The Unnamed God. I'm really Not a God You Guys!

I'd say such development is cliché, but again it happens IRL too. 

How often do you have a billionaire just chilling in casual clothing getting looked down upon?

Often, I'd say. 

Most people judge others by their appearance. 

Well, some know better. 

Sometimes the argument is that most will try to have an appearance that reflects their personality.

For instance, my lack of care shows that I don't give a fuck haha. 

Still, I feel like people will misunderstand it a lot for me being poor. 

I mean I am, just borrowing influence here. 

I can see the manager-looking guy happily welcoming the guy. 

Calling him family and all. 

A little more and he'd be trying to hug him. 

[So, do I need that guy's permission to buy stuff?]

"R-regrettably." 

Ah, fine. 

I slowly head up to them. 

They seem to be in a heated discussion about something. 

I wait by the side, but that young master guy doesn't seem like he's going to stop anytime soon. 

"*Insert pointless chatter* 

[Hey there, excuse me but I would like to …] 

"How dare you interrupt me!" 

[I just have something to talk with that owner guy. It will only take an instant. You see the thing is …] 

"Has no one ever taught you to respect your betters?" 

What?! 

I simply ignore him and keep going. 

[So here is the thing, I want to buy a few rocks but…] 

"Preposterous! Can you believe this guy?! Not even understanding basic human speech!"

Meh whatever, he doesn't even deserve a glance. 

[I want to buy rocks but…]

"Manager you should expulse this guy from the premises! He clearly is penniless and uneducated!

"

The attendant by the side chimes in happily, apparently in fan-girl mode. 

"Owner, should I drive him outside?" 

"Young friend, are you sure you want to offend this…"

The angry guy continues. 

"It is already too late! There is no way a beggar like you can afford to endure my wrath hehe!"

Is that guy on drugs or something? 

"I will forgive you if you beg for mercy like the dog you are!" 

[What the hell man, you clearly have issues. How are you not enemy with half the city by now?] 

"Hehe, can half the city even afford to be my enemy? I think not!"

[I would actually like to see that. I wonder if we could make that happen. Ring match maybe?] 

"Y-you! How dare you!" 

[Chickening out, are you? Just admit that you are afraid.] 

"*Scoff* Don't you know this wonderful city is no place for barbarous fights! The vermin obey the noble and that is the end of it."

[There is a duel to the death that just happened…]

I pat his shoulder.

[My condolences brother, I now realize that you are retarded. Sorry.] 

"Men seize him!" 

*No reaction whatsoever. *

"*Cough* You are lucky I do not have my entourage today. Still, you better not let me see you!" 

[Why?] 

I know it won't be anything logical, but right now I'm getting curious. 

You know when you meet someone that just makes you wonder: how has no one killed him already?

"Do you even know who I am?!" 

I retort with assurance. 

[Hehe, do YOU know who I am?!]

He goes silent for a second before turning to the manager. 

"Young man, would you kindly reveal your identity? There is only so much suspense an old man like me can take haha."

So he says but he's clearly just middle-aged. 

I look at them confidently. 

[I am …a baker!]

I can hear giggles in the background. 

"Motherfucker! I'll kill you! I'll fuck you up! I'll have you evicted from the city!"

I don't even answer him. 

[So, is he always like that?] 

"Of course not, haha."

The way the manager says it makes me believe it is sometimes worse. 

Right now the guy looks like a mad dog. 

If anything I'd say a miniature poodle or something. 

He keeps going in the background. 

I turn back to the manager. 

[So here is the thing, I want to buy some rocks.] 

He politely answers me.

No proper businessman would be dumb enough to look down on people. 

"Sure, the price depends on the size of the selected rock."

[So, size matters eh?]

"Indeed, there are higher chances of there being valuable materials in the bigger ones."

[Gotcha, right everything will be put on our tab, right?] 

"What do you mean…"

I point to the previous attendant. 

[That guy went to tell you, no?] 

"Ah, you are the VIP guest he told me about?!" 

[I guess?] 

The kid comes nearby. 

"If he can't even get a good service here our family may as well stop the shipments to your place." 

"Wait…you are! It has been so long since we've had such a nice visit! Pardon me for not coming out to get you directly! I hadn't realized that…"

[So, I can pick whatever I want and pay later?] 

"Of course!"

The insults in the back come to a stop. 

Then he asks perplexed. 

"Who are you exactly?!"

[Just a baker, ah also a professional appraiser starting today haha.] 

"Appraiser?!"

[I am good at picking valuable stuff is all.] 

I can see him looking at me in another light. 

Judging me. 

"So your specialty is picking rocks?!" 

[I guess?] 

"It turns out that it is mine too!" 

[Good for you?] 

"Do you dare to challenge me?!"

[Why?] 

"Not to brag but I am one of the few heaven-chosen ones. Anything that I desire happens!"

[…]

"I have the whole world on my side. For the god of luck itself is on my side! Any casual move of mine enough to impress the crowds."

[…] 

"Any casual of my grabs providing me wealth and fame."

[…]

"Not to brag but I have an amazing success rate of 65%! Against me, all are incompetent jokester!"

[…]

"Once again do you dare to try your luck against me?!"

[What are you even talking about? Like seriously.] 

"Hehe, a rock gambling ultimate battle! Whoever has the best profit ratio at the ends takes all!"

[All what?] 

"All the glory! 

[Hum sure?] 

"Haha let's get started!"

Press F for the overconfident young master guy.