On a pitch-black, wind-swept night, sticky fungal fluid seeped through the cracks of the paving stones in the Qiányuán Sect Market.
Inside Xianwei Restaurant, Fatty Wang, a Spirit Chef selling wontons, scooped up a ladle of hot broth, at the bottom of which suddenly floated a Chaos currency coin covered in long green mold.
"Bad luck!" He flicked his hand, tossing the copper coin into a dark drainage ditch, but the coin bounced up and bit the cuff of his trousers. The mycelium grew wildly along the fabric, wrapping him into a humanoid money pouch in the blink of an eye.
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