Realizing the unique structure of the eyeball, Orochimaru immediately grasped its value.
"Biological tissue from another world…" He eyed the remaining cans, his gaze burning. "I thought Level 1 cans wouldn't have anything valuable. I was wrong. Anything from another world could be priceless!"
Shen Mo smiled faintly.
The potential of a high-level player.
Such individuals could maximize the utility of otherworldly items from the cans.
Orochimaru continued opening cans.
Biological tissues, bones, even otherworldly bacteria sealed in cans—Orochimaru instructed Kabuto to store them carefully, aware of their value and danger.
Of course…
Level 1 cans also contained light orbs.
These held knowledge, corpse-handling techniques, and experimental expertise!
"Marvelous."
Orochimaru closed his eyes, murmuring in awe, his face flushed, his body trembling.
Never had a day felt like this.
As if he were in the most wondrous paradise.
Endless inspiration surged within him.
He yearned to dive into experiments immediately, to unravel more mysteries of life.
"Lord Orochimaru," Kabuto said helplessly, "please don't get too excited. Your injuries are severe."
Though he said this…
Kabuto understood Orochimaru's fervor.
These bizarre items confirmed the reality of the otherworldly merchant.
It was like opening the door to a new world!
He could already imagine…
With these, after some experimentation, how terrifying Orochimaru would become.
"In every can tier, there's a chance for items beyond that tier, called Grand Prizes!" Orochimaru whispered, as if explaining to Kabuto, then quickened his pace.
He didn't know the odds of a Grand Prize.
But he craved one.
One can after another opened—light orbs dominated, followed by various incomplete corpse tissues. The most valuable were research notes from otherworldly mad scientists or necromancers.
But beyond that…
Nothing.
After all two hundred Level 1 cans were opened, only ordinary items emerged—no Grand Prizes.
Shen Mo's expression was odd. Aside from Sasuke back then, this was the first time someone had such poor luck with two hundred Level 1 cans.
Orochimaru sensed it too.
His face darkened.
"They're just Level 1 cans," Shen Mo consoled. "Maybe your luck's being saved for higher-tier cans. You're now eligible for Level 2 cans."
"I believe my desire to change fate is second to none," Orochimaru said, looking at Shen Mo with his raspy voice.
The information he received stated…
The greater the desire to change fate, the higher the chance for a Grand Prize.
But this…
"Desire only gives you a better chance, but fate remains uncertain," Shen Mo said, unfazed. "That uncertainty is fate's greatest charm, isn't it?"
He only said the odds would improve, not guarantee anything.
Being toyed with by fate—wasn't that normal?
"Fate, huh…"
Orochimaru clenched his fist. To him, fate was life's greatest mockery.
Countless had died under those two words.
But no matter what…
Level 2 cans had to be opened.
"I'll sell some jutsu memories and experience to gather fifteen million points," Orochimaru decided.
Because the final ten of five hundred Level 2 cans…
Had a high chance of yielding a destiny-altering item.
He had to get it!
Having confirmed the cans' wonders, Orochimaru was resolute!
"No problem," Shen Mo nodded with a smile, waving a hand.
Five hundred Level 2 cans appeared.
Orochimaru gazed at the larger cans, feeling the jutsu memories vanish from his mind.
His lips curled into a smile.
He muttered, as if to himself, "As long as I buy enough, even if fate doesn't favor me, I'll have more chances to get what I want. This method suits my beliefs."
He refused to believe humanity's fate was to die.
He believed relentless research and growing stronger…
Would one day grant him true immortality.
"You're indeed perfect for the Necromancy Series," Shen Mo said, hearing Orochimaru's inner voice, slightly wistful. "As a living being, diving into death with unmatched zeal, fearing what others dread, seeking immortality and power—this is the ideal Necromancy Series client. But without enough potential, you risk eternal corruption by darkness, falling into death's abyss."
The Necromancy Series' prize pool was curated by Shen Mo.
He knew well…
Some items carried significant danger.
He hadn't mentioned it earlier because…
"I've always known such things," Orochimaru said without hesitation or doubt, eagerly opening the first can.
If he feared…
He wouldn't have researched forbidden jutsu.
The moment the first can opened, a piercing wail erupted, agonizing, as if enduring immense pain.
Kabuto's expression shifted.
Inside was a transparent bottle.
Within, a black mist swirled, occasionally slamming against the glass, revealing a man's tormented face.
"Level 2 Necromancy Series cans involve souls," Shen Mo said, eyeing the bottle with a smile. "The Eternally Tormented Soul—fairly common in Level 2 cans. Crafted by high-tier necromancers through prolonged soul torture, it's a final material. Though a soul, it's lost all consciousness, leaving only pain."
His calm words carried a chilling undertone.
Kabuto glanced at Shen Mo, whose expression remained unchanged.
A shiver ran down his spine.
Indeed.
Were true powerhouses always this cold and ruthless?
In truth, Kabuto misunderstood Shen Mo. Shen Mo's lack of reaction stemmed from knowing this was a system-crafted false soul.
No consciousness, no self—just a bundle of negative emotions.
Like artificial meat.
Shen Mo naturally showed no change in expression.