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

"I'm afraid that with your meager salary as a special operations team leader, you can't even afford a single kill card."

Song Yang's voice echoed in the empty toy store.

Lin Wan'er blushed and instinctively gripped the hem of her tactical uniform with both hands.

The special operations team leader's salary is actually quite high, but yesterday's 98,000 yuan had indeed emptied her savings of more than half a year.

Top-tier weaponry, costing hundreds of millions or even millions, is nothing compared to her meager salary.

But she was unwilling to accept it!

The feeling of summoning the Xingtian Armor last night is still etched in my bones, and the image of Song Yang smashing the sky with a single punch while substituting for him is even more unforgettable.

Let her live a life of half-baked skills now? That would be worse than killing her!

"The defense forces will cover the money!"

Just then, Lei Lie's voice suddenly came.

His gruff voice interrupted Lin Wan'er's embarrassment. The fourth-level garrison commander's eyes lit up, and he waved his hand.

"Lin Wan'er, you have made a great contribution by killing a peak third-tier troll this time. The Jiangcheng Defense Army has allocated you ten million in special military funds as your upgrade funds!" Lei Lie stared at Song Yang, and these words were obviously meant for Song Yang's ears.

He wouldn't hesitate to use the entire Jiangcheng Treasury to fill any scraps of divine-level weaponry that he could get from this store!

Lin Wan'er's eyes lit up, and she stood up straight: "Thank you, Garrison Commander."

Li Daoyuan, who hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise, grew anxious.

He shoved Lei Lie aside, moved closer to the glass counter, rubbed his hands together, and smiled so broadly that the wrinkles on his old face smoothed out: "Boss Song, I specialize in wind magic. If you have any good treasures here that are compatible with wind magic, please save them for me!"

"The Spirit Martial Association has a history of hundreds of years, and its financial resources are no less than those of the Defense Force."

Li Daoyuan had seen through it all.

The fourth-tier Lei Lie couldn't even break through Song Yang's defenses, and his power was even forcibly copied!

Any single item from this store could overturn the entire power system of humanity!

Whoever can be the first to cling to Song Yang's coattails will have the final say on the future battlefield of the Abyss!

Song Yang leaned back in the rattan chair, holding an enamel teacup, and sipped a mouthful of goji berry water.

"Alright, stop making empty promises." Song Yang put down his teacup and waved his hand. "I've made the rules very clear: no credit. Whoever brings cash and high-grade magic crystals first gets the good stuff."

"That's great!" Lei Lie slapped his thigh. "Boss Song, it's a deal."

Lei Lie turned around and strode towards the store entrance, the hem of his coat stirring up a gust of wind.

Stepping outside, Lei Lie looked at the hundreds of elite defense troops lined up and ready for battle, and roared at the top of his lungs, "All troops, listen up! Withdraw from Old Street immediately! Notify the logistics department to open the vault doors! Even if you have to sell all the tanks at headquarters, you must raise ten million in cash today!"

"yes!"

Hundreds of elite soldiers stood at attention in unison, their resounding response shattering the morning mist of the old street.

In less than three minutes, the roaring engine sound gradually faded into the distance.

Seven heavy transport planes and dozens of off-road vehicles sped away, seemingly afraid that if they were even a moment late, the magenta belt would be bought by someone else.

The old street has returned to its dilapidated state and quiet.

The old man selling breakfast across the street peeked out from under the door, glanced nervously at the toy store, and then shrank back inside.

Song Yang stood up, walked to the door, grabbed the roller shutter handle, and pulled it down.

Whoosh!

The roller shutter closed, shutting out all the noise from outside.

Inside the toy store, the lights were dim. Song Yang turned around and sat on the rattan chair by the cashier, his hands crossed and his chin resting on his hands, unable to suppress the corners of his mouth.

"System, calculate the emotion value."

[Ding! Calculating your current total emotion points!]

The system panel popped up in mid-air, and the numbers in the upper right corner began to jump wildly.

Last night, Li Daoyuan and Zhou Lei's values ​​were shattered.

The entire staff of the Abyss Monitoring Station at the rear of the Defense Force lost their composure. In addition, Lei Lie, as a fourth-tier garrison commander, had just personally experienced the fear and submission that emanated from his very bones after wearing the Imperial Knight Belt.

A series of high-quality emotional outbursts, snowballing ever larger!

[100,000... 200,000... 300,000...]

The numbers finally settled.

[Current total sentiment score: 485000!]

Four hundred and eighty-five thousand!

You know, I had already used up all my emotional points by exchanging for the Decade Driver, and now, in just one morning, I've already reached almost 500,000!

Song Yang nodded in satisfaction.

The emotional benefits brought by a fourth-tier expert are indeed terrifying. The emotional value contributed by Lei Lie is equivalent to more than ten Lin Wan'er's!

At this rate of harvesting, it's only a matter of time before all the ultimate armors from the tokusatsu dramas of the past are brought to life.

Just as Song Yang was about to browse the system shop and choose the next treasure, a dark gold notification popped up in front of him.

[Ding! A single target has been detected whose emotional threshold for shock has exceeded the peak limit!]

[Hidden condition met: Disruption of higher-dimensional cognition.]

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully unlocked the exclusive hidden building: Alternate Dimension Simulated Battlefield!]

Hidden building?

Song Yang was stunned for a moment, then immediately sat up straight.

This is the first time the system has given a reward in addition to equipment blueprints.

[Alternate Dimension Simulated Battleground: A folded space independent of the current dimension; the entrance is bound to the iron door of the storage room behind the host's shop.]

Song Yang stood up from the rattan chair and walked directly to the storage room at the back.

Passing through the primary production line piled high with waste cardboard boxes, Song Yang arrived at a black iron gate covered in rust.

This door, which used to lead to a dead corner piled with clutter, now had a very subtle ripple of space around the crack in it.

Song Yang reached out and pushed open the iron gate.

Behind the door is no longer a narrow storage room.

Beneath their feet lay a dark red crystalline ground, hard and cold, while above them stretched an endless starry sky, and the air was thick with a sense of impending doom.

The entire space had no boundaries; all around was a silent chaos.

The moment Song Yang stepped inside, a huge holographic control panel appeared in the void.

[Facility Description: The Shura Field generates a highly realistic battle environment.]

【Function 1: Scene Recreation. It can recreate known abyssal battlefields in the current dimension, or materialize high-dimensional villains from the tokusatsu universe, such as: Netherworld Demons, Alien Beasts, Oxens, etc.】

[Function 2: Realistic Pain Sensation. 100% pain feedback within the space, making the combat experience indistinguishable from the outside world, designed to exhaust the user's mental energy.]

[Function 3: Resurrection Reset. Death within the space is not true death; after paying a price, you can be resurrected on the spot with full health.]

Looking at these three function descriptions, Song Yang's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Lin Wan'er's performance last night illustrates a serious problem.

The existing spirit warriors do not possess the ability to control armor or knights.

They were used to using spirit cores to unleash skills, their minds were full of routines and moves, and they lacked the pure will to fight to the death in desperate situations.

Using Xing Tian like an iron turtle is simply ruining the reputation of his Light and Shadow Toy Store!

"No willpower, can't unleash its full power in actual combat? No problem!"

Song Yang stroked his chin, a bright smile on his face.

"How can you unleash your potential without being beaten to the ground by monsters hundreds of times?" Song Yang's fingers slid rapidly across the holographic panel, directly opening the pricing system for the Shura Field.

Since it's training, how can it be free?

He casually typed a string of numbers into the pricing field.

[Entrance fee to the "Battlefield" (or "Asura's Battleground"): 100000 yuan per hour.]

[Battle death resurrection coins: 50000 yuan/time.]

[Custom-made top-tier training partners, such as Emperor Lufa and Shadow Guardian, are available at a negotiated price!]

Song Yang looked at the new pricing standard with satisfaction, and his smile grew even wider.

The front-end developers make a profit selling equipment, the mid-end developers make another profit by providing after-sales training, and if you die, you have to buy resurrection coins!

If they want to survive in the Abyss Battlefield, they must spend money to hone their skills in the Shura Field.

Those rich people who think they can be invincible after buying equipment will soon find that the real money pit has only just opened.

Jingle Bell!

Just as Song Yang was immersed in his business plan, his old smartphone, which was on the cashier's counter, suddenly rang.

Song Yang withdrew from the chaotic scene, closed the iron gate behind him, and slowly walked back to the store, picking up his phone.

The caller ID showed an unknown number, and Song Yang pressed the answer button.

"Boss Song."

The voice on the other end of the phone was neither Lei Lie nor Lin Wan'er.

The voice was cold and hoarse, like sandpaper grinding on glass, extremely grating to the ear.

"I heard you possess a law-based weapon capable of killing a third-tier Soul-Devouring Troll?"

The chilling sound echoed through the receiver in the quiet toy store.

Song Yang raised an eyebrow and looked towards the old street outside the door.

The Netherworld Cult?!