Shen Mo's words did bring some comfort to Yuki Kitahara.
In this situation…
There was no need for the other party to deceive him.
His gaze fell on the cans, his palms involuntarily sweating.
He was a man of great ambition. As an ordinary person, he'd built a vast fortune, but that very success made him fear death all the more.
"How much are these cans worth?" he asked tentatively, shooting a harsh glare at his still-trembling eldest son. By contrast, his second son, who was visibly trying to stay composed, was far more impressive.
"These are just tier-one cans, worth fifty thousand each," Shen Mo said, holding up five fingers.
Fifty thousand?
Yuki Kitahara was surprised.
Not because it was expensive, but because it was so cheap?
After all, according to this man, these cans could "grant immortality, grant power."
"Just starting a business, you begin small to build trust," Shen Mo said, as if reading his thoughts, chuckling lightly. "As a merchant, I value trust above all."
"…Fine!" Yuki Kitahara summoned his resolve as family head.
He reached out, respectfully placing five hundred thousand in coins before Shen Mo.
"Then, the deal is struck," Shen Mo said, waving his hand to make the coins vanish. "Won't you open them? Trust me, you won't be disappointed."
Yuki Kitahara's hand trembled slightly.
If buying was the end of it, that'd be ideal, but clearly, it wasn't that simple.
Taking a deep breath…
He reached to open one.
"Father," his second son, Ryuta, suddenly spoke. "Let me do it."
"Ryuta…"
Yuki Kitahara was touched. After all, no one knew what might happen when these cans were opened.
But he nodded.
The Kitahara family couldn't afford to lose him.
Ryuta Kitahara, palms also sweaty, glanced cautiously at Shen Mo, gritted his teeth, and swiftly opened one of the cans.
Inside was a glowing orb.
"Congratulations—"
Shen Mo's sudden voice startled all three.
"The very first can yields a rare item worth sixty thousand," Shen Mo said with a congratulatory smile, waving his hand to lift the small orb. "This is an Experience Orb, embodying the experience of swinging a sword fourteen hundred times. So, care to try it, client?"
Indeed, this was a custom item.
Custom items were pricey.
But Shen Mo kept the cost at the minimum trade limit of six hundred Trade Points.
The key was…
Its miraculous effect could ease the wary client's fears—and spark greater interest.
Facing Shen Mo's smile, Yuki Kitahara fell silent.
"Father," Ryuta said again. "Please, let me try."
"Ryuta," Yuki Kitahara said, his eyes warm with approval. "It seems I've paid you too little attention in the past."
He hadn't been fond of his second son, but today's performance filled him with pride.
Shen Mo watched the scene with amusement.
These people, treating his items like some catastrophic beast?
Ryuta said little, his face resolute, and slowly reached for the orb.
In an instant…
The orb merged into his palm.
Ryuta's body stiffened. His arm grew warm, and a memory not his own flooded his mind—a memory of himself swinging a sword against a wooden post fourteen hundred times, never stopping. Instinctively, his hand formed a sword-gripping stance.
When he came to…
He stared at his palm in a daze.
There…
Were blisters from gripping a sword.
First disbelief, then, after swinging his arm a few times, joy and shock spread across his face.
"Father."
He turned to his father, excitedly showing the blisters and performing a sword swing—his movements precise and fluid.
It was real!
Yuki Kitahara couldn't help but gasp.
He knew his second son well—frail, never trained, always buried in books.
But these blisters…
Fresh from sword practice!
And that polished sword swing.
How was it possible?
Beyond shock, Yuki felt his scalp tingle—this was beyond his comprehension.
Shen Mo's lips curled, leisurely adjusting his already-neat collar, then said softly:
"This is the magic of the cans. They hold items beyond your imagination."
"So, shall we continue?"
His words seemed to snap them back. Yuki Kitahara had a realization.
Looking at the remaining nine cans…
He felt a spark of eagerness.
He was beginning to sense…
This might not be a crisis for the Kitahara family, but an opportunity—a colossal opportunity!
The next can…
He opened himself.
Inside was… a dagger.
"Ordinary items do appear," Shen Mo said with a slight shrug. "These are, after all, the cheapest tier-one cans."
Ordinary?
Yuki Kitahara held it, the blade's cold sheen reflecting his haggard face under candlelight, its edge so sharp it stung his eyes.
This was a rare, exceptional weapon.
And the grooves on it…
In his youth, a daring and ruthless man, Yuki instantly recognized their purpose.
"Fine blade," he praised.
"Please, continue," Shen Mo urged lightly.
Maintaining the Mirror Dimension's cost outweighed these items.
He needed to sell twenty sets of tier-one cans quickly, then move to tier-two.
"Yes!"
Yuki Kitahara had shaken off his initial fear, now looking at Shen Mo with awe and a hint of excitement!
Even his embarrassing eldest son…
Had stopped trembling, now gazing at the remaining cans with curiosity, even longing.
Shen Mo could already see what would happen next.
From fear, to anticipation, to obsession.
And finally…
Bankruptcy.
One can after another was opened.
They revealed all sorts of wondrous items.
This series…
In Shen Mo's design, was a "Swordsmanship Series" of cans.
So, he included weapons, sword-training experience, fragments of sword technique manuals, and even a faint wisp of sword intent from a xianxia world.
Though fleeting and minuscule…
It still left the three men stunned.
They grasped nothing tangible, but seemed to "see" the might of a sword cleaving mountains and rivers.
A realm unimaginable, godlike.
After the ten cans were opened…
Shen Mo gave a simple nudge.
Yuki Kitahara, without a word, immediately decided to keep purchasingcans.
His gaze… had turned feverish.
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