MMB Chapter 404 It was too eager to improve.
Chapter 404 It was too eager to improve.
As Chen You looked at the lively, black iron lump in front of him, the title came to mind.
[Title: Wealth Can Move Gods]
[Effect of Wearing: Enjoy a 9.9% discount on purchases made at all neutral and friendly NPCs in the Origin Realm.]
[Additionally, when encountering non-boss-level hostile units, there is a 0.01% chance to trigger "Money Temptation," which allows you to directly bribe the enemy to work for you by paying double their value in gold (lasts for 10 minutes).]
[Note: Money makes the world go round; if it doesn't, it just means you're not rich enough.]
This is the lousy title I got when I taught Hill how to swindle money from himself.
He always thought it was a joke to lighten the mood.
A probability of 0.01%.
Chen You's casual taps just now triggered the judgment.
This ancestral iron felt, which had been worshipped by East Iron City for hundreds of years, was actually only classified as a "non-leader-level unit" worth 1000 gold coins by the system.
Deduct 2000 gold coins to buy out its soul for ten minutes.
Iron Felt grew angrier as he spoke, stomping his four short legs on the floor with a loud thud.
"This boss just stood here, didn't say a word, and directly deposited two thousand gold coins into my account! Two thousand! I've never seen so much money in my life!"
The iron felt rubbed against Chen You's leg obsequiously, looking more like a dog than a dog.
"Boss, tell me, who do you want to smash? As long as the money's right, I'll raze this lousy guild to the ground today!"
The players' worldviews were completely shattered at that moment, so shattered that they couldn't be pieced back together.
"Holy crap..."
"I've seen NPCs betray me before, but what the hell is this about an iron felt mat betraying me?!"
"This game can be played like this?! Even the rules for money can be changed?!"
"Money really can buy you anything!"
"You...you ungrateful beast!" Tie De's chest heaved violently with rage as he pointed at the iron felt and cursed loudly.
"The Iron family's successive city lords nurtured you with their heart's blood and fed you with meteorite iron from outer space! And you actually betrayed them for two thousand gold coins!"
"Pah!" Iron Felt jumped out from beside Chen You's legs and spat a mouthful of saliva—albeit just a few sparks—at Tie De's feet.
"Stop using the excuse of nurturing! Your great-great-grandfather couldn't forge a divine weapon, so he took it out on me, smashing me with a sledgehammer for three days and three nights!"
"Your dad throws up all over me when he's drunk! As for you!"
Iron Felt's eyes widened: "You're even stingier!"
"You can't even afford to buy good quenching oil, and you fumigate me with cheap coal ash every day! I've had enough of you poor bastards!"
The players in the audience were stunned.
"Holy crap, is this even allowed to be heard by us?"
"This iron felt has a mouth that's even more venomous than the widow Wang from the next village who's always cursing in the streets."
The most sacred ancestral iron felt of East Iron City has not only come to life, but has also publicly revealed the dirty secrets of the city's past lords.
Ted's face changed from red to purplish-red, and then to a dark blue.
He gritted his teeth, his throat emitting a beast-like growl, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.
Chen You glanced down at the time.
Two minutes of the ten-minute effective period have already passed.
"Alright." Chen You reached out and patted the hard surface of the felt.
Iron Anvil immediately suppressed its arrogant demeanor, its two golden eyes curved into crescent shapes, and its four legs even made a dog-like kneeling motion.
"Boss, what's your order? Would you like to hear a stand-up comedy routine, or would you like to see someone break a boulder on their chest?"
"As long as the money is right, I can arrange everything for you."
"He just said that I only pass if you can make a resonant sound," Chen You said, pointing at Tie De. "Can you do that?"
Following Chen You's finger, the iron felt conveyed a hint of disdain in its mechanical tone.
"That's it? Boss, just you wait! If I don't rip the ceiling off this hall today, I'll have wasted your two thousand gold coins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the iron felt took a deep breath.
Its originally jet-black surface began to show dense, dark red patterns.
Those were the hammer marks left on it by blacksmiths of all generations, and now they all seemed to have been brought to life.
"Buzz—"
A low, rumbling vibration emanated from within the felt.
The ground began to tremble.
The flames in the blast furnace instantly leaped three feet higher, turning the entire hall a fiery red.
Immediately afterwards, the vibration frequency skyrocketed.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Without a hammer striking it, the felt produced a deafening clanging sound on its own.
The sound was not like ordinary knocking; it was more like a thousand troops charging forward, or thunder rolling in the clouds.
The surrounding players covered their ears, their faces showing pain.
But it's not over yet.
Suddenly, two beams of light shot out from the two golden eyes of the iron felt, heading straight for the roof.
Its four short legs stomped wildly on the ground, creating a very rhythmic drumbeat.
"Clang! Boom! Clang! Boom!"
The sounds of hammering, thunder, and stomping blend together perfectly, creating a truly earth-shattering piece of metal percussion music.
The sound waves transformed into tangible golden ripples, spreading outwards in concentric circles.
The bluestone floor of the hall was cracked inch by inch, the display shelves on the walls collapsed one after another, and countless valuable weapons were scattered all over the floor.
Chen You stood at the very center of the sound waves, yet thanks to the system's protection, not a single hair on his head was disturbed.
He looked at the chaotic iron felt in front of him, and his lips twitched.
The commotion was truly earth-shattering and awe-inspiring.
The iron felt lasted for a full three minutes before it finally stopped its exaggerated solo performance.
Its four legs went weak, and it collapsed at Chen You's feet.
"Boss..." Iron Felt's voice was weak, "Is this resonance... loud enough?"
Chen You nodded: "Very loud."
He turned around and looked at Ted, who had been completely petrified.
The lord of East Iron City was stunned.
His prized ancestral artifact, the forging faith he upheld throughout his life, shattered into nothingness in those three minutes of resonance.
Chen You took out the roll of [Contract Silk] again, walked up to Tie De, and spread the cloth out.
"It resonated." Chen You said calmly. "According to the rules, stamp it."
Tie De stared intently at Chen You.
He wanted to refuse.
He wanted to draw the warhammer from his waist and smash the money-grubbing guy in front of him into a pulp.
But he can't.
He made the statement himself, and the conditions were met.
Without the official seal, East Iron City's reputation would be ruined, and he, as the city lord, would lose all credibility.
Ted's hand trembled as he reached into his clothes.
He took out a dark red square seal.
The hand holding the seal remained suspended in mid-air for a long time.
"You won," Ted's voice was hoarse.
"Bang."
The seal landed heavily on the cloth.
A flash of red light appeared.
On the silk of the contract, the fifth mark slowly emerged, a pattern of an iron hammer burning with flames.
[Ding! Mission progress updated: 5/7]
Chen You put away the cloth, didn't look at Tie De again, and turned to walk towards the gate.
"Boss! Take me with you, boss!" Iron Felt shouted frantically from behind, his four short legs struggling desperately to keep up with Chen You's pace.
"I can sing! I can dance! I can even forge iron automatically! All I need is two hundred... no, one hundred gold coins a day!"
Chen You stopped and turned around.
"I almost forgot, shouldn't I have received the Eight Hammers of the Clouds as well?"