The world is an oyster of possibilities waiting for a fated resident to leave their mark. That is how it was, and how it shall be.

“Little fry, I’ll let you know that poking at my stomach really isn’t the best way to earn my favour.” Hysilens spoke dismissively, although she made no attempts pushing your prodding index away from her sky-blue translucent stomach, bubbling with fizz. Within her stomach lies a lucrative business opportunity overlooked by every rational being there is in Okhema, not looking to get maimed by her violin-sword. But this Trailblazer thinks differently. And thus became the company motto of the Hy2O Pure Siren Water Ltd. Company: “Think Differently About What You Drink.”

In Hysilens’s stomach lies an infinite reservoir of liquid, continually magically replenishing itself every time it is drained. Like bottling an ocean, one at a time as swift swishes are done with these branded plastic bottles, translucent in its shell yet its branding charms like none other: In a purple-blue background in Hysilens’s colours, an underwater Styxia could be seen drawn in cartoon-like illustrations with thick, defined lines. Above it is the siren swimming with a smirk, a purple-gradiented-to-black mermaid tail and her extravagant pose, winking at the viewer, bottle-on-hand. The very demonstration of effective marketing.

“Not true at all. This use of liquids that literally comprise my being, for that matter, is certainly very amusing. It’s… also a little ticklish.” She whines, but with a lighthearted undertone. “You think this will sell well?”

I’m certain of it.

She sees the Trailblazer standing proudly beside a mountain of filled Hy2O bottles, perhaps 1000 if she were to approximate it, taking up the space of an entire basement in the Okhema public warehouses. As much as she is stifling a deep sigh, this sight may be a promise to turn the Trailblazer and her from riches to… richer. After all, Okhema is in great shape for business opportunities after the Imperator lowered corporation taxes by 3% just recently due to the budget surplus from conquering another city-state, having its populace be… It’s best not to finish that sentence.

Questionable governance aside, the Imperator Cerydra herself personally arrived at the warehouse, escorted by swathes of guards and a presence that defies her rather… compact stature. “Stand before me, Dux Gladiorum and Dux Galactium. Your Imperator will personally taste test your product and verify whether or not it is deemed suitable for public consumption. Prepare yourselves!” She exclaimed with enthusiasm, almost as if the untouchable, unshakeable Imperator had lent herself to her emotions… just for once.

My Imperator, surely this is not just an excuse to drink Hysilens’s pure siren water?

She almost coughs the sip she just drank out, briefly choking on the water, her fist covering the front of her mouth. “You dare insinuate such a preposterous accusation on me… Guards—” And then, a quiet, sniffled laughter emanates from the normally oh-so-stoic woman standing near you. Hysilens, with her prismatic dark-blue eyes is giggling from the commotion, her hand barely covering her lips.

“Ahahahha…! You’re too funny, little fry.” She quips, before her laughter fades into a faint smirk.

Many system hours pass, and Amphoreus is now on the month of Evernight— The return on investment is exponential. At this point, you and Hysilens are blowing money fast, thinking you’re all Big Meech and Larry Hoover. There is no one in Okhema who hasn’t had a taste of Hysilens, from the women, to the children, to her many admirers who buy the limited edition bottles in droves, fully allowing the exploitation of a simple market principle named “supply and demand”.

She gives you an affirming fistbump as you two gaze upon the makings of an empire.