Shen Mo saw the man's fervor.
Not just him.
His two sons, too.
As expected.
Compared to someone like Tsunade, already powerful, the weak were far more easily consumed by the desire for strength.
Shen Mo raised a hand, summoning another set of cans.
"Go ahead," he said with a smile, swiftly collecting the proffered wealth.
For Shen Mo, the more addicted the client, the better.
Yuki Kitahara, unable to hold back, opened a can.
Item after item was revealed.
This time, another Experience Orb appeared—this one for training in a specific sword technique. Yuki used it himself.
Though it was a memory of grueling practice, he wore an expression of pure bliss.
His body even trembled with excitement.
The sensation of growing stronger in an instant was an irresistible temptation for an ambitious man like him.
"Sir, I want to continue!" he said, gazing at Shen Mo with fervor and awe.
Shen Mo said nothing, just smiled and waved his hand.
Keep opening cans!
Twenty sets of tier-one cans, all opened in under an hour.
Total cost: ten million in Naruto world currency, equivalent to six hundred thousand Trade Points.
It was nearing Tsunade's spending.
Yet the Kitahara family's wealth had barely dwindled.
"Congratulations, client. You've earned the right to open tier-two cans."
Shen Mo said this calmly, the second time he'd uttered the phrase.
"Tier-two cans?" Yuki Kitahara seemed to catch on, looking at Shen Mo with anticipation.
"Indeed," Shen Mo said, gesturing to the items before them. "Only clients who've purchased a certain number of tier-one cans qualify for higher-tier cans. You've likely noticed—while tier-one cans contain many wondrous items, most aren't of high value."
Low value?
Yuki Kitahara's breathing quickened.
True.
These items were miraculous but had limited impact, offering only modest enhancements.
"Tier-two cans, five hundred thousand each," Shen Mo said, waving his hand to summon ten larger cans.
At this price…
A single set was three hundred thousand Trade Points.
This was the tool to bleed the Kitahara family dry.
"Five hundred thousand…"
Yuki Kitahara hesitated for a moment, as even for him, this wasn't a small sum.
But gazing at the miraculous items before him…
His heart blazed again.
"Buy!" he said, pushing five million in coins toward Shen Mo. "Give me a set."
"Trust me," Shen Mo said, chuckling as he collected the hefty sum, "you won't regret it."
And he didn't.
By the third can, it yielded something similar to before.
Experience.
Body-Forging Experience.
But its effect was ten times stronger!
Yuki Kitahara used it and felt his body heat up. His once frail, aged frame suddenly swelled with muscle, becoming strong and vigorous!
"This… it's a miracle!"
He stared at his body, feeling this flawless strength, indistinguishable from power he'd trained himself, a perfect feeling.
His heart raced.
If he relied on these cans, it was possible—he could surpass ninjas!
"Ten times the price, naturally ten times the value," Shen Mo said with a light chuckle, his voice almost seductive. "If you open a Medical Series of cans, you might even find a Fountain of Youth, restoring your youth."
"Hiss—" Yuki Kitahara gasped.
But he didn't doubt.
Everything before him had proven the cans' magic.
His arms even broke out in goosebumps from excitement.
"Sir," he said, suddenly struck by a thought, looking at Shen Mo with fervor, "are there… even higher-tier cans?"
Shen Mo's lips curled into a smile, nodding gently.
"Of course."
Yuki Kitahara's eyes turned bloodshot.
Blazing with intensity.
Breathing heavily, after a moment's silence…
He abruptly…
Pushed all his remaining wealth toward Shen Mo.
"Father!" his eldest son cried, startled by such actions. "That's our family's entire fortune!"
"Fool!" Yuki Kitahara kicked his son, veins bulging on his neck. "With power! With youth restored, what does it matter if the Kitahara family loses all its money, all its assets? Everything can be reclaimed!"
Shen Mo's mention of regaining youth truly stirred him.
He'd been hesitating, thinking to leave some wealth for his sons.
But now…
His ambition, long stifled by lack of talent and ability, surged wildly before the miracles of these cans.
"This wealth totals two hundred million," Shen Mo said unhurriedly. "Enough to purchase forty sets of tier-two cans. Which series would you like, client?"
"Only tier-two cans?" Yuki Kitahara froze.
This was his family's entire fortune, amassed over years.
Even the gold hidden in his sleeve was included, save for immovable assets.
"After purchasing fifty sets, you'll qualify for tier-three cans," Shen Mo said with a faint smile. "Those are the rules."
The moment he said those last four words…
An eerie…
Chilling dread swept through the three men's hearts.
They'd die.
Break the rules, and they'd surely die!
Though the fear lasted only a moment, Yuki Kitahara found his back drenched in sweat.
His gaze toward Shen Mo grew even more reverent.
These miraculous cans were merely this man's wares—what kind of unimaginable being was he?
Shen Mo was pleased with this look.
The Fear Spell's effect was decent.
He was…
Growing ever more adept at using disposable items to project awe.
After Yuki Kitahara chose a series…
Shen Mo waved his hand.
Four hundred cans appeared densely before them.
"The transaction is complete," Shen Mo said, bowing elegantly. He knew the man was out of money, then handed over a badge as usual. "You're now a member of the Omni-Potent Chamber of Commerce. If you wish to purchase more cans later, contact me through the badge."
"Thank you, sir."
Yuki Kitahara accepted the intricate badge with utmost care.
"Then, I take my leave," Shen Mo said, bowing again.
With a soft pop, his body seemed to shatter and dissolve along with the invisible barrier, a bizarre sight that sent shivers down the trio's spines.
But looking at the hundreds of cans before them…
They were filled with fervor.
What Yuki Kitahara didn't know was that his wealth—enough to purchase a formidable ability—was siphoned off by Shen Mo, who took four-fifths, with the rest diluted by numerous useless cans.
What remained for enhancing strength would, at best, boost him to a mere chunin level.
When he realized that, after sacrificing all his wealth, he still wasn't truly powerful…
Would he regret it?
No.
He'd buy more cans!
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