Legend of the Heroes of Another World's Divine Tower

"Come and take a look! Legendary figures of the old era, pillars of the magical world, the anchor of the Black Tide defense line, and acting headmaster of the Fifty-Eighths Academy—Master Ancient One's personally crafted magic scrolls are on sale! Don't miss out! This is a one-time opportunity, don't miss it!"

A rather oddly dressed fellow was standing behind a makeshift stall.

He wore a slightly oversized white cloak, his face covered by a mask, revealing only a pair of bright, piercing eyes that he was trying to stare wide-eyed to show "sincerity," and his thick, dark eyebrows jiggled exaggeratedly up and down with his shouts.

On his stall, ten magic scrolls that looked rather old and had obscure runes flowing across their surfaces were neatly, even a little too neatly, stacked up.

"Scrolls of the Ancient One? Really?" A middle-aged soldier passing by stopped and looked at the scrolls suspiciously. "How could works by a legendary figure like that end up on a street stall in this middle-level distribution center? And so many of them?"

"Oh my! Sir, what are you saying!" The stall owner, who called himself "Spulski," immediately thumped his chest loudly. "In this world, there's no goods that I, 'the strongest reseller in history,'—Spulski—can't get! Honest and straightforward, ten times the compensation for any fake!"

"What...ski?" The soldier frowned, not having heard clearly.

"Sbulski!" The stall owner repeated the word clearly and deliberately, even gesturing with his finger in the air as if writing the name.

"What the hell?" The soldier tilted his ear.

"S! B! Le! Si! Ki!" The stall owner took a deep breath and shouted again in a loud voice that was almost like a beautiful opera singer, attracting more people around to look over.

"...Sisi, your base?" The warrior, whether genuinely not hearing clearly or doing it on purpose, asked again.

"I'll rip your (beep—) bottom!" Sbulski nearly jumped up, his face under the mask probably flushed with anger. He waved his arms, "Are you going to buy it or not? If not, don't cause trouble here! You're interfering with my business!"

"Hey, hey, don't rush, boss!" The soldier quickly waved his hand, a smile on his face.

"Everyone's just curious! The Ancient One's reputation is too great. How can anyone know if what you're saying is true or false? You should at least... open a scroll and let everyone see the legendary master's work!" As soon as he said this, the crowd that had already been attracted immediately started to make a fuss.

"That's right! Show us what you've got!"

"Whether it's true or false, we'll find out soon enough!"

"Let's witness the magic of the Ancient One!"

The crowd grew larger and larger, surrounding the stall in layers.

The name of the Ancient One is legendary among Tower Climbers—this strongest sorcerer of the old era, though not known as a "hero," led the first Tower Climbers through the arduous journey of the Tower of Gods, overcoming all obstacles until they encountered a magic-immune boss on the 100th floor, which was limited to one person only.

He stubbornly refused to awaken his profession, believing that the entire Divine Tower was a conspiracy. However, he unexpectedly ate the Longevity Fruit in the Divine Tower and gained a long life. Now he serves as the acting principal of the academy on the 58th floor and is one of the most reliable ultimate defenses on the front line of the Black Tide.

His magic scroll is said to contain enough power to easily break through dozens of levels!

Stared at by so many people's burning gazes, Sbulski seemed to sigh "reluctantly".

"Alright, alright! Since everyone's so enthusiastic, I'll show you! Make way! Step back! I won't be responsible if you get hurt!"

The crowd quickly backed away, creating a small clearing, with everyone craning their necks and holding their breath.

With a solemn expression, Sbulski carefully picked up the dark gold scroll from the very center of the stall with an almost ritualistic gesture.

He slowly unrolled the scroll—

In an instant, a strange phenomenon occurred!

The once clear sky seemed to dim for a moment, and dozens of intricate, golden magic circle phantoms rose from the unfolded scroll, intertwining and rotating in the air, emitting a deep and pleasant hum!

The ancient and profound runes on the array seemed to come alive, radiating a glow of wisdom and power. Then, an aged, peaceful voice, seemingly containing the ultimate truths of the universe, appeared as if from beyond the heavens, softly chanting obscure incantations in everyone's ears…

"My God... this, this really is the power of the Ancient One!"

"It was so shocking! I felt my soul trembling!"

"Master Ancient One! Please bless me so I can climb the tower successfully next time!"

"I'm going to cry... I never thought I'd witness this in my lifetime..."

Inside the transit station, countless people were completely captivated by this magnificent and mysterious sight. Some were so moved that tears welled up in their eyes, some bowed involuntarily, and some even wished they could kneel down and worship on the spot.

However, this amazing phenomenon lasted only a few seconds.

Just as everyone was completely mesmerized, all the magic circles, golden light, and chanting sounds were instantly wiped away by an invisible hand, vanishing without a trace. The sky returned to normal, as if everything that had just happened was merely a collective illusion.

Everything seemed like special effects.

Sbulski had already quickly rewound the scroll and put it back in his backpack. Then, hands on his hips, he gathered his strength and roared in a voice several times louder than before:

"Master Gu Yi's personally crafted secret scroll! Authentic, guaranteed genuine! Limited quantity, only ten left! Only ten gold coins per scroll! Ten gold coins won't break the bank! First come, first served!!"

"I want one! I want one!"

"Save me a share! I'll offer eleven gold coins!"

"Stop pushing! I was here first! I'll offer twelve gold pieces!"

"Get out of the way! I'm taking this scroll! Fifteen gold coins!"

The crowd erupted in cheers! Those who had been skeptical before were now red-eyed and desperately pushed forward, the clinking of coins and excited shouts filling the air.

Sbulski pulled out a small wooden mallet from somewhere and began tapping the edge of the stall with great seriousness.

"Quiet! Quiet! Everyone, stop fighting! Since the enthusiasm is so high, let's adjust our strategy a bit: highest bidder wins! The first one starts at ten gold coins. Let's begin!"

The bustling center of the entire transit station was completely occupied by this small roll stall and the crowds who were caught up in a frenzy of buying.

Some of the onlookers who had initially remained calm were now caught up in the frenzy and were hesitating whether to join in this "legendary bargain hunt." Even if they didn't want to, they still had to check it out!

Lin Chi, cloaked in black, and Zhou Yanyu, who was watching the drama unfold from his storage ring, were among the few "onlookers" who remained highly vigilant and curious.

"No doubt about it! He's definitely a shrewd businessman!" Zhou Yanyu concluded decisively from his storage ring.

"I've seen this trick in online novels! The real good stuff is definitely hidden in his own backpack. What's displayed outside is most likely fake, or completely worthless! Otherwise, why would he quickly put away that scroll that caused such a commotion after the performance? He was afraid of being exposed!"

"Since he's a shrewd businessman," Zhou Yanyu said, possessing Lin Chi's body. His eyes lit up in the shadow of the cloak, and a smile curved his lips.

"Then 'robbing the rich to help the poor' would be a legitimate means for us!" Zhou Yanyu chuckled.

"Is this really a good idea?" Lin Chi felt a little worried about what was about to happen.

The first "lucky" victim is about to be born.