The next morning Izo sleepily wakes up as her phone begins to ring. Groggily, Izo answers the phone and says, “Hello?”

“What happened last night!” Sara unhappily growled.

“It was just terrible. Some dumb girl spilled her drink on me and then I got food poisoning and had to come home,” Izo partially lied in reply.

“It was really that terrible?” Sara suspiciously asked.

“Yeah,” Izo mumbled back.

Sara feels guilty and says, “Oh I so sorry Izo. On the bright note, a dungeon was discovered outside of Emerald City. I’ll talk to later after Sara hangs up leaving Izo to blankly stare at her phone in a sleepy haze. Just like a terrible drunken night hangover, suddenly, the memories of last night come pouring back. Resisting the urge to swear, Izo sit’s up in bed and hastily open’s the menu tab. Izo almost chokes as she reads the number of visitors in the dungeon, but sighs a bit with relief at only seeing very few individuals in comparison making it past the 2nd-floor guardian.

Resisting the urge to swear, Izo unhappily purchases more pendants just in case and has them delivered directly to the Temple Altar. Glancing at her inbox, Izo discovers a message and opens it up.

A God’s item has been discovered nearby!

Would you like to collect it?

Please say, “Yes or No?”

Izo uneasily says, “Yes.” Suddenly a golden apple with a single bite appears out of nowhere and drops onto the bed. Izo eyes the golden apple as her sluggish mind tries to think. A golden apple, now where had she heard that before? The only word that came to mind was Troy.

Izo almost chokes with horror as her face turns pale. The golden apple which had caused the entire Greek world to fight over a single woman, Helen of Troy. But even more deadly that single golden apple had even bought the God’s into the mix of battle.

Like Hell, she would hold onto that poisoned apple. It was basically a time ticking bomb in the works. And she wasn’t about to end up like Paris with one’s entire kingdom destroyed, and their body hung out to dry.

Izo hurriedly goes to the god market tab and clicks on items for trade. Izo grabs the apple and puts the apple into the God Trading System and which to her vast relief Izo sees the apple disappear from her hand and into the system. Izo writes a careful disclosure statement that says, “Trading an almost perfectly unblemished Apple of Discord for a useful item. Please make an offer.”

Izo nods in satisfaction and almost closes the trading when an anonymous buyer replies, “Amor of Eisenhardt for trade?”

Izo rapidly types back, “What are the stats?”

A swift ding reply says, “Just click on the item icon to view the stats. “

Izo does as she is told and clicks on the icon. Izo stares at the giant armor that looks bad ass and covers the users face making them appear to only have glowing eyes. If Izo wore it she would totally look like a badass, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing on the battlefield.

Izo stops drooling over the armor and quickly checks the stats of the armor.

Armor of Eisenhardt (Legendary)

Armor made by a God of Chaos for their envoy.

Strength SS, Dexterity A, Resistance SS, Magic Power B, &Vitality SSS

Passive Skills:

Vine Devourer - when in battle every successful attack made by the wearer allows the wearer to heal up to 15% health by stealing health from their enemies.

Thorn Slash – when in battle the thorns on the armor activate and reflect up to 10% damage at their enemies.

Armor Self-Repair: Armor cannot be fully destroyed beyond 75% physical status and will repair itself fully after 10 or more days. Repair time is dependent fully on the extent of the damages made to the armor.

Izo narrows her eyes suspiciously at the armor. Why would anyone be willing to trade such a good armor for a measly apple? Oh, right, said Apple can be used on the Gods.

Izo ponders for a moment on whether to accept or not as she tries to not to drool over the amour. Because she really did need a good armor, but she didn’t want to hand anyone the item that is equivalent to that of a bomb in the God world.

After debating for some time, Izo decides that she was now the minor god of Lunacy. So, giving someone, a bomb wouldn’t be out of the question or out of character with her image. Besides, what was the worst that could happen?

Izo’s fills in the blank of said image. Rethinking the situation, Izo reevaluates the value of the amour. Though priceless on a mortal world it was merely a mortal world item versus what she was trading was a god level item. And Izo hadn’t been born yesterday, she knew when she was getting the shaft end of the deal.

After a second, Izo carefully types the anonymous buyer a carefully worded message, “This is a god level item so either add the difference in God Coins’ or add another item of value to the trade.”

The anonymous buyer types a carefully worded reply, “Fine. I’ll throw in a million god coins to even the value.”

Izo almost jumps for joy, but carefully controls herself and checks the value of God items in comparison. After a second, Izo replies, “Throw in another 2 million god coins and you’ve got yourself a deal. We both know this is worth a lot more than what I am asking for. But I’m purposefully lowering the price for you as you are my first customer. I expect a raving review and to have my trade Id spread around.”

The anonymous buyer replies, “Fine, I’ll give you a total of four million god coins to have this as a done deal.”

Izo unhesitatingly clicks on the accept trade icon as a message appears.

Trade has been confirmed!

Please check your inbox for your item and all funds will appear shortly in your account.

[Warning: all trades are final!}

Elsewhere in the universe, a God lets out a string of curses upon receiving said, Apple of Discord. The Apple of Discord though was in perfect condition had a small bite taken out of it!

The God is about to complain the system when he rereads the notice for the item description, “-an almost perfectly unblemished Apple of Discord.” The god couldn’t complain given that the description did mention that the Apple of Discord was in good conditions and did disclose that the apple did have a blemish.

Luckily, said God was fabulously wealthy and said the trade was only chump change for him. So, with a dejected sigh, the God puts the apple away carefully making a note to not purchase anything from said seller again. But more importantly next time he would remember to read the fine print before making the purchase. But that’s one get’s for playing with fire, one gets burned or in this case, cheated out of their money.