The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Old Yan's mind went blank.

That giant, serrated carp weighing over 100 pounds, the monster that had exhausted him to the point of near collapse, was actually just a beginner-level creature.

So... what would a real behemoth look like?

"Holy shit!"

Wang Pangzi yelled and frantically swiped open his personal panel, then clicked directly into the remote shop.

A brand new product was placed at the very top of the store.

It was a lightweight powered armor suit, dark gray in color, with smooth lines and a powerful look.

The helmet is a full-coverage helmet with visors that gleam with a bluish luster, thickened alloy plates on the shoulders and joints, and a circular indicator light on the chest representing the energy core.

Just looking at that promotional image, you can feel the overwhelming sense of security and destructive power.

Fatty Wang was so excited that he trembled all over, and his finger pointed shakily at the item.

The next second, the product details and price popped up.

[Chinese Power Armor]

Price: 28888 Source Crystals

[Estimated combat power increase: 2500]

[Description: Standard mass-produced powered armor, constructed from lightweight alloys, effectively enhances the wearer's survivability and basic combat capabilities in harsh environments.]

Looking at that long string of zeros, Fatty Wang felt a lump in his throat, almost choking up.

Twenty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight!

It's really expensive, but it's also really powerful.

With these source crystals, he could replace all his equipment and hire ten fishing girls to fish for a month!

But the words "Combat Power Increase 2500" seemed to have a magical power, drawing his gaze in.

His current combat strength, even after painstakingly adding bloodlines and gathering source soldiers, is only slightly over a thousand.

Wearing this thing will more than triple your combat power!

What does that mean?

That means he can also stand by the lake and, like Old Yan just now, challenge those hundred-pound behemoths, instead of just standing on the sidelines drooling with envy.

To buy or not to buy?

Fatty Wang was caught in a dilemma.

Meanwhile, Lao Yan's personal panel presented a completely different picture.

His remote shop interface now features a new tab at the very top that glows with a faint golden light—【Advanced Remote Shop】.

He clicked on that tab.

A product completely different from what Fatty Wang had seen lay quietly at the top of the list.

[B-series Power Armor]

Price: 580 Contribution Points

[Estimated combat power increase: 35000]

[Description: An elite model crafted from a special shape-memory alloy. Its energy core has been enhanced, resulting in a significant increase in both defensive and offensive capabilities.]

"Holy crap, the combat power boost is that big?!"

Old Yan's eyelid twitched violently.

Only 580 contribution points, what a bargain!

buy!

The next second, a mass of flowing, dark blue liquid metal appeared out of thin air and instantly enveloped Lao Yan.

It didn't have the heavy, cold metallic impact I had imagined.

That feeling... was very strange.

It's like suddenly wrapping yourself in a thick, warm down jacket on a cold winter night—close-fitting, lightweight, and even a little soft.

The armor quickly sculpted to fit his body shape, the liquid sheen on its surface fading to a deep matte blue-black.

A faint blue indicator light lit up at the joints, and the energy core in the chest emitted a deep, steady hum.

Old Yan moved his fingers, and his five fingers, encased in alloy, moved flexibly and freely, even able to clearly feel the flow of air.

He lightly stomped his foot.

"Thump!"

With a muffled thud, a shallow pit was created in the muddy ground beneath their feet.

An unprecedented sense of power surged up from every corner of my body.

"Damn it, Lao Yan! You..."

Fatty Wang shut down the remote store; the price of over 20,000 was something he couldn't afford even if he sold everything he owned.

Looking up, I saw a nearly two-meter-tall "iron man" standing in front of me.

He got halfway through his sentence and it got stuck in his throat.

"Wow...this armor looks completely different from the ones in the store! The color, the size...this is fucking awesome!"

Fatty Wang circled around Old Yan twice, his eyes wide like copper bells.

Old Yan's armor, whether in terms of shoulder width or leg lines, is much more imposing and substantial than the C-series armor he had seen, especially the full-coverage helmet with its dark blue visors, which exudes mystery and a sense of oppression.

These are not even in the same league!

The lingering crowd also noticed the strange occurrence and cast astonished glances at them.

"Holy crap! Power armor! Someone actually bought it!"

"Wait a minute, the one I saw in the store wasn't like this. This one seems bigger and more powerful?"

"Who is this guy? So extravagant! He just buys tens of thousands of source crystals like that?"

He raised his armored hand and patted Fatty Wang on the shoulder.

Wang Pangzi felt a tremendous force come over him, half of his body went numb, and he almost fell to the ground.

Old Yan chuckled: "My granddaughter topped up my account and activated the advanced remote shop. This was bought from the advanced shop."

Fatty Wang grimaced and rubbed his shoulder, his face filled with grief and indignation.

Advanced remote store?

There's such a thing?

"I hereby officially declare that I am irreconcilably at odds with you rich people!"

Old Yan ignored his wailing and walked straight to the lake.

He wanted to test the limits of his new outfit.

Bait the rod and cast it.

The movements were fluid and graceful.

The fishing line, now reinforced with power, was cast far into the depths of the lake, accompanied by the sound of the wind.

He stood quietly, like a silent steel statue.

Less than five minutes.

The fishing rod suddenly sank, and the tip was instantly pulled into a breathtaking arc!

It's a big one!

A gasp went up from the surrounding crowd.

"They've taken the bait! So quickly!"

"Judging by that force, it must have been quite powerful!"

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Old Yan simply stood firmly in place, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground, completely still.

He didn't even use any special techniques; he just lifted it lightly.

He dragged a giant catfish, weighing seventy or eighty pounds and covered in bluish-black scales, out of the water and threw it onto the muddy shore like a dead dog.

The whole process was so easy... it was like catching a small whitebait.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, at the giant catfish still thrashing about on the ground, and at the iron man who hadn't even let out a breath.

"This... is the power of power armor?"

"This is terrifying..."

Fatty Wang's mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

Only one thought remained in his mind.

This is no longer fishing.

This is fucking a dimensional reduction attack!

It really is true that spending money can change your destiny!

Old Yan looked down at the large fish at his feet that was still struggling to survive, and then raised his two iron fists that gleamed with a metallic sheen.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction and security filled his heart.