Behind the counter, Vahn's arm sparked.
The barcode blade extended again—sleeker now. Streamlined. Reinforced by code, caffeine, and trauma.
A voice from the ceiling whispered in static:
"System Upgrade: Receipt Arm now accepts Emotion-Based Transactions."
Great.
Gojo tossed a box of mochi on the counter. "Charge it to my unresolved guilt."
Yuno slammed down a love letter soaked in tears. "Take this. And his number."
Ainz offered an orb containing a thousand forgotten timelines. "Apply my loyalty points."
Sukuna? He dropped a heart. Literally. Someone's.
Vahn scanned each item, each soul, each scar.
And then—The system froze.
A message blinked in red:
"CLEARANCE ITEM DETECTED: THE LAST THREAD OF FATE."
Vahn blinked. "Who the hell brought that?"
Silence.
And then she stepped forward.
A new figure. New energy.
Hair like twilight. Cloak of stardust.Eyes burning with divine curiosity and tragedy.
She walked calmly past Sukuna, Gojo, even Yuno.Straight to the counter.
And said,
"I'm here to return something. A name."