A Transmigrator Without Cheats

It was a rather strange shop.

It did not sell clothes, food, or any other ordinary goods.

Instead, it sold oddly shaped objects.

Objects whose functions even Wanwan could not quite determine.

At the very least,

for the moment, Wanwan could not think of what those things were actually capable of doing.

She unconsciously furrowed her brow.

But in Orsaga's eyes, the situation looked somewhat different.

Because the prototypes of those things were basically products from Earth around the early twentieth century.

As for the manufacturing techniques revealed by those imitations,

to be honest, they were quite dreadful...

At a glance, Orsaga even felt that the place looked like a recycling station for old scrap.

This situation

immediately gave him a rough idea of what was going on.

At the very least, the possibility that an Outer Plane counterpart of the Umbrella Corporation had come here to expand its business could be ruled out.

As a company—or rather, a faction—if they had truly expanded their business into this region, they definitely would not have used such low-grade technology and craftsmanship.

Thus, the shop before them most likely belonged to some transmigrator.

And a miserable kind of transmigrator without much of a cheat at that.

Otherwise, those items would not have been so crude...

While Orsaga silently pondered the matter,

due to their appearances and other factors, quite a few passersby nearby had also begun secretly watching Orsaga and Wanwan. They were immensely curious about what these two beings, who clearly did not seem ordinary, were doing.

There were so many onlookers that even the shop owner in the distance had some of his attention drawn over.

In merely the first second,

despite the large crowd surrounding the area, Zhao Hua, as the shop owner, immediately identified the two people who