenty of choices. But that was exactly why improving her own formula was the key.

And it wasn't impossible. She already had the recipe, and in fact, the current version of her Stamina Booster was far better than the one she used to buy from the system mall. She had been receiving more positive feedback lately, too, perhaps because she used Spiritual Spring Water during the creation process, which clearly made a difference.

And speaking of Spiritual Spring Water, she knew she wasn't the only one who could sell it, but when it came to quantity, she had the advantage. 008 had mentioned before that most sellers only had a very small supply because spiritual energy took an extremely long time to condense into water.

It could take years, even decades, much like how spiritual fruits are formed. So anyone who managed to obtain Spiritual Spring Water treated it like a rare treasure.

But she had plenty. And as her territory space continued to evolve, the spiritual energy within the spring only grew denser, increasing the potency of the water. That alone could further enhance the quality of her Stamina Booster.

In fact, she wondered if in the future, she could replace the ordinary water in all her concoctions with Spiritual Spring Water instead. If she did, not only would their quality and effects improve, but there was also a real possibility of gaining additional, unexpected benefits.

Thinking about all these possibilities lifted Kisha's mood, and when Duke saw her smile again, he felt relieved. After handing her some fruit to snack on, he returned to his own work. He placed the clams in a basin of cold water, sprinkled in some rock salt, and left them to purge the sand. Then he began peeling and washing the vegetables, slicing them neatly before setting them aside.

Next, he picked up the peeled potatoes and shredded them into thin strips to make potato pancakes. He wanted to keep himself busy in the kitchen, giving Kisha the space to focus on her own tasks.

Although Kisha never said anything outright, Duke could tell she was keeping certain secrets from him. But he wasn't in any rush to uncover them. He might never learn the full truth, not even in his lifetime, and that was fine. What mattered to him was that Kisha felt his sincerity and his love.

If one day she chose to tell him everything, he would welcome it. But if she didn't, he understood it was only because she wanted to avoid complications… or maybe even protect him. As long as he knew that Kisha loved him, that was more than enough.

While Duke was busy in the kitchen, trying out the recipes he had learned from Hugo and the others, Kisha went back to her Sales Channel. She continued organizing the items she planned to list and started checking the incoming messages.

As for the scolding and rude comments, she didn't even bother responding. Instead, she immediately banned those users from participating in any future bidding or purchasing her products and then blocked them from sending her messages ever again. Her decisiveness was so abrupt and firm that the people on the other end were left stunned, completely caught off guard.

At first, all they could do was rage, while cursing Kisha and hurling angry words from behind their screens. But once the anger faded, regret settled in. They all knew the value of Kisha's products; they had experienced the results for themselves.

Now, being blocked meant losing access to one of their most reliable sources of rare resources, resources they depended on to grow stronger.

Everyone who could access the Sales Channel had a system like 008. They came from different worlds, planes, and realms, each carrying their own destiny. They were considered the "chosen ones" of their respective worlds, geniuses with the potential to surpass the rest. Their advantage came from their systems and from being able to obtain resources far beyond what their worlds could offer.

Yes, there were countless shops in the Sales Channel, billions, even, but how many were like Kisha's? Her store was a treasure trove, the kind that only appeared once in a lifetime. Losing access to it felt like losing a priceless opportunity… and none of them knew what kind of extraordinary products she might release in the future.

And if the customers weren't system users, then the only other ones who could access the Sales Channel were the Gods and Goddesses. But beings like them would never bother opening shops; they already possessed countless treasures in their own realms. If they browsed the Sales Channel at all, it was usually out of curiosity or entertainment.

Because of that, Kisha didn't worry about them. Deities tended to frequent the highest-tier stores anyway. She suspected she had already attracted a few constellations as customers before, but she wasn't sure whether they were powerful, high-tier beings or lower-tier gods from lesser worlds like hers. Either way, they were the least of her concerns right now.

Take her combat-type magic scrolls, for example. Plenty of customers had bought them, and only those who had used them truly understood how different her products were from the rest.

One of those customers, a user named Crusader who had previously purchased Kisha's Lightning Combat-Type Magic Scroll, was the first to step forward and show support.

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[The Crusader: Hello, Merchant. You don't know me, but I bought your Lightning Combat-Type Magic Scroll before, and it saved my life. I even bought a few more, like your Wind and Fire Combat-Type Magic Scrolls, and they're now stored safely in my inventory in case I have to fight those aliens again. Please don't worry about those fake reviews. I'll leave a few more positive reviews to help raise your rating.]

[The Rogue Blender: Hiyo! I just wanted to ask if you could lower the price of the Grade D Spiritual Fruits? I'm having a hard time earning system points right now because the missions my system is giving me are insanely difficult. I've used your Spiritual Fruits before, and they really helped me get stronger. Just a few more, and I think I'll be able to break through.]

[The Rogue Blender: But like I said… I don't have enough system points at the moment. If you're willing to do credit, would that work? I can only afford them at their previous price right now. I'm really sorry if I sound pushy. I'm just in a tough spot. I'm currently fighting the Demon Army, and my team and I are at our limit. Breaking through is our only chance to survive. I hope you can consider it.]

[Merchant's Association of Mingdu: Hello, fellow merchant. We're reaching out to discuss a potential collaboration. Do you have time to talk?]

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Reading through all the messages, a few stood out to Kisha, enough to tempt her to respond. It reminded her once again that the people buying from her came from vastly different worlds. Fighting a Demon Army? That was something she had only ever seen in TV dramas or read about in novels. The realization sent a strange thrill through her.

The user named "The Rogue Blender" had even attached a picture of their current situation. In it, dozens of people huddled together, many of them in terrible condition. Some were missing an arm or a leg, but those were not clean cuts from a blade, but limbs that looked brutally torn off, with bone jutting out while blood soaked the remaining flesh.

Others had their stomachs ripped open, and several wounds were shrouded in thick, black miasma, most likely demonic energy. Because of that corruption, the injuries looked as though they were already beginning to rot.

The people in the picture wore robes of different styles, just like those of the cultivation worlds she had read about in novels. Some wore white robes, now stained red with blood and mud. No matter how long Kisha looked, they all appeared utterly beaten down, their hope fading with every passing moment. Perhaps this was their last chance to turn the tide.