Chapter 3- Journey to the Cash Shop

"All troops..." announced Cold Eye, "Assemble!"

Cold Eye was preparing the formation of the Tauromacis and Taurospears as Crimson Barlog was walking around the army.

"Excellent army formation, Cold Eye," he complimented.

"Well..." he replied, "I've been doing-"

Barlog interrupted, "Alright, prepare yourselves!" He ignored Cold Eye again.

Barlog announced, "This war may be the ultimate war. We will fight with our pride! We will fight for the Cash Shop!" The army stood silent. Barlog was disappointed.

"Come on, guys! Get with your bad side!" he yelled. A Tauromacis in the army raised his hand. "What now?" Barlog answered.

"Umm... what are we supposed to do in the Cash Shop?" As he said the question, the army thought about it and scattered around. "Order!" commanded Barlog. The army was loose.

Barlog shaked his head. "Now what am I supposed to do? I got no army to help me with the Cash Shop! What if there are fiends lurking in there? What will await me?"

Cold Eye sighed, "Why don't you just check and run back? I mean, it's only one click away."

Barlog looked up. "Cold Eye, you're a genius!" he complimented.

Cold Eye felt good about himself. "Well, I don't know about genius, eh-"

"Why don't you go check the Cash Shop?" he asked.

"What? Why me?" he argued.

"Because... I own you," he replied.

Cold Eye sighed, "Fine..." As he blinked away, Barlog just stood there.

"Hmm... wow, Crimson Barlog, you handsome man! I'll defnitely go out with you!" He was talking to himself.

"Hmm... I don't know about handsome, but you are one hot Mushmon, yeah..."

"Back."

"Awugah, wha!" He got shocked as Cold Eye came back, quickly and unexpectedly.

Cold Eye sighed again. "You were talking to yourself, were you?"

"What! No, way! Why would I talk to myself? I think it's boring. And lame," he said.

"Well, I went to the Cash Shop..."

"And?"

"... There was no one there. It's empty and there's bunches of boxes with tags and NX prices. I doubt there will be someone guarding that place," he said.

"Well, good for me! I will be on a shopping spr- wait a minute... are you sure you're not lying to me?"

"Wha?" Cold Eye was puzzled. "I'm your counselor! I never lied to anyone in my life!"

Barlog looked at him with a suspicious face. "Well, just to be sure... I'll check it out and come back real quick. And I better not catch you talking to yourself like me! I mean, er... I'll be back!"

As he clicked away to the Cash Shop, he found himself in a white place...

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!"

Barlog looked around. "Ahh! What was that?"

"A Crimson Barlog! What are you doing here?"

"A Crimson Barlog! Aaaaaaaaaahh! Someone save us!" Barlog screamed. Until he met his common sense.

"Hey... I'm the Crimson Barlog! Wait, why is someone here?"

"Eeeeek! Get away, get away!" she screamed. Barlog spotted a human female almost... you know.

"Aaaaah! Disgusting! Run away!" Barlog clicked away back home. He found himself back at the army assembly hall.

"So..." Cold Eye came to him. "Did you find anything interesting?"

Barlog yelled at him. "You freakin liar! Someone was in there!"

Cold Eye was confused, "What? But I-"

"Now I don't trust you anymore..."

"Does that mean I can quit?" asked Cold Eye, cheerfully.

"Quit? Psshh... I need you!" refused Barlog. "And since you lie to me, how am I supposed to go in the Cash Shop without being harmed?"

Cold Eye sighed, "You can't get hurt."

Barlog rubbed his head. "What are you talking about?"

Cold Eye explained, "While you were eating your slimes and daydreaming, I was researching about this Cash Shop. It seems the Cash Shop is nothing but another dimension to spend off NX Cash for really rare items. You can't get hurt, comfort, or anything you can feel physically."

"Wow, you sneaky ghoul!" he complimented.

"But what that doesn't get me is this. There's always a room for every being. Basically, I went in and no one was there. You said someone was there, right?"

"Yeah... the female was ugly, too. Well, to us," he said.

Cold Eye thought about it. "So... I'm guessing... the room I went to is probably owned by another human... and now making sense."

"Sensei? My master's here!" Barlog cried.

Cold Eye looked at him. "Are you sure you're the evil emperor of Victoria?"

"Yes, I am!" he said.

"Anyway... I think there's only a room for each human being! Yeah, that's it! And they have no dimensional rooms for monsters! Now it all makes sense!"

"Now can we get back to conquering the Cash Shop?" whined Barlog.

Cold Eye grew silent. "... WERE YOU PAYING ATTENTION TO ME AT ALL!"

"Well, I did recall the room thing."

"Okay. So now, all ou have to do is go back and-"

"GO BACK! Are you nuts? What if the person-"

Cold Eye sighed yet again. "The human cannot attack you, once again, my lord."

"Well... now can I go back?" asked Barlog.

"Do whatever you need to. The Cash Shop journey was your idea."

As Cold Eye left, Barlog clicked to the Cash Shop.

"Hello!" he shouted. The place was dead silent.

"Well, time to do-"

"Ah! Now to spend off my new money!" Barlog heard a voice. As he turned, he saw a human looking somewhere.

Oh, no! he thought. I must hide and keep quiet!

Barlog hide behind the boxes as peeked at the human female. How horribly ugly! He thought in his mind.

"Wow, this looks nice. I wonder what will the other guys say," she said. As Barlog cannot bear to look at the human, he somehow had an urge to attack the human. No! I can't fight in the Cash Shop! As he thought, he found something else that amuses him.

The female human was still looking for some cash items. "Hmm... I don't know what to get..." she said, talking to herself. As she walked across the room, she saw something behind her...

"Yo! Sup and welcome to the Cash Shop!" yelled Barlog, trying to act like someone else. The girl got shocked as she saw a big guy in a bling-bling gangsta clothing.

"Umm... hi? And who are you? You can't be here!"

"Yo yo yo, dawg! I was just cruisin' around this place till I find these boxes with some kewl stuff. Say, the name's B-Dawg! Yours?"

"Umm... my name tag is under me-"

"Sup, Under Me!"

The girl sighed, "I mean under me literally."

Barlog looked and read the name, "h071z4ngel? I'll call you H-Homie."

"Okay... please, don't call me that. Just call me Angel," she said.

"Angel, eh?"

"And how did you ever get in here with me? I mean, it's not like two people can be in the same Cash Shop," she said.

Barlog don't know what to say, "Umm... I... uh... hacks?"

"That means you must be... NX hacking!"

"No no no, you got it all wrong!"

"Then what's with you in this room, all those stuff you're wearing, and you being all big! That's really weird, and impossible..."

"Well, it's just... I gotta go, see ya!" Barlog left the room. "Hey! I'm not done with you!"

Barlog found himself again in the same army assembly hall. "Wow, milord! You look awesome!"

It was Cold Eye. "Ugh... Cold Eye..."

"Yes?"

"Remind me not to go back there again."

Barlog and Cold Eye told the army to get Barlog's monster truck ready.

"Well, Cold Eye. With all my hard work and your little, tiny support-"

"Whatever."

"We will be riding this baby soon!" said Barlog, rubbing the monster truck. "And don't forget how awesome I look in this gangsta suit!"

"Looks like we're ready to depart soon, my lord. I'm going to bed," said Cold Eye, leaving the dungeon garage. Barlog slept in the truck.