Dragon's Awakening: The Duke's Son Is Changing The Plot-Chapter 136 - 135 - The Special Function.

Raven stared at the number again.

300,000 Divinity Points.

It didn’t matter how many times he blinked—the zeroes still mocked him like they’d just robbed his imaginary bank account and left a sad cookie behind.

"...Windy," Raven typed, fingers trembling like a man about to sell his last kidney.

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Raven:

I, uh... don’t have 300,000 Divinity.

Can I trade a divine artifact instead?

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Windy, however, knew how high the amount was, so she had already guessed that Raven would be selling something, so she replied without delay.

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Windy_Wishbone:

Hmm... it depends on the artifact. What is it?

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Raven scratched his head, sighing like a man about to start a long story.

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Raven:

It’s something... from Grandpa_Hot_Pot.

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...

A silence descended across the screen.

Raven could see the silence.

Even Omnisect, who had been casually vibing on Raven’s arm with his spirit tether, went quiet.

"...You really just dropped that name like you were talking about a friend from algebra class," Omni murmured.

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Windy_Wishbone:

...THE Grandpa_Hot_Pot?

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Her shock and doubt were clear from the chat.

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Raven:

Yes. The top-tier chaotic god. The one with emotional instability and anti-romance energy levels over 9000.

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There was another pause before Windy spoke again.

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Windy_Wishbone:

Raven. Be serious. No one’s ever talked to him. Ever. The guy doesn’t even answer prayers—he just occasionally smites continents.

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She was dubious.

’Understandable,’ Raven muttered.

No matter how friendly he and Windy were, some things were hard to believe.

For her, it would be easier to believe that he was a mortal (which he was) than to accept that he knew Grandpa.

Raven, however, was prepared for this reaction, so he sent a screenshot.

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Raven:

Decide whether you want to believe me after seeing the attached screenshot.

[Screenshot1.jpg]

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Raven sent her the screenshot of his friendliest that had Grandpa_Hot_Pot in it.

He didn’t think she wouldn’t believe him now.

Even Smoke had believed him with this.

Windy didn’t reply for a full minute before her message arrived.

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Windy_Wishbone:

Sorry about not believing you. It was just not something that had ever happened.

Anyway, I believe you now, so tell me, what’s the item?

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Without waiting for even a second, Raven sent the item’s name.

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Raven:

The Crusty Napkin of Dimensional Denial.

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Omni coughed. "Wait—hold up, for real? There was a crusty napkin?! Bro, I thought you were just messin’!"

"...Why would I joke about it?" Raven muttered before he sent the description of the item to Windy.

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The Crusty Napkin of Dimensional Denial.

Type: Passive-Active Artifact

Origin: Crafted by Grandpa_Hot_Pot while crying over spilled soup.

Description: A napkin that absorbs dimensional interference. It can deny teleportation, dimensional slicing, or phasing for up to 3 seconds of anything you can see. It can also forcibly eject beings hiding between dimensions.

Limit: It cannot be used by mortals and cannot be used more than twice a day unless you offer it a really good soup.

Warning: Angering this napkin may attract Grandpa_Hot_Pot’s attention. Don’t be dumb.

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Soon, Windy’s response came.

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Windy_Wishbone:

...Holy mother of Void Waffles.

If this is legit—which it definitely is—then this artifact is worth WAY more than the trade items. We’re talking about, like, 600,000 Divinity at the minimum. Maybe more.

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Raven’s lips quivered.

Tears tried to claw their way out.

But he held.

He was strong.

"...So I’m rich?"

Omni raised a brow. "Temporarily. The same way a squirrel’s rich when it finds a golden acorn on a battlefield."

Fair point.

There was no way he would remain rich when he had a divinity-sucking sword stuck with him.

"Yo! Chill with the friendly fire, man. I ain’t the enemy here," Omni protested, reading Raven’s thoughts, but the guy ignored the sword.

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Raven:

Alright. But don’t give me the remainder. Instead, you can give me a divine artifact of equal value to cover the extra.

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Raven needed as many divine items as he could for his plans with this trade channel.

This trading interface wasn’t going to remain a place he rarely visited once he had enough divinity.

He had plans to make this place his divinity-farming ground.

For that, however, he needed more divine artifacts.

Windy, however, didn’t know that, so to her, it seemed like Raven was doing that so that she wouldn’t have to use her divinity.

It was as if he was doing a favor for her.

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Windy_Wishbone:

Raven... are you sure?

You don’t have to do this for me.

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’Huh?’ Raven frowned at that. ’For her?’

But it took him less than five seconds to realize what was happening.

"She’s misunderstanding my intentions," Raven muttered, "in a good way."

"Yo, hold up—don’t tell me you’re gonna twist that misunderstanding to play her?!" Omni exclaimed as if he really cared about Windy.

Raven, however, shrugged. "I’m not playing her. I’m just not clearing the misunderstanding."

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Raven:

Don’t worry. I don’t need more Divinity right now. I can make do with an artifact.

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There was a pause. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Windy seemed to be thinking about something or searching for an item to send him, and soon her message came.

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Windy_Wishbone:

Alright then. Deal sealed.

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Within a second, Raven received a notification.

Ding!

[Trade Confirmed with Windy_Wishbone.]

[Received:

- Resonant Core Fruit.

- Inheritance of the Hollow Veil.

- Wildheart Symbiot (Beast-Class).

- Magnetide Core Implant.

- Aegis-X NanoCore.

- Divine Relic: Prism Thread Veil.]

Looking at the last item, Raven opened its description.

[Prism Thread Veil:

A divine cloak woven from the threads of light by a lesser goddess of illusion, upgraded by Windy using an anchor shard from a fallen realm. It bends perception, confuses divine senses, and deflects attention from the user.

Condition: Only divine beings can use it.

Bonus: It has an internal pocket that always has snacks.

Rating: Very Cool.]

Raven blinked.

Then he reread it.

Then he collapsed backward on the bed, arms sprawled like a man struck by plot-twist lightning.

"...It has snacks."

Omni gasped. "Aight, I take back everything I was ’bout to say. This right here? This is peak divine drip, man. My sword soul’s out here cryin’ happy tears."

Raven held up the Prism Thread Veil like it was a holy relic.

"Snack cloak. Snack cloak," he whispered reverently.

"You need help," Omni muttered, though his tone agreed.

Still holding the cloak, Raven slowly turned his head to the system list—the five powerful items now part of his inventory.

Power to shake the earth.

Power to erase light.

Power to manipulate metal.

A symbiotic partner that could eat his enemies and give hugs.

An armor that evolved with his growth.

And a cloak with a snack pocket.

He wasn’t just overpowered now—he was stylishly overpowered.

"...Windy’s a legend," he said softly.

Omni smirked. "Bro, you’re about to make gods jealous."

Raven grinned.

"I’m okay with that."

Because from here on out?

Raven Vaise and his wasn’t just going to survive.

They were going to dominate.

However, Raven’s gaze was fixed on the screen as he needed to send the item now.

With a light click, the item was sent to Windy.

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Windy_Wishbone:

Thank you, Raven.

I will never forget this.

So, if you ever get into trouble, send me a message.

I will always be here for you~

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The trade was done, and Raven now had a god in his favor, but his eyes didn’t leave the interface.

He was waiting for something. Still.

"What you waitin’ on now, man?" Omni asked, his tone chill and curious.

"Wait and see," Raven replied, his eyes filled with expectation, and before Omni could ask anything else—

Ding!

[Special function of your trade system activated.]

[Calculating the refund...]

[A 300,000 plot points refund has been added to your plot points.]

"WHAT?!" Omni barked, his imaginary eyes flaring as he felt Raven’s divinity spike. "Yo, what the hell just happened, man?! That surge—where’d you pull that divinity from?!"

[Plot Points: 425,908.]

Raven, feeling giddy all over while looking at the plot points, replied to the sword. "That’s my trade system’s special function."

"Damn," Omni muttered, still reeling. "What’s next, it gives you a 50% cashback or somethin’?"

"How’d you know?" Raven turned to the sword, a brow raised. "That’s exactly what it does."

Omni deadpanned. "...For real?"

"Yeah," Raven nodded, closing the tab and stretching. "On every item I trade or sell, it gives me 50% of its price as a cashback."

"Damn, that’s OP," Omni whistled low, clearly impressed. "But for real, you the only one rockin’ this power, or is this some feature everyone’s hidin’?"

Raven hummed thoughtfully. "Well, I don’t think others have it because the system had said that everyone gets a random unique ability."

"Wait," Omni paused, his imaginary eyes narrowing a bit. "Doesn’t that mean there could be someone out there with somethin’ even nastier than yours? Like, low-key sittin’ on a god-tier cheat code?"

"There could be," Raven nodded. "But that doesn’t concern me. In the trade channel, everyone thinks of their profit."

"True that," Omni pulsed in acknowledgment before silence fell in the room.

That was until Raven decided to jump off the bed, stretching again. "I guess I should call in another meeting. Gotta give out the items that I bought."

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