Amon, The lowest tier disciple in the Insanity Sect

So, my new epic mission was to find toast. Not exactly a demon-slaying quest, but hey, a mission's a mission, right?

The market was a mess. I had never been to this part of the sect before, and it felt like the whole place was one giant maze of stalls selling who-knows-what. There were merchants shouting about "rare potions" and "magical trinkets," and I'm pretty sure I saw a guy trying to sell an enchanted broom that looked suspiciously like it came from someone's attic.

I wandered around for a while, trying to act like I knew what I was doing. I bumped into a few people, knocked over some fruit, and accidentally stepped on a magical lizard that shot sparks at me. I might have yelled. But it was fine. It wasn't dead. Probably.

Finally, I spotted a stall that had a sign with a picture of bread on it. It was toast. Or at least I think it was. I mean, the picture was brown and crispy, and I didn't see any other bread with that much... toastiness? Yeah, this was probably it.

I strolled up to the stall with a grin. "Hey, you! You sell toast?"

The merchant, a grumpy-looking old man with a mustache that looked like it could fight back, squinted at me. "What's it to you, kid?"

"I need some for a mission," I said confidently. "Got any?"

The old man gave me a long, suspicious look. "Why should I sell it to you?"

"Because... I'm on a mission. From Elder Hurky." I added a random title for flair. Maybe it would impress him.

He raised an eyebrow. "Elder Hurky, huh? And you're... what, Rank F?"

"Yup, Rank F! You know, gotta start somewhere. Big things coming my way." I gave him a smile that was supposed to be reassuring, but probably looked like I was trying to sell him something sketchy.

The old man snorted. "Don't expect anything special from me. Toast isn't cheap. One Primvel Stone, kid."

"One Primvel Stone? For toast?! Are you kidding me?" I protested. "I'm poor! Like, really poor. You know what Rank F means? It's basically no money, no power."

The old man just shrugged. "Then get lost. You don't look like someone who can afford it."

I scratched my head, trying to come up with a genius plan to negotiate. "How about... a trade?"

The old man looked bored. "What do you have to trade?"

I pulled out a rock from my pocket. It was just a normal rock, but I was hoping it would look mysterious enough. "How about this? It's got... uh... magical properties. You know, it's rare."

The merchant stared at the rock for a long moment, then sighed. "Kid, just take the toast for free. You're an idiot, but I'm not that cruel."

I blinked. "Wait, seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously. Just... take it and go."

I grabbed the toast so fast that I almost knocked over the whole stall. "Thanks! You won't regret this!"

As I walked away, I couldn't believe my luck. I had just gotten toast for free. If Elder Hurky was impressed by my brilliant negotiation skills, I was basically already promoted to Rank A.