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"Asshole, what the hell is this swill? Why is it so disgusting to drink! Boss, come out here and give me a damn explanation!" At this moment, a furious curse erupted in the tavern.
A burly man stood up from his table, slamming it, his expression fierce and intimidating.
He was flanked by a few underlings, all with a similarly wild and arrogant air about them.
Sure enough, the strongman had every reason to be arrogant, as any discerning eye could tell that he was incredibly powerful, being at the initial stage of Transcendence.
Being at the initial stage of Transcendence was already a formidable existence.
If he wished, ruling a planet was well within his reach.
Hearing the curse, the shopkeeper immediately walked out from the back.
"What seems to be the problem, sir? If there's anything not to your liking, just tell me, and I'll change it right away," the shopkeeper said.