"Fk, there's actually a method to cultivate immortality!"** Peter exclaimed. "This system is incredible!"
Then he reminded himself, "Keep a low profile, keep a low profile. As long as you've got money, I could even get you Pangu's blood..."
Tap, tap, tap—
Footsteps echoed from the door.
Peter instinctively turned around and saw a pale man slowly walking into the store.
"Someone actually came to this remote place?" Peter muttered in surprise.
Putting on a friendly smile, he walked up to greet the visitor.
"Welcome, guest! What would you like to buy?"
Orochimaru stared at the young man before him. He looked no older than seventeen or eighteen, but the arrogant slogan outside the shop caught his attention.
"Is it true that you're omniscient and omnipotent, and that you have everything?" Orochimaru asked in his usual raspy voice, his snake-like eyes locked onto Peter.
If this shop turned out to be a scam, Orochimaru wouldn't hesitate to destroy it.
Peter froze for a second, then remembered the slogan engraved on the stone gate outside. Just as he was about to explain, the system chimed in:
"Host, as long as the payment is made, this system can deliver anything."
Peter swallowed his response and smiled.
"Of course. As long as you've got the money, anything is possible."
He studied Orochimaru more closely. There was something familiar about him. When Peter noticed the headband on his forehead, it clicked.
Holy crap—that's Orochimaru!
That's when it dawned on him—he had transmigrated into the world of Naruto.
He glanced at the goods in his store and imagined the chaos they could bring to the ninja world. Even just the firearms could turn the tide—
Bullets were faster and deadlier than any shuriken.
If Madara Uchiha came back and saw this version of the ninja world, he'd probably faint on the spot.
The thought made Peter chuckle to himself.
Orochimaru, seeing Peter's sudden laughter, grew suspicious.
What's so funny? Is this some kind of trap?
Yes, that must be it. Who in their right mind would open a shop in the middle of nowhere?
This had to be a trap set by Konoha.
He scanned the area nervously but saw no sign of Anbu.
...Was he overthinking it?
Just then, the system spoke again:
"Host, the customer is seriously injured. You may recommend a healing item."
Peter snapped back to reality. Now that he looked closely, Orochimaru did appear to be wounded.
"You're hurt. Do you need medical treatment?" Peter offered, heading toward a display case.
Orochimaru, still cautious, followed him.
Peter pulled out a small, exquisite box from behind the glass.
Orochimaru's eyes lit up. Could this be some sort of rare healing elixir?
Peter opened the box slowly to reveal... a single green bean.
Orochimaru blinked.
"Boss, unless I'm mistaken... that's a bean."
Peter grinned.
"Not just any bean—this is a Senzu Bean."
The Senzu Bean from Dragon Ball—one bite, and any injury or fatigue would be instantly healed.
Peter couldn't believe it only cost 500,000 taels. It was practically a steal.
Orochimaru stared at the bean, unconvinced.
It looked completely ordinary.
Seeing the doubt on his face, Peter said,
"Try it. If it doesn't work, I won't charge you. But if it does, it's 500,000 taels per bean—deal?"
Orochimaru raised an eyebrow. That was expensive for a bean, but as one of the Sannin, he could afford it.
He tossed it into his mouth without hesitation.
Crunch.
The taste was exactly what he expected—just like a regular bean.
His mouth twitched.
Scammed. Definitely scammed.
He was already preparing to teach Peter a lesson—
Until something unbelievable happened.
Within seconds, Orochimaru's wounds completely healed. His depleted chakra was suddenly back at full strength.
His breath quickened.
This... This was stronger than Tsunade's medical ninjutsu.
In a real battle, this could reverse the outcome instantly.
If one side was on the brink of death, a single bean could bring them back to full power.
Orochimaru looked at Peter, eyes blazing.
"Boss, do you have more Senzu Beans?" he asked excitedly.
Peter wasn't surprised. He expected this reaction.
"As long as you have the money, I've got all you need!"
Without hesitation, Orochimaru pulled out a scroll.
With a puff of smoke, a huge pile of money appeared.
"Here's 10 million taels. I'll take 49 more!" he said eagerly.
Peter chuckled.
"No need to rush. Let me show you some other products first. You might find something else you like."
Orochimaru paused. That was a good point.
If the healing item was this amazing, what else did this shop have in store?
He scanned the rows of display cases, eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Boss, please—show me everything!" he said earnestly.
"Gladly." Peter led him to the hot weapons section.
Knowing Orochimaru had a scientific mindset, Peter figured he'd be very interested in firearms.
"How far can a shuriken you throw travel in a second?" Peter asked casually.
Orochimaru blinked at the question.
"It depends on the ninja's strength, but I'd say around 150 meters per second for me."
Peter nodded.
"Not bad. You really know your stuff."
He reached into the counter and pulled out a Desert Eagle pistol, loaded it, and chambered a round.
Orochimaru eyed the unfamiliar weapon curiously.
"What's that?"
"You know the speed of a shuriken," Peter said, "but this gun fires at 400 meters per second."
Orochimaru's eyes narrowed.
400? That fast?!
"Come with me." Peter walked outside, Orochimaru right behind him.
As they stepped out, Peter spotted a rabbit hopping nearby—perfect for a demonstration.
"Watch closely," Peter said, aiming the gun.
BANG!
A flash erupted from the muzzle, and in the blink of an eye, the rabbit exploded like a watermelon.
Orochimaru's eyes widened in absolute horror.
He had only seen a flicker of light—
And then the rabbit was gone.