From Fear to Bankruptcy

From Fear to Bankruptcy

Shen Mo's words did indeed bring Kitahara Yuki some comfort.

In this situation,

there was no need for the other party to deceive him.

His gaze fell on the jars, and cold sweat involuntarily appeared on his palms.

He was an ambitious man. As an ordinary person, he had built up a considerable fortune, but precisely because of that, he was even more afraid of death.

"I wonder how much these jars are worth?" he asked tentatively, while glaring fiercely at his eldest son, who was still trembling uncontrollably. By comparison, his second son, who had already made an effort to calm himself, was clearly more outstanding.

"These are only Level 1 Chests. They're worth fifty thousand each." Shen Mo raised five fingers.

Fifty thousand?

Kitahara Yuki was somewhat surprised.

Not because they were expensive, but because they were actually so cheap?

After all, according to the other party, these jars could "grant eternal life and bestow power."

"We've only just started doing business, so naturally we have to start small and build trust." Shen Mo seemed to know what he was thinking and chuckled. "As a merchant, I place great importance on the word trust."

"Good!" Kitahara Yuki displayed the decisiveness of a family head.

He extended his hand and respectfully placed five hundred thousand in cash before Shen Mo.

"Then the transaction is complete." Shen Mo waved his hand, and the money disappeared. "Aren't you going to open them? Trust me, they won't disappoint you."

Kitahara Yuki's palm trembled slightly.

If they could simply buy them and leave, that would naturally be ideal, but clearly, things were not that simple.

He took a deep breath.

He extended his hand and was about to open one.

"Father." His second son suddenly spoke. "Let me do it."

"Ryota."

Kitahara Yuki was somewhat moved. After all, no one knew what would happen once these jars were opened.

Even so, he nodded.

The Kitahara Family could not do without him.

Kitahara Ryota was sweating as well. After cautiously glancing at Shen Mo, he gritted his teeth and abruptly opened one of the jars.

Inside was a ball of light.

"Congratulations—"

Shen Mo's sudden voice startled all three of them into trembling.

"The very first jar produced a rare item worth sixty thousand." Shen Yun smiled in congratulations and waved a hand, causing the small ball of light to float upward. "This is an Experience Pack. It represents the experience gained from swinging a sword one thousand four hundred times. Would you like to try it, guest?"

That was right. This was a customized product.

Although customized products were very expensive,

Shen Mo had nevertheless controlled its cost at six hundred Trading Points, the lowest price allowed by the transaction limit.

The key was

that its miraculous effect could ease these trembling guests' wariness and—heighten their interest.

Facing Shen Mo's smile, Kitahara Yuki fell silent.

"Father." It was Kitahara Ryota again. "Please let me try it."

"Ryota." Kitahara Yuki looked at him with relief. "It seems I haven't cared for you enough in the past."

He indeed did not particularly like this second son, but his performance today greatly pleased Kitahara Yuki.

Shen Mo watched the scene with interest.

Did these people regard his products as if they were a flood or ferocious beasts?

Kitahara Ryota did not say much. With a resolute expression, he slowly extended his hand and touched the ball of light.

In an instant,

the ball of light sank into his palm.

Kitahara Ryota's body immediately stiffened. He felt his arm grow slightly warm, and a memory that did not belong to him surfaced in his mind. In that memory, he swung a sword at a wooden stake exactly one thousand four hundred times without stopping. Unconsciously, his hand even assumed the empty grip of someone holding a sword.

When he came back to himself,

he stared blankly at his palm.

On it,

were even blisters worn from gripping a sword.

At first, he was incredulous. But after swinging his arm a few times, his face filled with delight and shock.

"Father."

He looked toward his father, excitedly showing him the blisters on his palm. He even assumed a sword-swinging stance, the movement exceptionally precise and smooth.

It was actually real!

Kitahara Yuki could not help taking a deep breath.

He knew his second son better than anyone. Because his physique was rather weak, he had never trained and had always focused on his studies.

But these blisters

had clearly just been formed from practicing swordsmanship!

And that skilled sword-swinging stance—

How had it been achieved?

Along with his shock, Kitahara Yuki felt his scalp go numb. This had exceeded his ability to understand.

A smile played at the corners of Shen Mo's lips. He leisurely straightened his already-neat collar, then said softly:

"This is the wonder of the jars. Inside them are products beyond anything you can imagine."

"So, shall we continue?"

His words seemed to remind the few people of something, and Kitahara Yuki suddenly understood.

Looking at the nine remaining jars,

he found himself growing eager.

He had already faintly realized

that this might not be a crisis for the Kitahara Family, but an opportunity—an enormous opportunity!

The next jar.

He opened it himself.

Inside was a dagger.

"Ordinary products are included as well." Shen Mo shrugged slightly. "After all, this is only the cheapest Level 1 Chest."

Ordinary?

Kitahara Yuki held it in his hand. The cold blade reflected his haggard face beneath the candlelight, and its icy edge even stabbed painfully at his eyes.

This was an exceptionally sharp weapon.

Moreover, the grooves on it—

Kitahara Yuki, who had dared to fight and kill in his youth, easily thought of their purpose.

"Good blade," he praised.

"Please continue." Shen Mo urged him on slightly.

The cost of maintaining this Mirror Space was even greater than the cost of these products.

He had to sell twenty sets of Level 1 Chests as quickly as possible, then begin selling Level 2 Chests.

"Yes!"

Kitahara Yuki had also recovered from his initial fear. His gaze toward Shen Mo held reverence and faint excitement!

Even his unimpressive eldest son

had stopped trembling. He was now watching the remaining jars with curiosity, even desire.

Shen Mo had already seen what would happen next.

From fear, to anticipation, to obsession.

Finally,

bankruptcy.

One jar after another was opened.

Various miraculous items appeared inside.

This series

belonged to the "Swordsmanship Series" of jars in Shen Mo's configuration.

Thus, he had placed weapons, sword-training experience, fragments of swordsmanship manuals, and even a faint trace of Sword Intent from the Sword Immortal World inside.

Although it was extremely faint and vanished in an instant,

it still left the three people before him horrified.

They had not comprehended anything substantial. They had merely seemed to "see" the might of a single sword severing mountains and rivers.

That was an unimaginable realm, like that of a god.

After all ten jars had been opened,

Shen Mo only offered a few simple pointers.

Kitahara Yuki decided without a second thought to continue purchasing jars.

His gaze had already begun to burn with fervor.