Chapter 166

"Overall it is short stick-shaped, about 15-20 cm long, held with one hand."

"The central part is a silver metal-textured cylinder, with golden wing-like structures extending symmetrically on both sides, resembling spread wings."

"Transparent crystal embedded at the top."

"Spark Lens, undoubtedly a classic color Spark Lens!"

Zhou Ming's gaze is locked on the Spark Lens lying quietly next to the plastic flower, his breathing a bit rapid. He walks quickly to the stall and points at the Spark Lens:

"Boss, how much for this?"

"Fifty thousand."

"???"

When I put out a question mark, it's not that I have a problem, but that you have a problem.

"You sell me a Spark Lens for fifty thousand?"

"Why, is this Spark Lens a prop from the crew during filming? A collector's item?"

"Are you treating me like a fool?"

Zhou Ming says unhappily. You sell a Spark Lens for fifty thousand? Treating him like a Sakura person?

If it were really a Myriad Realms treasure, that would be fine; no matter how much it is worth, it wouldn't be too much. Not to mention fifty thousand, even five hundred million, or even five billion, that wouldn't be a problem.

But you are just a figure, big brother!

Don't talk about any voice in the dark reminding him that he will regret it if he doesn't buy it; this voice has appeared too many times since the spiritual energy recovery, and he has bought so many things, but none of them were Myriad Realms treasures.

And no matter how loud the voice is, when he hears this price, he has no desire to buy it at all.

"Then you name a price."

The boss chuckles, also letting Zhou Ming speak.

In this era of dimensional invasion, how could he not know what he is selling?

It's mainly because he used to do antiques, so he's used to hearing people ask for prices.

The antique market is really not doing well after the spiritual energy recovery. How lively it used to be, all people wanting to pick up leaks and apply their treasure appraisal knowledge; unlike now, their whole hearts are set on Myriad Realms treasures.

Myriad Realms treasures are not that easy to find. You might as well count on picking up leaks among their things, which are basically all fake, at least the probability is a bit higher.

"Fifty."

Just a Spark Lens figure, and it's plastic; fifty is already paying for the sentiment.

As for the genuine one, you count on a small stall to sell genuine ones?

He dares to sell, but you have to believe it.

"Deal!"

The stall owner doesn't even lift his eyelids, as crisp as if he had been waiting for this sentence. He grabs the Spark Lens and stuffs it into Zhou Ming's hand, while the other hand has already poked the QR code sign in front of him.

"Scan this."

"..."

Zhou Ming's mouth twitches. This is too straightforward; even pretending to sigh or shake his head is saved?

At least act a little, pull with each other, and give him some sense of participation.

"Looking at you, I know you're an old two-dimensional."

"What is what price, don't you have a count in your heart?"

"As long as there is profit."

He says, handing the plastic flower placed next to the Spark Lens to Zhou Ming.

"Here, I'll give it to you. People in those treasure appraisal novels like to buy a fake one and then add a real one!"

"I'll add one for you too."

"Maybe this flower will really become a Myriad Realms treasure."

"Two for fifty, you're making a killing."

Making a killing my ass.

Zhou Ming rolls his eyes, but still takes the plastic flower and scans the money over.

After buying the Spark Lens, Zhou Ming doesn't continue to wander.

He feels that the fate of a day is limited, so he only buys one thing every day that makes him feel a response.

After returning home, he throws the plastic flower on the table, holding the Spark Lens and striking a classic transformation pose.

"Tiga——!"

No reaction.

"As expected."

Zhou Ming shakes his head, but there is no regret or pity.

It's not the first time anyway.

He opens the cabinet and puts the Spark Lens inside.

The cabinet is piled with similar "items," Kamen Rider's belt, a banana-like Devil Fruit, Kuchiki Rukia's Sode no Shirayuki, Konoha forehead protector...

He stares at the cabinet for a while, finally closes the cabinet door with a "bang," out of sight, out of mind.

Zhou Ming walks to the table, slumps in the chair, picks up the plastic flower on the table, and unconsciously fiddles with the petals and leaves of the plastic flower with his fingertips.

His gaze is a bit unfocused, but in his mind, the figures of those Myriad Realms treasure holders uncontrollably emerge.

Hyorinmaru, which turns a radius of a hundred meters into extreme cold in an instant; the Railgun that streaks across the sky, and Ryujin Jakka that instantly annihilates the beast tide...

Those images spread wildly on the website, each one making his blood boil, and then quickly cool down.

"Sure enough, ordinary people are ordinary people no matter when."

He sighs longly, the back of his head against the back of the chair, looking up at the sky; the dust on the ceiling is just like his plain and unremarkable life trajectory.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with a plain life. Don't many strong people in anime also yearn for an ordinary life?

But principles are principles.

"Who the hell doesn't want to be a cheater..."

He mutters in a low voice, the plastic flower turning round and round between his fingers.

Ability awakening didn't choose him, and he can't find Myriad Realms treasures either.

The only thing worth comforting is probably that there has been a spurt of new anime recently, and major platforms are frantically buying copyrights, probably wanting to artificially use the "dimensional invasion" mechanism, trying to make more Myriad Realms treasures materialize into reality.

But when the time comes, can they really obtain Myriad Realms treasures?

Zhou Ming sighs, not holding much hope for this.

He closes his eyes slightly, his eyelids gradually becoming heavy, and a hazy sleepiness surges up.

Time passes silently.

The plastic flower he threw on his chest is somehow wrapped in a layer of soft micro-light; the rough plastic texture gradually fades, the petals stretch and thin, and the edges show a translucent luster, as if reshaped by some force.

Its form also changes quietly in the halo.

The slender stamens hang down like silk threads, the petals are slender and eerie, and the edges are slightly curled, as if gently brushed by an invisible wind.

It is a Spider Lily.

But unlike the ordinary Spider Lily that is as bright red as blood, this flower presents a deep blue, like a crystal condensed from the deep sea.

It floats quietly above Zhou Ming's chest, the light gradually becoming stronger; then, the whole flower melts, turning into strands of blue light, seeping into his body like water.

And Zhou Ming, who is sleeping, knows nothing about this.

The transformation begins.

Indescribable terrifying vitality surges into Zhou Ming's body like a tide, every inch of flesh and blood is boiling and reorganizing; his skin gradually fades its original color, becoming as pale as paper, but also revealing an almost eerie luster, as if it were porcelain condensed from moonlight.

His facial contours become more handsome under the carving of this power, his brow bones are deep, his nose bridge is high, his lip color is so light that it is almost transparent, and his whole person reveals a sense of inhuman perfection.

His body stretches and reshapes, his shoulders widen, his waist and abdomen tighten, his muscle lines are smooth and sharp, and the contours of his abdominal muscles appear, but not too exaggerated, like a carefully designed doll.

(End of chapter)