If I let you open a toy store, would you mass-produce Emperor Armor?

The thirty-seventh year of the Ling calendar, Jiangcheng.

At the end of the old street, the roller shutter door of a toy store called Light and Shadow got stuck halfway up the street, emitting a piercing metallic scraping sound.

Song Yang squatted at the door, patted it three times, and kicked it twice, but the roller shutter door didn't budge.

He stood up, brushed the rust off his hands, glanced at the crooked sign above his head, and then sighed.

Two of the five characters for "Light and Shadow Toy Store" have been removed; now only "Light Play Store" remains.

That's good, it reflects the current situation quite well; you can just play games without making money.

Memories that weren't his own were still churning in his mind. His predecessor was also named Song Yang. He was twenty-two years old, his parents had died early, and he inherited this toy store left by his father, plus a debt of 100,000 yuan.

Song Yang took out the crumpled IOU from his pocket and glanced at it. There was an exclamation mark after the amount.

It seems the person who wrote the IOU was afraid Song Yang wouldn't see it.

Song Yang folded the IOU, stuffed it back into his pocket, and bent down to squeeze into the shop through the gap under the roller shutter.

The store was dimly lit, and the shelves were covered in a layer of dust.

Plastic Ultraman figures were haphazardly huddled together, Kamen Rider belts hung in a row, and Armor Hero summoners were placed in a prominent position, with price tags reading "Clearance Sale, Buy One Get One Free."

But it didn't do any good; nobody bought it.

In the Spirit Era, the Abyss Rift is spread across the globe, and those with psychic powers are the foundation for survival.

Children can have their spiritual roots tested at age three, enter a martial arts academy at age five, and break a wall by age ten.

Who still plays with these plastic toys?

Song Yang casually picked up a Kamen Rider belt and pressed the transformation button.

"Beep beep beep, henshin!"

The plastic speaker emitted poor sound quality, and the LED light flashed twice before turning off, indicating that the battery was dead.

"They've even run out of batteries, just as poor as me," Song Yang said with a bitter smile.

Just then, a flash of inspiration struck me.

[Ding! God-level Tokusatsu Manifestation System activated.]

[Host's current status detected: Zero psionic energy, zero combat power, zero savings.]

[Achieving a 3-zero start, the system expresses its sympathy.]

[New player gift packs are being distributed!]

Congratulations on obtaining: Manifestation Blueprint x1 [Flame Dragon Armor Summoner]

[Note: Realizing the blueprint requires consuming Emotion Points to upgrade the corresponding toy to a Rule-level weapon. Emotion Points are derived from strong emotional fluctuations felt by others towards the host.]

[Current mood score: 0.]

Upon hearing the voice in his mind, Song Yang was stunned for a full three seconds.

He looked down at the three-yuan plastic belt with free shipping, then looked up at the radiant blueprint in his mind.

"So, I have to shock others first before I can recharge the toys?"

The system did not respond.

"So I've started a side business of emotional exploitation." Song Yang leaned against the counter, looking at the materialization diagram in his mind over and over again.

The Flame Dragon Armor is a crimson suit of armor, almost identical in design to the armor of a protagonist from a tokusatsu drama from my past life.

The parameters marked on the drawings pertain to actual combat equipment.

The Flame Dragon Armor is a type of light and shadow armor; its power depends entirely on the purity of the summoner's bloodline and their physique.

Bloodline determines the lower limit, while the summoner's physical condition and combat skills determine the upper limit.

Before Song Yang could examine the conditions for realization in the blueprints, the roar of an engine came from outside the roller shutter door, followed by the sound of leather shoes shattering glass.

"Song Yang! Is he inside?"

The sound was deep and loud, like it had a built-in amplifier.

The roller shutter door was kicked open from the outside.

The broken door that couldn't be moved before flew directly to the ceiling and crashed onto the shelves, scattering a row of Super Sentai combined robots all over the floor.

There were three people standing at the door.

The man in the middle was pot-bellied, with a gold chain around his neck, a glowing psionic watch on his wrist, and a psionic half-body armor covering his chest and shoulders, revealing a silk shirt underneath.

Zhang Fugui, regional manager of Zhang's Spiritual Martial Group, is a first-level spiritual martial artist.

A rhombus-shaped crystal, shimmering with a pale blue light, was embedded in the core of the breastplate.

"See that?" Zhang Fugui patted his chest, the crystal buzzing.

"A basic psionic heart-protecting mirror, worth 1.2 million on the market. Just this one stone is enough to buy your shabby shop, floor and roof, three times over."

The two thugs behind Zhang Fugui did not have psionic armor.

One of them wielded a psionic alloy rod, while the other wore psionic brass knuckles; both were spiritual weapons that could enhance combat power.

Zhang Fugui's gaze swept over the broken plastic parts scattered on the ground, and a smirk appeared on his lips: "Tsk tsk tsk, the Song family's three generations of wealth, all that's left is this pile of junk?"

Song Yang stood behind the counter, still clutching the Kamen Rider belt that had run out of power earlier.

He tilted his head: "Brother Fugui, we agreed to come at the end of the month, and today is only the 23rd."

"I decide the date." Zhang Fugui took out an IOU from his pocket, which was exactly the same as the one in Song Yang's pocket, belonging to the creditor.

"100,000 yuan, plus three months of interest, totaling 146,000 yuan. Pay today, or we'll take the land away."

Zhang Fugui flipped his hand, and a surge of spiritual energy emanated from his palm, causing the toy boxes on the counter to fly everywhere.

The aura of psychic energy instantly enveloped the entire shop.

For ordinary people, the pressure released by a first-level spiritual warrior is enough to make them lose their footing.

The two thugs wore expressions of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.

Song Yang staggered, but he grabbed the counter to steady himself and glanced down at the shelves that had been overturned by the energy blast.

A summoner toy of the Flame Dragon Armor rolled out from the dusty bottom area and landed at Song Yang's feet.

The red plastic casing is poorly made, with even a rough edge around the seams.

Song Yang bent down to pick it up and blew off the dust.

He looked at Zhang Fugui and smiled.

"Brother Fugui, your psionic armor is really beautiful, it's worth 1.2 million, right?"

Zhang Fugui raised his chin: "Enough with the nonsense."

Song Yang raised the plastic summoner in his hand and waved it at Zhang Fugui.

"Take a look at this, are you interested?"

"What junk?"

"Flame Dragon Armor Summoner." Song Yang patted the plastic casing and said seriously, "Special price, thirty-eight yuan, but I think it's more valuable than the stone on your chest."

As Song Yang's voice faded, the toy store fell silent for a brief moment.

Then, Zhang Fugui smiled.

The two thugs also burst out laughing.

Their laughter echoed throughout the entire old street.

"Hahahaha, in the Abyss Era, strength reigns supreme. You're comparing a plastic toy to my breastplate?" Zhang Fugui laughed until his stomach trembled, and his gold chains rattled.

"Song Yang, has your brain been chewed up by an abyssal monster? What use is this piece of broken plastic except to fool a three-year-old?"

Laughter echoed through the shop.

Song Yang didn't speak because he heard another voice.

A notification sounded in my mind.

[Ding! Emotional fluctuations detected: mockery, disdain.]

[Source: Zhang Fugui ×1, Zhang Biao ×1, Zhao Qiang ×1.]

[Mood value +3.]

Song Yang blinked.

Three people and only three points? So stingy?

Even if it's a bit stingy, every little bit helps.

Song Yang put the Flame Dragon Summoner into his pocket, leaned against the counter, and slowly began to speak:

"Brother Fugui, I'll pay you back, but today..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A piercing alarm suddenly went off!

That's a high-level warning from Jiangcheng's defense system: an abyss rift alert!

This means that a deep rift has appeared in Jiangcheng, and monsters have emerged!