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In a world where "Treasure World Online" (TWO) is the most popular game, players can find artifacts, treasures, and rare items that can be sold for real money. The game was created by a mysterious genius developer, and millions of people play it to get rich.

Our protagonist is completely broke. He dreams of playing TWO to escape poverty but can't afford the game. One day, he accidentally wins the lottery—but before he can enjoy his new wealth, he gets scammed, leaving him with only a little money. In frustration, he spends his last savings to buy the game.

But something weird happens. Instead of the normal version, he gets a secret Beta Version of TWO, which has:

Exclusive content that no other player has access to.

Unreleased hidden quests, NPCs, and secret locations.

A mysterious system that gives him strange "luck-based" abilities.

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I swept the floor with the enthusiasm of a prisoner on death row.

Dust rose in the air as I dragged the broom across the wooden planks.

> Me (internally): "All I wanted was to buy some silk and go back. Now I'm basically this elf's unpaid worker."

The little flat-chested elf sat behind the counter, pretending to keep an eye on me.

In reality, he was dozing off, arms folded, head bobbing.

> Me: "You don't even have customers! Why did Lora recommend this place? It's like an abandoned shop."

His ear twitched, but he didn't wake up.

> Me (internally): "I swear, once I hit level 90+, I'll make sure to pay back what this little tyrant has done to me."

I kept cleaning and decided to break the silence.

> Me: "So, since I'm stuck here, what's your name?"

> Me: "No, no! Just… uh… you look kinda young. How old are you?"

> Me (internally): "Wait. Oh, crap."

Eve's hand shot out like lightning—

For the third time today, my cheek burned with pain.

> Me: "WHY?! I JUST ASKED A QUESTION!"

> Eve's: "Don't ask a person's age. Especially an elf's."

I rubbed my now-permanently sore cheek, muttering under my breath.

> Me (internally): "Okay, noted. Don't ask the elf's age, or you'll regret it."

After what felt like an eternity of sweeping, I glanced at the Lovy Clock.

> Portal Appearance: 3 hours, 17 minutes.

> Me (internally): "Ugh, still three hours?!"

Just as I was about to complain out loud, the door suddenly slammed open.

A huge man entered, muscles bulging, dressed in battle-scarred armor.

His boots thudded heavily against the wooden floor as he stomped toward the counter.

> Me: "Oh crap, this guy looks like he's here for a fight."

He reached the counter and slammed his fist down, rattling the shop.

> Man: "Eve's! How long has it been?! Have you finally made up your mind?"

> Eve's: "I don't want any trouble, Sack. Leave."

> Me (internally): "Sack? That's his name? Sounds like a guy who gets beaten up often."

> Sack: "Tch! Don't act like you can ignore me forever!"

Without warning, he unsheathed a sword and pointed it straight at Eve's.

> Me (internally): "Oh crap. He's serious."

Before I could react, a sharp gust of wind filled the room.

Sack's body lifted off the ground and was launched out the window!

The glass shattered, sending shards flying as Sack's body crashed into the street outside.

I turned my head slowly toward Eve's.

The little elf was now wide awake, standing behind the counter, his hand outstretched.

The air around him shimmered with faint, green energy.

> Me (internally): "Holy crap. Wind magic?"

Sack groaned, staggering back to his feet outside.

> Sack: "D-Damn you, Eve's! I'll be back! Just you wait!"

> Eve's: "Yeah, yeah. Talk all you want. Now leave."

Sack limped away, still cursing under his breath.

I turned back to Eve's, who was already back at the counter, yawning.

> Me: "You just threw a guy out the window… and you're going back to sleep?"

> Eve's: "It's not my problem anymore."

He lazily pointed at the shattered window.

As I picked up the broken glass, my thoughts were racing.

> Me (internally): "So this is the power of elves… No wonder they're feared. And I'm stuck working for one."

Day 2.6 the Little Elf Tyrant