After temporarily shelving his plans for a backstab, Li Hanhe turned his focus toward business. Utilizing the Matrix Purgatory's internal communication system, he began targeting specific clients with precisely placed advertisements.
Some were solo Purgators, others were middlemen like himself.
The messages included detailed data on the Venom Grenade's field-tested parameters, along with actual footage from his test run. Thanks to the Purgatory's notarization system, there was no need to worry about counterfeits or scams.
Most of the Purgators who received the message showed immediate interest after watching for a few minutes. Many started inquiring about pricing and available stock.
And right on cue, Li Hanhe went into full salesman mode—patiently and enthusiastically answering every question.
It didn't take long before several Purgators expressed a clear intent to buy.
Seeing this, Li Hanhe couldn't help but smile in satisfaction.
Another tidy side income was on the way.
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Meanwhile, Orsaga had no interest in what Li Hanhe was up to.
Nor did he care how well his product was selling.
He was simply strolling through the Neutral Zone, taking in the sights.
The Venom Grenade was reliable, with no hidden dangers or secret mechanisms.
But its main ingredient was the real point of interest: the Deathblossom.
To outsiders, it was just a beautiful but highly toxic plant—something that could be used as decoration, poison, or medicine.
But to Orsaga, the Deathblossom was a medium of power, and more importantly, his biological signature.
Wherever a Venom Grenade was deployed, its airborne toxic pollen would disperse and take root in the environment.
The Deathblossom would then adapt to the local rules of the plane, thrive in its ecosystem, and slowly spread.
And once that happened, as the original source of the plant, Orsaga would automatically gain access to that world's coordinates.
Afterward, he could remotely adjust the Deathblossom's inner structure, making it release plane-specific diseases or toxins—passively harvesting Evolution Points from afar.
If necessary, the Deathblossom could even serve as an anchor point to forcefully descend into that world, with or without a summoning ritual.
So as long as Venom Grenades were getting sold and used, Orsaga was profiting.
He could piggyback on the Purgators' cross-plane missions to snag coordinates for free—no risk, all reward.
As for the selling price?
Totally irrelevant.
After all, the base materials were practically infinite.
He could conjure them up with a single thought.
If he wanted, he could even pay the shipping fees and hand them out for free.
But… people are inherently suspicious.
If he gave them away, no one would dare use them.
So he set the price at a "friendly" 2,000 points per unit—cheap enough for anyone to afford, appealing enough to get people hooked.
Still, Li Hanhe rejected this pricing strategy and immediately doubled it.
Orsaga, who didn't care much about profit, gave it some thought. From a psychological standpoint, higher prices might make sellers more committed and buyers feel more secure.
So he agreed to the marketing tactic.
After all, even the Red Light District charged in thousands of points.
And Orsaga was a man of presence—he never stinted on tips.
Honestly, it was a real loss for the average Purgator. They could've gotten some top-tier gear for free.
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The Next Day
Orsaga was drinking soy milk at a breakfast stall—taking a sip, pouring half the bowl out, then drinking again—right in front of the helpless owner.
That was when a message from Li Hanhe popped up:
[Li Hanhe]: Got more stock? These things are flying off the shelves! I sold out completely!
Attached was a transaction notification:
[Purgator #7784952 has transferred 126,000 points to your account]
As for Li Hanhe's 10% commission—he had already deducted that himself.
Orsaga glanced lazily at his private inventory.
Back in the last mission world, after securing dominion, he had held a ritual and mass-teleported several million Deathblossom from his main body.
Now, they'd been processed into over ten thousand Venom Grenades, along with a variety of special concoctions.
Yeah… the supply was more than enough.
He fired back a reply:
[Orsaga]: Got it. I'm eating. I'll bring more in a bit.
[LiHanhe]: GKD! Clients are waiting!
Orsaga didn't care. He continued his bizarre eating ritual in front of the stall owner—half sipping, half pouring—leaving the man with a complicated expression.
On one hand, it was painful watching his soy milk go to waste.
On the other hand, he was profiting twice over.
---
A few minutes later—
Orsaga left the stall, riding a sleek motorcycle through the streets to make his deliveries.
The bike itself was a high-tech product from another world, generously gifted by a Red Light District boss.
After all, Orsaga's total spending in the district could only be described as astronomical.
It was enough to fund an elite Purgator team for two or three worlds!
To the local madams, Orsaga wasn't just a handsome spender—
He was their benefactor, their gold mine, their divine sugar daddy.
A man who printed money with every step.
Giving him a bike? A small token of gratitude.
---
Three Days Later
The Venom Grenade had become a massive hit.
Many Purgators had picked up one or two for emergencies.
With a 100-meter radius, and capable of killing both the living and the dead—it was the ultimate tool for murder, looting, or self-defense.
Once everything was on autopilot, Orsaga returned to his main business: completing missions.
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[Purgator ID: 8748574]
[Species: Half-Human, Half-Angel]
[Gender: Male]
[Power Level: C+]
In keeping with his philosophy of "crushing newbies with a smurf account," Orsaga had deliberately destroyed most of his Spell Circuit Rotation power before leaving the Harry Potter world—leaving himself only a first circuit rotation core.
So on paper, his combat rating was that of a mid-tier scrub.
Just enough to pass unnoticed.
[Mission World: Wuxia Crossover – Nations at War]
Orsaga glanced at the mission title on the system panel and raised an eyebrow.
'What the hell kind of nonsense is this?'
With that thought, he accepted the mission and was instantly teleported.
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He blinked—
And opened his eyes under the scorching sun.
"A new sky," he muttered.
Orsaga leapt to his feet.
All around him lay dozens of others—fellow Purgators.
And then, a stream of data flowed directly into his mind:
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[Current World: Wuxia Crossover – Nations at War]
A fusion of over a hundred martial arts worlds. Narrative deviation: 43%.
[Participants: 100 Purgators]
[Mode: Faction War]
Choose your faction. No reward for killing teammates. Killing an enemy Purgator grants half their reward points.
[Identity: Civilian of Song Dynasty / Yuan Dynasty (Choose one)]
[Primary Objective: Battle of Xiangyang City]
Ensure victory for your chosen nation. Reward: 5,000 points.
Note: This mission lasts 60 days. If no victor emerges by the end, all participants will be penalized 10,000 points.
[Secondary Objectives]:
1. Kill 100 enemy soldiers – 2,000 points.
2. Eliminate martial artists:
– Unranked: 50 pts each
– Sixth-rank: 100 pts
– Fifth-rank: 250 pts
– Fourth-rank: 600 pts
– Third-rank: 1,100 pts
– Second-rank: 2,500 pts
– First-rank: 5,400 pts
– Innate Realm: 8,500 pts
– Grandmaster: 14,000 pts
– Supreme Grandmaster: 28,000 pts
– Voidbreaker: 50,000 pts
Additional secondary objectives will unlock upon faction selection.
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