Why bring this up?
Of course, it's to sell more trash cans.
The goal of one hundred trash cans is still far away.
And someone like Fu Xuan, a high-ranking official of the Xianzhou Luofu who's not strapped for money, is a rare opportunity. If he doesn't push for a sale now, then when?
Besides, Sylvester wasn't just spouting nonsense to grab attention.
He really did have a way to make this happen.
"Change... the fate of the High-Cloud Quintet?"
Fu Xuan had endured many shocks today, and her tolerance had grown.
But when she heard this proposal, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope.
The end of the High-Cloud Quintet was the greatest regret of all in Luofu. Not long ago, she had witnessed another reunion of the five with her own eyes.
She could sense that their feelings for one another remained, but they were unwilling to draw close again.
Except for General Jing Yuan, the rest carried their sins, ready at any moment to pay the price.
When she had received the teleportation scroll earlier, she had thought: if only Baiheng had survived the disaster back then, wouldn't everything after have been resolved more easily?
She did not doubt the truth of Sylvester's words. Instead, she looked at him with anticipation.
After all, the Curio she had received was proof enough of the infinite possibilities this man represented.
That Fu Xuan would be drawn in by such a topic was no surprise to Sylvester.
After all, what Luofu native did not feel regret over the High-Cloud Quintet?
He spoke slowly. "The pistol just now, the one that allows a soul to traverse time and space, is called Zafkiel."
"As the name suggests, it doesn't have just one kind of ammunition."
"This is… an incomplete weapon?" Fu Xuan stared in disbelief at the antique pistol in her hand.
A power capable of driving time itself was exceedingly rare in the universe.
After all, such an ability defied all logic.
The Aeon of The Hunt had once ascended from mortals, and in that time others were at a severe disadvantage.
If I cannot defeat you now, then I will simply travel back to when you were weaker. Could I not defeat you then?
A thread of hope stirred in Fu Xuan's heart.
If there truly existed a Curio capable of transcending time, its significance would be no less than that of Imagine Breaker.
Perhaps it might even undo regrets beyond the High-Cloud Quintet—perhaps even erase the calamities of the Three Tribulations entirely!
Fu Xuan's amber-golden eyes locked unblinking on Sylvester, her composure nearly shattering in her excitement. "You possess all of the ammunition?"
Since such a thing had been drawn from a trash can, Sylvester naturally knew the truth.
As the shop's owner, the contents of the trash cans—the Curios—were, of course, of his own making.
"That's right. But if you want the other bullets, you'll need to open more trash cans."
Watching Fu Xuan struggle to maintain a calm expression, Sylvester continued evenly, "This Curio has twelve different bullets in total, each with its own unique effect. The most powerful, the eleventh and twelfth bullets, grant the ability to send oneself or another through time. To use them requires nothing more than energy. The further back in time one wishes to travel, the greater the energy consumed."
"And if you wish to obtain other types of ammunition, naturally you'll need to open new trash cans. But the Curios within them are completely random. Whether you obtain them or not depends entirely on luck."
That is the allure of… ahem… opening trash cans!
Seeking the known within the unknown, finding ultimate satisfaction in the moment one's dream is realized—
And then… waiting for the next dream to arrive.
This was the unique game philosophy pioneered by a certain well-known three-syllable game company.
Brother, want a waifu?
Yes?
That's great, then just pull a gacha!
Every pull has a chance at gold.
Look at the lucky ones next door—single pull gold, ten-pull double gold, full Eidolon within two hundred pulls. Easy, right?
But once you try it yourself, you realize—ninety pulls hit just right, but hitting pity at one-eighty is soul-crushing!
Ordinary players only manage one zero-Eidolon copy, just enough to light up the shadow in the index.
Whales chase efficiency: to maximize a character's functions, the first Eidolon, second, even third are waiting ahead.
And the legendary 'server-sustaining' mega-whales? They just watch a PV and drop ten thousand bucks without a second thought. Don't even talk about constellations; they get all the Light Cones too. Their true pursuit is 'E6 + S5'.
But even these server-sustaining whales can have their mentality collapse amidst constant, constant off-banner pulls.
'Mondstadt has the Aquila Favonia, seven swords descend from the heavens.'
'There are twelve Skyward tomes, and every single one has my name on it.'
After a combo of pulls like that, even the 'Mask of Tragedy' looks kinder than a player's face.
And as for opening trash cans, trying to pull your desired target is even harder.
The treasures in the universe are endless, but the trash cans don't even have a pity system. Want to obtain that one specific thing you desire? Easier said than done."
"Then, I shall purchase all of your Curio Trash Cans."
Hearing Sylvester's words, Fu Xuan didn't hesitate this time—she chose to buy them all.
First, because the value of Zafkiel was simply too great. Its potential applications were impossible to refuse.
Second, because she could not allow such a thing to fall into the wrong hands on Xianzhou territory!
Ever since the exposure of Dan Shu of the Alchemy Commission, many remnants of the Denizens of Abundance had been captured.
But the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus must still have agents on the Xianzhou. If they had once infiltrated the Alchemy Commission, then the odds of them holding public identities backed with wealth among the citizenry were all too real.
If they were to seize one of these bullets, return to the Stellaron Crisis, or even to the Three Eras and strike down the progenitor of the Reignbow Arbiter in the cradle...
The prospect was so terrifying that Fu Xuan dared not dwell on it further.
This threat could not be ignored.
Thus, bringing all of Sylvester's trash cans under official control was absolutely necessary.
Even without informing the Luofu treasury in advance, for the sake of peace—even if she had to empty her own coffers, sacrificing a century's savings—it would be worth it!
The peace of Luofu must be protected!
"Well, you can still buy six more."
At Fu Xuan's declaration, Sylvester remained calm as he added, "Each person is limited to ten per week."
Naturally, Sylvester didn't want to let go of more money—but unfortunately, he could sell no more.
"Why?!"
At his words, Fu Xuan—who had already prepared herself to sacrifice home and wealth—frowned deeply. Business with purchase limits?
One person, ten cans a week.
That meant… she would have to wait seven whole days.