193: Chapter 193 Weird Weapon

Watching this fat man, who had been so arrogant moments ago, now begging for mercy like a dog, the disgust in Lin Fan's eyes deepened.

"Xiaoya, do you still want to attend a school where someone like this is the director?"

Lin Fan turned back to look at his younger sister.

Lin Xiaoya nodded, a hint of craftiness flashing in her eyes.

"I do. Why wouldn't I?"

"Brother, you often say that where there is oppression, there is resistance, and where there is resistance, there is business."

"I think there are many wealthy people in this school. It's very suitable for developing them into our downlines... oh no, I mean customers."

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Good! As expected of my sister!"

He patted Liu Defa's fat face. "Did you hear that? My sister wants to attend school."

"If you dare to make things difficult for her in school, or if you tell anyone about what happened today..."

"Believe me, the next time someone comes looking for you, it won't be me, but my blind boxes."

Liu Defa nodded frantically, like a woodpecker.

"Yes, yes, yes! I will definitely serve your sister like she's my own grandmother!"

Having resolved the enrollment issue, Lin Fan took Lin Xiaoya's hand and walked out of the office building.

The sunlight was still bright, but Lin Fan knew that the waters of Kyoto were deeper than he had imagined.

Even a place like a school had been riddled with the influence of the Great Families like a sieve.

After seeing his sister off for her enrollment, Lin Fan returned to the South Suburb Base alone.

The vast warehouse was empty, with only a few intelligent cleaning robots operating silently.

Without that group of chattering rich kids, the place actually felt a bit lonely.

"Perfect, time to take stock of this harvest."

Lin Fan hummed a little tune as he walked into the core storage room located beneath the warehouse.

This place was encased in s-grade alloy walls he had spent a fortune on, with defensive capabilities comparable to a national treasury.

In the center of the storage room, a mountain of disorganized materials was piled up.

These were all brought back by him and Zhao Wujing's team from the Kyoto Garrison's abandoned material center that night. A portion had been used to build the department base, but a significant amount remained.

Although they were nominally scrap, in the eyes of Lin Fan, who possessed the myriad blind box system, this was a massive gold mine.

"System, activate scanning mode."

Lin Fan commanded in his mind.

[Ding! Scanning activated.]

[Detected a large amount of C-rank damaged alloy, recyclable.]

[Detected a B-rank scrapped psionic engine, core still intact, repairable.]

[Detected A-rank broken battle saber fragments, containing weak saber intent, can be used as blind box filler.]

As the system prompts continued to sound, Lin Fan, like an industrious hamster, quickly categorized the pile of junk.

"This broken shield, though cracked, is made of deep sea sinking silver. Melting it down could make a frying pan blind box to sell to the cooking squad as a self-defense weapon."

"This broken sword... tsk tsk, the blood on it isn't even dry yet. The baleful aura is quite heavy; it could be made into an artifact to suppress a haunted house."

As Lin Fan sorted, he brainstormed all sorts of bizarre product descriptions in his head.

Just as he cleared down to the very bottom of the junk mountain, an inconspicuous black iron rod caught his attention.

The rod was about 1.5 meters long, entirely pitch black, with a surface covered in mottled marks that looked like rust.

It was pressed under a massive tank armor plate, looking completely unremarkable.

But the moment Lin Fan's fingers touched it, a bone-chilling cold rushed from his fingertips straight to his skull.

"Hiss!"

Lin Fan sucked in a breath of cold air and instinctively tried to shake it off.

But the rod seemed stuck to his hand, and it was incredibly heavy.

With his current Grandmaster Level physical strength, lifting several tons with one hand was like child's play.

Yet this seemingly ordinary iron rod actually made him feel the strain.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Lin Fan pulled it out with force.

As the iron rod left the ground, a small piece of the rust covering it suddenly peeled off.

Revealing dark gold patterns inside.

Those patterns were ancient and obscure, not looking like human writing, but more like some naturally formed laws of the world.

At that moment, the system, which had been silent, suddenly emitted a piercing alarm.

[Warning! Warning!]

[High-dimensional energy reaction detected!]

[Residual aura of an Ancient God detected!]

[Item Name: Broken Spear of a Fallen God (Fragment)]

[Quality: ??? (Currently Sealed)]

[Source: Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, 3rd Floor, Godfall Land]

[Description: This is a weapon that was once stained with the blood of a Supreme God. Although it is broken and its divinity has almost entirely drained away, a trace of undying slaughter intent is still sealed within.]

[Note: Host's current level is too low; cannot analyze, cannot repair, cannot use.]

Lin Fan's pupils constricted sharply.

Ancient God?

The third floor of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield?

Although he knew this world had the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield and that human powerhouses fought there...

He had always thought that the so-called "Gods" were just more powerful members of alien races.

But the feeling this broken spear gave him was completely different.

It was an absolute suppression of the life level. Even as a mere remnant weapon, it caused the spiritual energy circulation in his body to stagnate.

"System, can this thing be made into a blind box?"

Lin Fan asked tentatively.

If he could package it up and sell it to those top-tier big shots, he could definitely trade it for half the resources in the national treasury.

[Ding! Due to the high item level, the current blind box function level is insufficient.]

[Unlock "God-level blind box" permissions to operate.]

[Unlock Conditions: Host must reach the Martial King Realm and collect at least three strands of complete divinity.]

Lin Fan smacked his lips and touched the cold spear shaft with some regret.

"Looks like a plot hook for the late game."

He muttered to himself.

The fact that this item appeared in the military's waste warehouse meant that someone in the military must have entered the third floor of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield and returned alive with spoils of war.

This also indirectly confirmed that the so-called "Godfall Land" truly existed.

Perhaps in the near future, he would also have to step into that meat-grinder of a place.

"However, while I can't sell it, using it as a treasure to guard my house is enough."

With a thought, Lin Fan tried to put it into the system space.

But the broken spear actually resisted, seemingly unwilling to enter that small space.

"Heh, quite a temper you've got."

Lin Fan let out a cold laugh, and the Divine Ember Flame in his body suddenly erupted. Golden flames coiled along his arm and onto the broken spear.

"Now that you're in my hands, if you're a dragon, you'll coil up; if you're a god, you'll kneel."

"Get in there!"

Under the scorching of the divine fire and the pressure of Lin Fan's domineering will, the broken spear finally let out an unwilling hum, turning into a streak of light as it was forcibly stuffed into the deepest part of the system space.

After doing all this, Lin Fan wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

Just that brief moment of confrontation had consumed nearly thirty percent of the spiritual energy in his body.

This thing was indeed a hot potato.

But it also gave Lin Fan an unprecedented sense of crisis and... greed regarding that unknown Ten Thousand Races Battlefield.

If even a broken spear was this strong,

What about a complete god's corpse?

If a god could be made into a blind box...

The corners of Lin Fan's mouth gradually curled up, revealing a mad smile.

"Looks like I need to speed up my money-making and cultivation."

"I'll have to fleece the sheep in Kyoto even harder."

Just as Lin Fan was preparing to continue sorting the remaining materials, the phone he had placed on the nearby table suddenly rang.

It was a rapid and sharp ringtone.

A custom ringtone Lin Fan had set.

Only a very few people most important to him would trigger this ringtone.

Lin Fan glanced at the screen, and the name on it caused his originally relaxed expression to instantly turn solemn.