Too Powerful: Noble Brat

"Achoo!"

Drogo sneezed.

Was someone talking about me? With an Ancient Dragon's physique, catching a cold was admittedly rather difficult.

As the owner of Drogo's Toy Store, he naturally had to do his part for the shop.

He was currently playing a Sub-dragon named "Drogo," lying beside the entrance as the store mascot.

The job was quite leisurely. As long as he kept reading his spellbook there, countless people would be drawn into the shop.

Many children wielded wooden swords, shouting all sorts of slogans as they gestured near him. They even voiced every slash with their mouths, yet none of them dared approach for real.

There was also endless bickering.

"Lifi is the strongest!"

"Nonsense, Mike is stronger!"

"Lifi is stronger!"

"He already lost!"

"Millie is so cute..."

Sure enough, power scalers existed in every world.

"Young master, wait for me!"

A shout came from across the street, and Drogo turned to look.

At the front was a boy of around ten. The protective enchantments on his clothes were pretty good; judging by them, if Drogo poked him with a claw, at least he would leave behind an intact corpse.

A servant boy about the same age followed behind him, along with two guards.

The boy did not even queue up. He charged straight into the shop.

Hey! This dragon had quite the temper.

Drogo was just about to drag him back out when the boy planted his hands on his hips in the middle of the store and declared, "I'm Hal Craig. I want a custom Yo-yo!"

Fine, let him go in, then.

This dragon had flexible standards.

To ensure the toy store's first custom order went smoothly, Drogo followed them to the second floor.

Craig... which family was that again?

No commoner would buy toys with such an entourage.

Oh, right. They were probably the family that made magical Constructs. If he remembered correctly, their family had some Four Sacred Constructs, and three of them had been destroyed by his claws.

Drogo swore he had not wanted to destroy them. He had meant to snatch them for his collection, but he had not known how to remove their creator's control and had gotten a little too violent by accident.

Thinking about it now, it was rather regrettable. He had almost regained the joy of playing with Gundams.

Craig, however, made himself right at home. Upon reaching the second floor, he immediately said, "I want to see the best Yo-yo craftsman!"

He'd probably scare you half to death if he came out.

Naturally, no one said that aloud. Aisha wore a professional smile, carrying herself like an experienced saleswoman.

"Our team of craftsmen is not currently in the city, but please rest assured that we will arrange the finest artisan for you."

She then took out a prepared personalized customization catalog. The entire book was hand-drawn, with one clear goal: to look expensive.

It even included animated demonstrations of tricks for different Yo-yo styles, displayed directly on the pages through an interesting little spell.

The available options included shape, material, color scheme, printing, engraving, and storage cases.

There were still relatively few material options, only several lightweight woods and stones. There was a type of stone here that floated on water and felt similar to plastic when used.

As for metal, or even magical-metal Yo-yos, the current craftsmanship was not up to the task.

They had tried visiting dwarves several times, but had failed to reach any cooperation. Even the "Look! This is your family heirloom!" tactic had not worked.

Dwarves were a race famous for their willfulness. They cared deeply about personal chemistry in everything. Sometimes, if they got happily drunk with you, they would forge things for free. Other times, they would name an exorbitant price yet refuse to make money simply because they did not feel like it.

Very healthy mental state, making Drogo's claws twitch.

Still, he had not used force to threaten them. Dwarves were not particularly wealthy either; they lived by their craftsmanship and should not be bullied.

This matter would have to be considered slowly. He needed to appeal to their preferences.

"I want my family crest engraved on the Yo-yo, and I want the Craig family flag's colors. As for the shape and material, which are the best?"

"That depends on the style of play you want. Every shape and material has its own characteristics."

"Hmm..."

Faced with so many options, Craig fell into a dilemma of choice.

"If you're new to Yo-yos, I recommend this standard shape with responsive and unresponsive bearing options. It is quite versatile and can perform both string tricks and looping tricks."

Aisha turned to the next page and continued, "This is a butterfly-shaped Yo-yo. Compared to the standard shape, it is more suitable for string tricks, but it cannot be tugged back up and must be wound with string..."

"Too troublesome!" Craig slapped his thigh. "How about this? I want every shape, all made with the most expensive materials!"

Aisha knew nobles were rich, but she had not expected them to be this rich. The little brat was spending as much on toys as she earned in two years.

The servant behind him directly took out a small stack of gold coins. He did not mention paying a deposit first; he would pay the full amount once the Yo-yos were delivered. Perhaps he was simply confident that no one would dare cheat him.

Aisha was just about to stand and see them off, perhaps giving them some accessories as a gift.

Craig suddenly asked, "How much would it cost for me to appear in Blazing Teens?"

"I'm very sorry, and thank you for your love of Blazing Teens, but the story is already complete, so it would be difficult to add another character. If there are better opportunities for cooperation in the future, we will certainly contact you."

The little brat had quite a lot of ideas.

Nothing could go wrong with the contents of Blazing Teens. It was the guarantee of the Yo-yos' future popularity.

The greatest taboo in the arts was amateurs directing professionals, investors meddling with everything—changing the plot today, forcing in a character tomorrow, squeezing out a quick profit from a perfectly good IP, then running off and leaving creators with a complete mess.

"However," Aisha said, changing the subject, "we also offer services for naming new tricks and customizing special effects. Your new trick will appear in the comic."

"Really?!" Craig immediately perked up.

Nobles spent enormous sums on luxuries not because they were truly foolish with too much money. Though they did indeed have more money than they knew what to do with, what mattered most was the unique feeling of "I have it, and you don't."

Did you know how attractive it was to a child for a trick they named themselves to be learned by every other child?

"But... but I don't know how."

"No problem." Aisha smiled mysteriously and took out another booklet. "These are tricks that have not yet appeared in the comic and do not have names. You can choose one you like and designate which character will use it.

"We will also arrange for someone to teach you, ensuring that you fully master it. The special-effect elements can be customized as well, and you will be recorded as the trick's inventor in future individual comic volumes."

"Wow! Then how much will that cost?"

"Uh..."

Aisha and Drogo were both stumped. They had just come up with this service on the spot and had not decided on a price yet. Who knew what kind of spending power nobles truly had?

One human and one dragon began a private discussion.

"How about five gold coins?"

"Wouldn't that be a bit much? Those two guards could learn that little illusion spell of mine with some practice."

"Ask for the moon, then bargain on the ground. Try holding up five fingers first. Maybe this foolish kid will agree."

Having reached an agreement, Aisha awkwardly held up five fingers and had only just begun to say, "Five—"

"What?!" Craig shot to his feet with a bang.

"Actually, it doesn't have to—" Aisha hurriedly tried to say there was room for negotiation.

"Only fifty gold coins? Wonderful! It's settled, then!"

One human and one dragon froze.

Watching Craig spin around excitedly, Drogo said, "Do you think we should give Toto a bigger bonus?"

A moment later, on the first floor.

Toto was demonstrating various tricks to customers, her eyes narrowed and head drooping. It was hard to tell whether she was asleep or awake.

"Toto, I have an important task for you. Teach a child your new trick. Ten silver coins."

Toto, who looked like a walking corpse, visibly regained her energy and charged toward the second floor.

As she ran, she laughed. "Someone actually spent ten silver coins to learn Yo-yo tricks, kekeke..."

It seemed they could never tell Toto how much Craig had actually spent. They were afraid she would not be able to handle it.