He slid open a reinforced drawer beneath the counter. Inside, nestled on a bed of shredded ISO-8, were seventeen identical 3-Star Groots. Same signature level. Same dupe count. Same pathetic stats.
“So how do you sell Champions in the Contest?” Kael leaned forward, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “You don’t sell the stats. You sell the potential for a story . The upset victory. The complete collection. The secret synergy that only you understand.”
Kael would lean over his counter, his single cybernetic eye glowing, and tap a yellowed datapad. “That’s what Kabam wants you to think. I’m talking about selling .”
Kael sold the Groot. Again.
“Ah.” Kael smiled, revealing a row of vibranium-capped teeth. “Because you’re not selling Groot . You’re selling the story .”