Hearing Leo's words, Difan's expression changed slightly.
He did not care how valuable an item Wanda wanted. After all, money was meaningless to Difan. Even if Wanda asked for five or ten billion, enough to buy hundreds of inhabited planets, it would still be nothing to him.
Even if things reached that point, it would be difficult to spend all that money. He could only buy the most extravagant luxuries, things on a level Wanda could never imagine.
But whenever his collection was involved, it felt like someone was cutting flesh from his body. During the last great battle, more than a hundred items in his Collection Room had been destroyed.
Dozens more had been badly damaged and had only narrowly been salvaged. They were barely surviving, and their subsequent treatment and upkeep were estimated to cost millions every year.
Yet Difan did not feel the slightest pain over that. As long as those unique items could be preserved, he felt it was worth it. It was immensely satisfying.
That was why Difan had become a collector. After countless years, he had finally found his path, and he intended to follow it through, even if it meant sacrificing his life.
Of course, Difan would never actually risk his life to snatch the Infinity Stone from Leo. It was indeed one of the collectibles he wanted most, but he was not suicidal.
Every collectible was a precious memory in Difan's heart, something he cared about more than anything else. Only the items before him could awaken those memories.
Thus, these were not merely solitary collectibles. They were also his memories from countless years, the things he valued most. Some things could truly only be remembered after seeing them, allowing him to recall the beauty of that time.
And now, Leo actually