How much money would it take to exchange for power?
Did you really have to ask?
Of course, all of it!
Mumen Rider did not yet know what this opportunity would bring him. But if it could give him the power to help more people, instead of charging forward every time only to be unable to offer anyone hope, then he would be willing to pay any price.
And so.
Shen Mo took all his money.
Then, one jar after another appeared on the floor, filling the small rental apartment to the brim.
"What are these?" Saitama reached out and poked one. "So many jars. Are they food?"
"Of course not." Shen Mo shook his head with a smile. "The power I can provide comes in all kinds, and it's endless. But what you ultimately obtain depends not only on the price, but also on fate. These jars are just like the capsule toys popular in your world. Before opening them, you have no idea what's inside. But every opening is an anticipation of a surprise."
Jar culture existed in many worlds.
There were many similar ways to play.
Capsule toys were one of them, so when Shen Mo mentioned them, both Mumen Rider and Saitama immediately understood.
"That sounds pretty interesting." Saitama was getting curious too. He raised his head and looked at Shen Mo. "Why didn't I have any jars back then?"
"You don't need them." Shen Mo crossed his arms. "People are different from one another. Some are born with powerful strength, while others can gain powerful strength through the turns of fate. You're the latter, so you don't need to pay too high a price, nor do you need jars to help your fate, because fate already favors you."
Although it sounded unfair.
But that was