The leader quickly agreed, noticing that “he” seemed to be in a slightly better mood, then cautiously retreated.
Upon exiting the room, someone immediately approached and whispered something in his ear.
A glint flashed in the leader’s eyes: “Did that demon really say that?”
He stroked his beard; although he was unsure of the underlying conspiracy, he indeed needed supplies for the shop and had no choice but to comply.
The reputation of the Light Temple had plummeted, and no one was willing to believe in the Light God anymore—even the former loyal believers were subtly shaken.
This time, the demon had opened a shop right in the state star region, a slap in the face for the temple.
Moreover… he could not afford to act recklessly at this moment.
“He” had been nurtured by the Light Temple for a thousand years, with an ever-growing appetite. If he truly offended that demon and failed to appease “him,” the toxicity of a thousand years would all rebound.
If that happened, the Light Temple would be utterly destroyed.
After a moment of consideration, the leader eventually conceded.
Since the demon settled in the state star region, countless guests had broken through the defenses of the Light Temple, many waiting eagerly for the spectacle of a fight.
To their surprise, however, the Light Temple remained unusually quiet for days, allowing the demon’s blatant actions to go unchallenged, even withdrawing the priests who guarded the entrance.
Now, the state star region had completely shattered a millennium of confinement; the flow of people was bustling, all entering with money and exiting with goods.
There were even rumors of collaboration between the Light Temple and the demon. This silent conflict ultimately saw the demon declare victory.
As time passed, people quickly lost interest in the Light Temple.
The massive sales of goods led to enormous changes in the main city, significantly enhancing its overall power.
The Floating Life Sect replaced the Light Temple, becoming the most commonly mentioned term among the people.
Almost everyone knew about this mysterious and powerful shop; be they nobles or commoners, ordinary folk or warriors, they were all treated equally.
The various magical items brought hope and a brighter future.
In comparison to the elusive Light God, relying on others for protection, the improvement of one’s own strength was tangible and reassuring.
In a hidden small room in Kaldera, around a dozen people gathered, the atmosphere serious.
In front of them lay three peculiar items.
An old piece of clothing, a mask, and a pen.
These were all purchased from the demon’s shop, and they had carefully selected a few to observe their effects.
Basically, everyone knew that the items from the demon’s shop were incredibly magical, but the effects were never publicly advertised—one could only explore through experience and research.
A middle-aged man tentatively picked up the pen and drew a circle on a piece of cowhide paper.
The pen was very strange; it automatically expelled ink without needing to be dipped, entirely unlike the feather quills they currently used.
The ink was intermittent, but eventually, a faint glow emerged as it broke through the limits of the paper, seemingly wanting to reveal itself.
The man was astonished. He traced the circle over and over again, and with each motion, the glow intensified. The circle began to take on a solid form, and when he touched it with his finger, he could feel a hard texture.
Instantly, everyone leaned in to observe, gasping in amazement.
“Oh my god, this must be a miracle; it actually creates tangible items from the pen!”
“How fantastic, how fantastic! Everything from that shop is extraordinary!”
“Hurry, hurry! Let me try, I want to draw a sword!”
After constant experimentation, they discovered that anything drawn with this pen could become a reality and possessed incredibly sharp and powerful edges.
In battle, wielding this pen and drawing a line could effectively serve as a weapon!
The group was filled with excitement as they turned their attention to the remaining two items: the mask and the shirt.
After their research, they concluded that although the shirt looked worn, it possessed extraordinary defensive capabilities, capable of conveniently protecting vital points without risking immediate death. Coupled with a first-rate healing bandage, it was comparable to a mage-level healing mage!
The mask left everyone in awe. At first glance, it seemed unremarkable, but once worn, it perfectly concealed one’s magical aura and presence, rendering the wearer ordinary.
“It truly lives up to the reputation of that great person’s new products, just as impressive as ever!”
This kind of conversation occurred in countless corners of Kaldera, quickly spreading throughout the entire main city. In no time, the new products became wildly popular; the three hundred pieces recently stocked by Lusnian were instantly sold out.
Meanwhile, Lusnian was still deep in the abyss. After replenishing the shop’s inventory, he received a message from Liu Er.
“Sir, someone is here to visit.”
As Lusnian returned to Kaldera and stepped out of the teleportation array, he immediately recognized the visitor’s identity.
It was Woris, whom he hadn’t seen in a long time.
He was no longer selling in Kaldera, having departed earlier with a merchant caravan to promote the Floating Life Goods Store in other cities.
This time, he sought Lusnian for this very purpose.
“The stock from the last shipment has sold out, and I would like to purchase more. Additionally, Sir, I would like to discuss something with you that I believe would be beneficial.”
“I propose we establish some exchange centers in those large towns, named Floating Life Offices, to recruit a few staff members for long-term sales; we would just need to periodically transport goods there.”
Although the demon shop had gained some fame, many people still remained at the stage of legend, with no means to personally purchase or experience their effects.
With just Woris’s efforts, it was impossible to supply the entire continent, but if they opened these so-called Floating Life Offices, it would be altogether different.
As for where to source the staff, it was quite simple; none of the believers of the demon from the Floating Life Sect would miss the opportunity, and some were nearly fighting over it.