In a secluded hut in Caldera, a dozen or so people gathered, the atmosphere solemn.
Before them lay three strange objects:
An old garment, a mask, and a pen.
These were all purchased from the Demon Shop, and they had bought a few to test their effects.
Almost everyone knew that the Demon Shop’s items were incredibly magical but their effects were never publicized. They could only be discovered through experience and research.
A middle-aged man tentatively picked up the pen and drew a circle on a piece of parchment.
This pen was also very strange. It dispensed ink automatically without needing to be dipped in ink, completely different from the quill pens they currently used.
The ink flowed intermittently, haltingly, until the circle was finally completed before emitting a faint glow. The ink seemed to transcend the limitations of the paper as if it wanted to leap out.
The man was astonished. He repeated the circle, and with each stroke, the glow intensified. The circle actually materialized, and he could feel its hard texture to the touch.
Immediately, everyone around craned their necks, marveling at the sight.
“My God, this is a miracle! It can actually make what it draws into reality!”
“It’s amazing, so amazing! Everything in that shop is extraordinary.”
“Quick, quick, let me try! I want to draw a sword!”
After repeated attempts, they discovered that anything drawn with this pen could become a real entity, possessing extremely sharp and powerful edges.
In battle, holding the pen and drawing a line that breaks through the paper could be used as a weapon!
People became excited, and looked at the remaining two items: the mask and the shirt.
The final conclusion after research was that the shirt, though worn, possessed extremely strong defensive capabilities that were enough to protect the heart and prevent immediate death. Combined with the highly effective healing bandage, it was comparable to a healing mage of the archmage level!
The mask astonished everyone. It looked ordinary, but once worn, it perfectly concealed one’s magic energy and presence, making them appear completely unremarkable.
“Truly worthy of that lord’s new product, as powerful as ever!”
Such conversations echoed throughout Caldera, and quickly spread throughout the main city. The new product sold even better, and the three hundred items Lu Sinian had just listed were instantly sold out.
Lu Sinian was still in the Abyss. After replenishing his shop’s stock, he received a message from Liu Er.
“My lord, someone has come to visit.”
Lu Sinian returned to Caldera and, as soon as he stepped out of the teleportation array, he saw the visitor.
It was Vorris, whom he hadn’t seen in a long time.
He no longer sold in Caldera. As a traveling merchant, he had long since led caravans to other cities to promote the Floating Life General Store.
He had come to see Lu Sinian this time precisely for this matter.
“The goods we ordered last time are sold out, and I’d like to buy some more. Also, my lord, I’d like to discuss something with you that should be beneficial.”
“I think it would be better to set up some exchange centers in the major towns, called ‘Floating Life Offices,’ recruit some shop assistants, and have them sell goods long-term. We only need to periodically transport goods there.”
Although the Demon Shop is already somewhat famous, many people still only know about it through legend, without a way to personally purchase and experience its effects.
Vorris alone cannot supply the entire continent but if these so-called Floating Life Offices are opened, it will be a different story.
As for where the shop assistants will come from, it’s very simple: every Floating Life Member who believes in demons wants to come, they almost fought over it.
Simply raising the price of one level would be enough to cover the daily operations and salary payments of the Floating Life Office. It would run smoothly without any effort from Lu Sinian himself.
After understanding his suggestion, Lu Sinian’s eyes lit up. Wasn’t this just like a global chain store in the 21st century?
Indeed, a businessman’s intuition is sharp in any world.
He naturally had no reason to refuse such a good deal. If this matter was successfully handled, one million energy coins would be easily within his grasp.
The purchasing power of a city is but a drop in the ocean compared to an entire continent.
He agreed to Vorris’s suggestion.
Soon after, Abel arrived as well, this time for the Church of Light.
“My lord, please entrust your previous plan to me! I will do my best to complete your orders and achieve a perfect conclusion!”
Hmm… was it about delivering goods to the Church of Light?
Lu Sinian felt that such a small matter could be handled by anyone, there was no need for Abel to come personally.
But Abel didn’t see it that way. He trusted no one but himself. The Demon Lord had worked so hard to secure this opportunity, what if something went wrong? Wouldn’t that be a waste?
He felt he had to go himself and uncover the Church of Light’s conspiracy.
Looking at the Abel’s strangely determined eyes, Lu Sinian finally let him deliver it.
His agreement with the Church of Light was one hundred durian candies daily, purchased at the original price. As a VIP customer making bulk purchases, he was entitled to home delivery.
Abel took the durian candies and headed towards the main Church.
Halfway there, he stopped and took something out, putting it on his face.
It was a red-furred fox with a cunning, curved smile. It slowly faded into his face, altering his features.
It was a fox mask sold in the Demon Shop.
Instantly, Abel became an ordinary middle-aged man with no magic energy emanating from him. He would be unrecognizable in a crowd.
As the founder of the Floating Life Church, Abel was already under the high guard of the Church of Light. Entering the Church of Light unnecessarily would be tantamount to directly telling them, “Yes, I’m your rival here to cause you trouble.”
Therefore, disguise was essential.
He moved swiftly, but was stopped before even reaching the Church entrance.
Abel was startled. Had he been discovered?
His mind raced, trying to think of a way to explain himself. Before he could come up with anything, he heard the guard speak.
“Halt! The shop is in the southeast corner. This is the Church of Light. Don’t go the wrong way!”
Abel froze, then realized what was happening.
Since the state sector no longer restricted outsiders, many people heading for the Demon Shop had mistakenly entered the Church of Light, hence this exchange.
He couldn’t help but laugh, saying, “I was sent by the shop to deliver durian candy, you see.”
Abel shook the burlap sack in his hand.
The guard looked at it hesitantly before letting him inside.