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

Song Yang pressed the speakerphone button and casually tossed the old smartphone onto the glass counter.

The voice coming from the receiver was hoarse and dry; if you listened carefully, you could also hear a faint electrical friction sound.

"The Netherworld Order?" Song Yang leaned back in his wicker chair, casually tapping the cold metal shell of the Decade Driver with his left index finger, his tone unusually indifferent.

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

Five seconds passed before the hoarse voice rang out again, carrying a tense feeling of being forced to suppress it: "Boss Song is indeed a master. Let me introduce myself again. I am Tu Gu, the head of the seventh branch of the cult."

[Ding! Extreme fear and high alert detected in Tu Gu! Emotion value +3000!]

The system notification popped up in my mind right on time.

A hint of a smile flashed in Song Yang's eyes.

Even though there was a communication network spanning more than ten kilometers, the system still managed to thoroughly manipulate the emotions of this high-ranking member of the cult.

What a prime piece of meat!

"Shadow Raven and that peak Tier 3 Soul Devouring Troll belong to our branch." Tu Gu spoke slowly, as if he had carefully considered each word.

"Oh, here to collect funeral expenses?" Song Yang picked up the enamel mug on the table and blew on it to cool it down. "Let me make it clear beforehand, this is a legitimate toy store. We only guarantee the authenticity of the items we sell, not after-sales service or handling of the 'corpse'. Besides, that troll barely left any ashes, so it's a bit too late for you to build a grave."

If this were any other time, anyone who dared to speak to Tu Gu like this would have had their spiritual energy drained and turned into a flesh puppet long ago.

But now, Tu Gu on the other end of the phone swallowed his anger.

"Boss Song is joking." Tu Gu's voice surprisingly softened a bit. "The law of the Abyss is the survival of the fittest. Since Shadow Raven and Troll died under your armor, it's because they were no match for you. The Order never wastes time on trash."

Tu Gu took a deep breath: "I'm not calling today to seek revenge. I'm here to discuss a business deal with Boss Song."

Song Yang raised an eyebrow and put down the teacup in his hand.

These lunatics who spend all day hiding in the sewers researching ways to destroy humanity have actually learned to make money through harmony?

"Buy something?" Song Yang smiled.

"Buy weapons." Tu Gu cut to the chase, his tone revealing an air of certainty. "The Order is very interested in what the Defense Force took from you—that power that ignores the characteristics of the Abyss and directly severs the laws of space."

"The Netherworld Order will offer three times the price Lei Lie is willing to pay!"

Tu Gu threw out his chips, afraid that Song Yang would hang up the phone, and spoke faster: "It's not just about money. I know that for someone like Boss Song, worldly money doesn't mean much."

"The fourth-order abyss crystal cores in the cult's treasury, and even high-order mutated materials with extremely high levels of pollution, can be used for barter."

As long as one can master this power that ignores the spiritual martial arts system, even if it means exhausting the entire resources of the Seventh Branch, Tu Gu is willing to do so.

If the defense forces are equipped with large quantities of these weapons first, the Abyss will have no place in Jiangcheng.

"Three times?" Song Yang stroked his chin.

Lei Lie just offered 10 million per set, and Tu Gu is offering 30 million, plus a fourth-tier crystal core as compensation.

It seems the Abyss Order has more funding than the Defense Force.

"Boss Song, you should know what the consequences will be if you sell us this level of power," Tu Gu asked tentatively, trying to figure out Song Yang's bottom line.

"What consequences could there be?" Song Yang leaned back, sinking into the wicker chair, his tone carrying a pure, sleazy, street-smart vibe. "I'm just a toy shop owner."

"It's their business if the defense forces buy it to play Warcraft."

"If your cult buys the building to demolish the defense force's headquarters, that's your business."

Song Yang placed the Decade Driver on the counter: "The Light and Shadow Toy Store is open for business. We don't check IDs or backgrounds. Whether you're human or ghost, as long as the money is there, even if it's the will of the abyss itself, you'll still have to scan the code and pay according to the rules!"

On the other end of the phone, Tu Gu gasped.

This attitude of completely placing oneself above both sides, this behavior of not caring about the life or death of either side, sent a chill down the spine of this ruthless branch leader.

This person doesn't take the struggle between humanity and the abyss seriously at all!

[Ding! Detected continued moral upheaval and fear in Tu Gu! Emotional value +4500!]

"Boss Song is straightforward." Tu Gu's voice was no longer cold; instead, it carried a hint of awe. "Then let's split up..."

"Don't get too excited yet," Song Yang interrupted him. "Rules are rules. Our store does not offer home delivery or free shipping for online purchases."

"If you want to buy something, bring your own money and crystal cores to the shop on Old Street and pick it out." Song Yang glanced at the clock on the wall. "I work here from 8 am to 6 pm, no exceptions."

After saying that, Song Yang didn't give the other person a chance to speak and hung up the call.

Song Yang stuffed his phone back into his pocket, stood up, and stretched.

The business of profiting from both ends has now been fully established.

The system panel just notified me that the unlocked hidden building, Shura Field, can replicate scenes and even materialize tokusatsu villains, but this requires a lot of emotion points!

Of course, besides needing to consume a lot of emotional points, you can also recharge for free by consuming high-dimensional energy substances.

The high-level magic crystals and mutated materials in the hands of the Abyss Order can serve as super batteries for the Shura Field.

Once the defense forces and the cult have bought all the top-tier weaponry, and find that they can't unleash its power in actual combat, or even suffer a backlash from their own strength, then his training course in the Shura Field in the backyard of his Light and Shadow Toy Store can officially open its doors to customers.

Admission tickets cost 100,000, and revival coins cost 50,000.

This isn't a battlefield; it's a fully automated money-printing machine and an emotional value harvesting machine!

Song Yang hummed a little tune, picked up a rag and began wiping the glass counter, his gaze sweeping over the Decade Driver in the display case, looking forward to the first wave of customers arriving today.

now.

The Seventh Branch of the Underworld Cult.

The busy tone of the disconnected phone call echoed inside the underground air-raid shelter.

Tu Gu put down the communicator, his hands hidden inside his wide black robe, his eyes beneath the bone mask dark and unfathomable.

The air-raid shelter was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and dark purple runes flickered on the walls.

Four high priests dressed in grey robes stood below, their faces increasingly grim.

"Master." The battle priest on the left could no longer contain himself and stepped forward, his voice filled with suppressed anger.

"Were you just giving in to that worldly human toy seller?"

He raised his head, his eyes bloodshot: "Three times the price! Thirty million! And they even want to use fourth-tier crystal cores from our treasury! This is an utter disgrace to our Netherworld Cult since its founding!"

"The deaths of Shadow Raven and Soul-Eating Troll in Jiangcheng are a desecration of the Abyss! We have no need for a deal!" another priest roared in agreement, his abyssal aura surging. "Please give the order, Master! I am willing to personally lead five hundred stealthy spiders and three-headed Abyssal stitched monsters to raze that wretched street tonight! Seize all the weapons, and skin that Song bastard alive!"

"Pacify the old streets! Be loyal to the abyss!"

The other priests stepped forward, their killing intent surging in the hall.

They believe in the abyss and have always regarded humans as worthless. Now they have to bring money to queue up to buy toys. This is worse than killing them!

Tu Gu stared at them silently, his gaze as if they were dead.