The Age of Entertainment for All! My Lin Shen Coins Can't Even Buy Roasted Sweet Potatoes!

The night sky of the Metaverse was burned to a crimson gold by an endless carnival.

The "Great Dao Brahma Sound Concert" of the Sound Demon God became a Black Hole devoured all time and perception.

Zhurong's "Roasted Sweet Potato Live Stream," filled with flames and the aroma of oil, savagely ushered in an era of mass entertainment.

The entire Metaverse's style plummeted from a hardcore "Pioneer Survival" approach to a frenzied vortex of "Entertainment to Death."

On the construction site of Youchao Shi, the clanging sound of stone hammers striking the ground could no longer be heard.

The craftsmen would rather spend a single Lin Shen Coin to buy a standing ticket at a concert and lie down to bask in the Sound of the Great Dao that can enhance their understanding, than sweat and toil for that meager meager earnings.

The once bustling river, teeming with boats, is now deserted.

The boat captains realized that instead of braving the wind and waves to transport a boatload of wood, they would rather go to Yang Mei the Great Immortal's Live Broadcast Room and send him a couple of "Small Rocket" to learn a "Space Folding Technique" that could change their lives.

Once you learn this, not only will a boatload of wood be no problem, but you could even fit the entire Buzhou Mountain into your storage bag.

The real economy was frozen over overnight.

Instead, the entertainment industry has experienced a distorted boom.

"Jie Tian Entertainment," under the control of Tongtian Jiaozhu, has become the only super oligopoly in the Metaverse by virtue of its absolute monopoly on the God of Sound.

A concert ticket, which started as a single Lin Shen Coin, has been scalped for a staggering 1,000 Lincan coins, yet it remains incredibly difficult to obtain.

Zhurong's "Rongrongzi's Live Sales"Live Broadcast Room also garnered a huge amount of attention with its simple and straightforward style and the occasional stunt of bringing Gonggong into the Gonggong for a "Water-Fire Incompatible PK".

"Family members! Would you like to see Brother Gonggong perform a live 'water tornado hair washing' demonstration? Send gifts now! The top donor can specify the shampoo brand!"

The entire Metaverse's Lin Shen Coin are converging on these two emerging entertainment giants at an alarming rate.

The disastrous consequences quietly descended while everyone was immersed in revelry.

That day, Lin Shen woke up in the warm and soft embrace of the Empress Nuwa, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and skillfully turned on the Light and Shadow Tablet.

He was hungry.

He missed his Brother Qiankun's cooking and decided to order a Roasted Sweet Potato from "Qiankun Store" for breakfast.

When he opened the food delivery page with great anticipation, he froze.

[Qiankun Store: Golden Roasted Sweet Potato (Deluxe Edition)]

Price: 500 Lin Shen Coin.

Lin Shen's little mouth opened little by little, forgetting to close it.

He rubbed his eyes hard, leaned closer to the screen, and looked at the numbers one by one.

That's right, it's five hundred.

Just a few days ago, it only cost one Lin Shen Coin.

"What... happened?"

Lin Shen panicked and opened the "Demon Emperor Fresh Foods" interface again.

[New Arrival: Seven-Colored Scale Fish (Common Grade)]

Price: 300 Lin Shen Coin /piece.

Lin Shen's face instantly fell.

He subconsciously reached out his small hand and tightly covered the storage pouch at his waist, which was personally crafted by the Yuanshi Tianzun Venerable and embroidered with a cute little ginseng.

Inside was all his "pocket money," a full thousand Lin Shen Coin.

Once upon a time, this was a huge sum of money that could buy all the Roasted Sweet Potato and roasted fish on the entire Bridge of Helplessness commercial street.

But now...

It seems like it's only enough to buy two breakfasts?

For the first time, a strange and cold emotion called "poverty" seized the heart of this Little Ancestor who was showered with love and affection.

He turned off the light screen unhappily and ran to his "Great Dao Candy House".

The shop was still bustling with noise, but the atmosphere was incredibly eerie.

Those Demon King Ghost Commander who used to fight tooth and nail for a sweeping job were now somewhat distracted.

As they waved their brooms, they secretly opened their Identity Jade Slip and whispered among themselves.

"Have you heard? At the God of Sound concert last night, there was a rich guy in the front row who tipped 10,000 Lin Shen Coin!"

"Wow! Ten thousand! How many years would that take to sweep the floor?"

"Who says otherwise! Sweeping the floor is nowhere near as lucrative as scalping! I resold three tickets yesterday and made a net profit of five thousand!"

"Really? Dude, can I join you?"

Lin Shen's little ears twitched.

Every word was like a tiny needle, pricking his heart.

Feelings of grievance and confusion fermented and swelled within his small body.

Why isn't everyone working properly anymore?

Why can't I buy anything with my money?

The more he thought about it, the sadder he became, and tears welled up in his eyes uncontrollably.

He couldn't hold back any longer.

He rushed to the counter, grabbed a large handful of shiny Lin Shen Coin as a reserve, and ran out.

Like a runaway cannonball, he crashed through the crowded tide of ghosts, ignoring the astonished greetings of all the immortals and gods, and charged straight towards the majestic and solemn "Order Divine Court".

At this moment, the Three Pure Ones are gathered here in a rare moment of leisure.

Under the guise of "tea tasting and philosophical discussion," the Tongtian Jiaozhu was actually showing off to his two elder brothers the terrifying financial report of "Jie Tian Entertainment" from the previous quarter, as well as his grand blueprint for "The Primordial Voice."

Yuanshi Tianzun frowned deeply upon hearing this, his face turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

Taiqing Laozi closed his eyes to meditate, showing no sorrow or joy, but for some reason, he could never finish the water in the teacup in front of him.

Just then, the door to the main hall was violently kicked open with a loud bang.

Lin Shen stormed in, bringing with him a whirlwind of grievance.

"Wow--!"

He ran up to his three Masters, and with all his might, slammed the large handful of glittering Lin Shen Coin in his hand onto the ground.

Jingle bells!

Shiny coins, like useless trash, rolled around everywhere.

The three Sages were all taken aback.

The boasting of the Tongtian Jiaozhu came to an abrupt end.

For the first time, a hint of confusion eased from the tightly furrowed brows of the Yuanshi Tianzun.

Taiqing Laozi's all-seeing eyes finally opened and fell upon his beloved disciple who was crying his heart out.

Lin Shen pouted, tears streaming down her face like broken beads, pattering onto the cold floor tiles.

He stretched out his chubby little finger and pointed at the Lin Shen Coin on the ground, which had once brought him endless joy but was now cold and lifeless. In a childish voice trembling with sobs, he uttered the most indignant accusation of his life.

"This isn't fun anymore! It's not fun at all!"

"I can't afford Roasted Sweet Potato anymore!"