I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

He took out the light cone card that shimmered with a golden halo from his pocket.

He held it with both hands and handed it over, his expression solemn as if he were presenting some kind of official document.

"Uncle Yang, cash on delivery."

"I'll give you the light cone first, and then I'll give you a friendly price with credits, only 10?"

March 7th poked its head out of the landing module and rolled its eyes in annoyance:

"Qiye, are you blinded by money? You want to exchange money for goods with Uncle Yang?"

"Business rules cannot be broken!"

Qi Ye was righteous and his words were stern.

"Even a single credit point is a transaction, and we treat everyone fairly, young and old."

"Then why didn't you pay cash on the maid light cone you sold to Lady Black Tower before?"

"That's a customized service for high-end clients, it's different."

"What's different?"

Walter didn't participate in their bickering; he simply looked down at the light cone card in his hand.

The proud, upright human figure on the card seemed to be glowing.

He flipped the card over and over again, then chuckled.

Walter looked at Sukiyori, who was holding the card with both hands and looking very serious.

He shook his head helplessly, but still took his phone out of his pocket.

"100,000 credits have been transferred. Keep them safe."

Qi Ye looked down at the notification that the money had been credited to her account on her phone screen.

Immediately shove the light cone card into Walter's hand.

He grasped Uncle Yang's hands with both of his and shook them up and down, a bright smile on his face.

"Uncle Yang is so generous! I hope you enjoy using it!"

Feel free to contact me anytime if you have any questions; after-sales service is available 24/7.

Of course, side effects are not covered by after-sales service, as we just mentioned.

Before Walter could answer, a gray head popped out of the landing module.

Xing leaned against the edge of the hatch with one hand, staring intently at the still-present amount in the account on Qi Ye's phone screen.

Then he began to complain:

"One hundred thousand, Uncle Yang's light cone only costs one hundred thousand."

You're asking for 120,000 for my favorability cone, and you even want me to pay in installments.

"Good man, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Qi Ye's smile froze on her face.

He turned his head, met Xing's eyes, and coughed lightly.

"That's because your light cone is a top-of-the-line four-star model, while Uncle Yang's is a basic five-star model."

I feel like you're lying to me.

Xing interrupted him.

Are you discriminating against people with amnesia?

"I don't need money now."

Xing took out his phone from his pocket, the screen lit up, and the balance screen had so many zeros that it was dizzying.

She shoved her phone screen right in front of Qi Ye, almost poking his nose.

"Quickly find me another light cone."

I want to buy one too, it has to be better than Uncle Yang's, and more fun than Black Tower's.

Side effects don't matter, I want it anyway.

Chapter 32 Arrogance

"Not now."

Qi Ye spread his hands, his expression so sincere that it seemed he was saying he never lied.

"Good products take time to arrive. I'll let you know as soon as they're available. VIPs will have priority and get a 5% discount."

"Only a 5% discount?" Xing squinted.

"10% off. That's the lowest I can go, or I'll lose money."

"make a deal."

Xing put her phone back in her pocket, sat back down in her seat, and muttered to herself as she fastened her seatbelt.

Comments included things like "more expensive than Uncle Yang's," "discrimination against people with amnesia," and "next time he'll have to pay for it himself."

Pretending not to hear, Qi Ye quickly walked into the landing module and sat down.

Walter sat down behind him and looked down at the glowing cone of light.

It was used directly.

He pushed up his glasses, closed his eyes, and felt it for a moment.

Then he opened his eyes again, his expression still calm and composed.

But something is subtly changing behind the lens.

The landing module detached from the train and began its descent.

The cabin trembled slightly, and the white mist outside the window gradually dissipated, revealing an endless white land unfolding beneath our feet.

The hatch opened, and a cold wind carrying fine snowflakes rushed into the cabin.

Danheng stepped out of the cabin first, followed closely by March 7, who breathed out white puffs of air while taking pictures of the scenery around them.

"How magnificent! Can we take a picture of that mountain over there?"

Xing was the third to jump down, carrying the baseball bat on his shoulder.

Qi Ye followed behind Xing and took a deep breath of the cool air.

I was just about to say, "This place would be quite suitable for developing into a ski resort."

A burst of laughter suddenly came from behind me.

It started with a soft chuckle, then turned into a hearty, exuberant laugh, and finally became an arrogant laugh.

Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

Laughter echoed across the vast snowfield.

Everyone turned around at the same time.

Walter stood in the middle of the snow, arms outstretched, head tilted back to the sky.

Walter's appearance at this moment was completely different from usual, instead exuding an air of domineering confidence.

"Uncle Yang?"

March 7th's voice trembled, and he almost dropped the camera.

"Qiye, what exactly did you do to him with that light cone?!"

"I have no idea!"

Qiye raised his hands to show his innocence.

"Uncle Yang is probably reminiscing about his youth right now!"

Xing stared at Walter for a long while, then turned to Qiye and said:

"Uncle Yang seems to have turned into a male protagonist in a shonen manga."

"Is now the time to analyze this?!"

Walter looked down at his hands.

He could feel the long-lost power surging within him, every muscle trembling with excitement.

Memories that had been forgotten gradually resurfaced.

He saw his younger self, holding a cane, standing on the battlefield in Siberia.

Opposite her was the arrogant Second Herrscher—Sirin.

That aloof figure hovered in mid-air, with countless imaginary spears appearing behind him.

That soft laugh still echoes in my ears.

And now, on this strange, icy planet, that long-dormant passion has been rekindled.

"Ha... power, home, ideals, I have everything!"

This is my true form; I am now in my complete state, capable of judging the Star Gods!

The first to break down was March 7th; her hand holding the camera froze completely.

The camera was pointed directly at Walter, whose lips twitched wildly, and after a long while, he managed to utter a single sentence.

"No... Uncle Yang??? Are you alright???"

She cautiously took half a step forward, looking Walter up and down with a mixture of fear and absurdity as he exuded an aura of dominance.

His gaze was like that of an old cadre who had suddenly gone mad.

"We're just here in the snowfield to carry out a normal mission, clear out some monsters, and explore the map!"

"Surely it doesn't warrant judging a star god?!"

Xing, carrying a baseball bat, stood there with his mouth agape, looking utterly bewildered, as if he had just witnessed something extraordinary, and remained speechless for a long time.

He carefully observed the spirited and over-the-top Walter, and spoke with utmost seriousness:

"I take back what I just said."

"Uncle Yang is no longer the protagonist of a shonen manga; he's more like a villainous boss from an old-age shonen anime, right?"

Qi Ye silently lowered her raised hands, her face full of innocence and helplessness.

He spread his arms and frantically shifted the blame, wearing an expression that said, "I'm truly an innocent victim."

I swear!

That light cone couldn't possibly be that outrageous!

"Who would have known Uncle Yang would turn out like this? Who in their right mind would start reciting lines in public after absorbing power?!"

Walter ignored the commotion and looked up, his gaze piercing through the swirling snow.

"I haven't felt this way in a long time."

The last time I felt this urge to punch someone was when I was facing that bastard Otto.

You mere Yalilo, a mere Star Core, dare to be so presumptuous in front of me?

If I, Old Yang, hadn't shown mercy back then, the entire Imaginary Tree would have trembled.

Danheng raised an eyebrow, looked at Walter, who was completely different from his usual self, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he turned to look at Qiye:

Do you still have any of those light cones in stock?

"This is not the time to ask that!!!"

Qiye and March 7th spoke in unison.

Xing had already stood up from the snowdrift, slung his baseball bat over his shoulder, and his eyes shone with an astonishing light:

"Uncle Yang, you just said..."