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

Lei Lie looked her up and down, and then laughed in exasperation.

"You're just a second-tier character, what makes you think you can one-shot a peak third-tier troll? You wouldn't even be worthy of paying with your life!"

"Take it." Lin Wan'er unzipped her vest, revealing half of a red and black metal camera.

Lei Lie saw the thing clearly, and his eyes twitched twice.

Isn't this the toy that Zhao Xu, that idiot from the research department, reported during the day—the one that didn't even have any psionic fluctuations?

"That's... a toy?" Lei Lie suppressed his anger.

"A rule-level weapon, the Xingtian Armor." Lin Wan'er's tone was flat, as if she were reciting a product manual.

"Ignoring psionic defenses, possessing immense physical strength and destructive power against rules, and with its own law-based barrier, it directly severed the troll's energy cycle, thus shattering it into dust with a single sword strike."

"Where did this come from?" Lei Lie stared intently at the metal camera, his breathing heavy.

"The old street, the light and shadow toy store, I bought it with my own money, for 98,000."

Ninety-eight thousand?!

Upon hearing this number, Lei Lie's mind went blank.

The Defense Forces' logistics department spends tens of billions of dollars a year, yet the heavy mechs they produce struggle even against second-tier magical beasts.

Now, a rule-based weapon that can instantly kill a peak third-tier opponent only costs 98,000?

"Absurd!" Lei Lie turned around abruptly, grabbed the ultra-high precision psionic spectrum detector that the guard behind him was carrying, and shoved the probe directly onto the pile of ashes.

The screen lights up, and the Warcraft energy remaining indicator shows zero.

The re-detection method and the high-temperature particle residue index instantly exceeded the limit!

boom!

The detector's motherboard burned through on the spot, emitting a burnt smell.

Lei Lie was completely stunned and froze on the spot.

Having been stationed on the front lines of the Abyss for many years, he understood better than anyone what such overwhelming superiority meant.

[Ding! Detected that Lei Lie's worldview has completely collapsed! Emotional value +5000!]

[Ding! Detected collective shock within the Defense Forces' guard company! Emotional value +1500!]

On the second floor of the old street, Song Yang, who was reclining in a chair, chuckled.

The emotional value of a fourth-tier boss is indeed quite substantial!

At the same time.

The seventh branch of the Netherworld Cult, deep underground in an air-raid shelter.

Before the dark purple rune stone table, Hall Master Tu Gu sat in the main seat.

Click!

An extremely faint sound rang out, and in the very center of the table, two pitch-black life cores simultaneously cracked open.

One piece belongs to Shadow Raven, and the other belongs to the Soul Devouring Troll that the branch had painstakingly raised over ten years.

The four high priests knelt down simultaneously, not daring to breathe.

Tu Gu remained unperturbed, not even his black robes trembled.

His withered fingers emerged from his sleeves and picked up a fragment of the troll's life core.

At the cut of the fragment, there were no traces of abyssal spiritual energy tearing, but instead a domineering and scorching power remained, completely surpassing the spiritual weapon system!

This force only touched him slightly, and the dark purple spiritual energy within Tu Gu's body instinctively stopped for a moment.

"Master..." a priest said tremblingly. "The front-line support reports that the defense forces have sealed off the area, but the battle is long over. No high-level spiritual warriors intervened, and no large-scale formations were deployed."

"No need to say anything more," Tu Gu interrupted him.

Beneath the white bone mask, those eyes were fixed intently on the direction of the old street.

"With just one move, he annihilated the troll immune to psionic energy, even evaporating its soul imprint in an instant." Tu Gu's voice was hoarse and deep. "Jiangcheng, when did such a living god appear?"

"Is it that ordinary person who sells toys?" The priest looked up in disbelief.

Tu Gu suddenly stood up and kicked the priest, sending him flying into the stone wall.

"Shut up! How dare you presume to know about a monster that controls the laws of nature?" Tu Gu's chest heaved, his breathing rapid.

The Netherworld Cult believes in the survival of the fittest. When faced with a power that is completely incomprehensible yet can unilaterally crush their own system, their instinctive reactions are only twofold.

Kneel or run!

"Suspend all operations in Jiangcheng." Tu Gu immediately issued a death order. "Shut down all branch psionic base stations, immediately enter a state of complete silence, and seal this remnant of the law. I will personally deliver it to the main sect."

The owner of that toy store on the old street—anyone who touches him is doomed!

now.

In the ruins on the third underground level.

The smell of burning and blood mingled together, making it hard to breathe.

Lei Lie stood still, still clutching the ultra-precise detector that was emitting black smoke.

Lei Lie's mind was buzzing, and he felt something shatter in his chest.

He gripped Li Daoyuan's collar tightly, his eyes bulging like copper bells, and his voice squeezed out from between his teeth, one word at a time: "Old devil Li, say that again."

"Where did this set of weapons come from, which can ignore immune systems, sever spatial laws, and instantly turn a peak third-tier troll into ashes?"

Li Daoyuan's face turned purple from being pulled, but he still had a bitter expression on his face as he repeated with difficulty: "The old street... that almost bankrupt light and shadow toy store at the end, Team Leader Lin bought it with his own money... for only 98,000."

"Ninety-eight thousand?!"

Lei Lie smashed the broken detector to the ground, shattering it into pieces.

"With billions allocated to the defense force every year, the heavy mechs built by those experts would be reduced to scrap metal against even second-tier magical beasts!"

"You're telling me now that something bought for 98,000 can cleave a peak third-tier Soul Devouring Troll into a pile of white ash, leaving not even a trace of spiritual energy?!"

His chest heaved violently, and his breathing was heavy.

But soon, that energy surged in another direction.

If the defense forces could mass-produce this thing, even if they only used it to analyze one ten-thousandth of the laws... what is the Abyss?

"Quick! Take me to the old street right now!"

Instantly, Lei Lie's eyes turned bloodshot, and his rough voice made the entire basement buzz.

He immediately issued the highest order through his personal terminal, calling for heavy transport aircraft to be on standby on the ground.

Even if he has to fight for it today, he'll still manage to get a few more sets from that toy expert!

at the same time.

The second floor of the Light and Shadow Toy Store on the old street.

Under the dim light of the chandelier, Song Yang sat in front of the cashier, playing with the Decade Driver that he had just materialized in his hand.

The magenta shell refracted a cold, hard metallic luster under the light, and the pure white core ring in the center of the belt hung there quietly, exuding an aura of spatial law that could trample the entire plane underfoot.

"It's really beautiful." Song Yang stroked his chin, quite satisfied with this all-encompassing weapon.

If you can print it on a card, you can even borrow it from God!

He casually pulled a blank price tag from the drawer, picked up a marker, and wrote a line on it with a smile.

Our prized possession: Decade Driver

Price: 9980000

After finishing writing, Song Yang thought for a moment and then added a note at the very bottom in extremely small font.

Prices are non-negotiable; only Yuan dynasty people are eligible for service.

The price tag of nearly ten million yuan could buy two large apartments in the city center of Jiangcheng, but he didn't think it was expensive.

If someone can forcibly take away the spiritual energy and laws that others have painstakingly cultivated for their own use, then selling it at this price is practically a fire sale!

Song Yang affixed the price tag to the most conspicuous spot in the display case with satisfaction, then yawned.

After a long day of work, plus the remote boosting he just did, he was indeed exhausted.