Acai's Sky

The God of War patted his chest, the sweat on his breastplate glistening in the sunlight. "Brother, this is called an immersive experience! Think about it, who in real life can experience the thrill of falling ten times a second? Buy one, get one free, and I'll give you a 'Bone Fracture Recovery Gift Pack'—it contains three bottles of bone-breaking wine, two of which are expired!"

The most outrageous one was the stall of the Master of Fishing.

The makeshift tent he made of rags was crooked, and the "Canned Air Clearance Sale" banner hanging at the door was rustling in the wind. There were a few copper coins scattered in the donation box next to it.

One player poked the can curiously: "Buy cans and get merit?"

The Fish-Slacking Master immediately sat up straight, took out a wooden fish, and began to beat it rhythmically. "No, you spent the money to buy the canned food, and I get the merit—after all, for selling this thing, the system must have awarded me the 'Modern Philanthropist' achievement!"

At this moment, a black mist suddenly rose from the shadows of the market.

A man in a black robe with the ID "Mysterious Merchant" on his head set up a stall quietly. His goods glowed with a strange purple light in the moonlight, just like the poisonous jellyfish hidden in the deep sea.

"Do you want 'regret medicine'?"

The black-robed man's hoarse voice seemed to come from the underworld, "Eating it can reset your last battle mistake, but the side effect is that you will forget your ex-girlfriend's face."

Before he could finish his words, a player with the ID "300 Days of Broken Love" had already taken out his wallet: "Just wanted to forget about my broken gun that jammed at the critical moment!"

When the black-robed man took the gold coin, his sleeve slipped down, revealing half of his bones, shocking the players next to him so much that they took three steps back.

Suddenly, the system alarm exploded like thunder: "Attention! An NPC merchant disguised as a player has been discovered. The items they sell are potentially fatal!"

The black-robed man let out a strange, shrill laugh, and the stall instantly dissipated into black mist, leaving behind only a note fluttering in the wind. Written in blood-red font, it read: "Next time we meet, remember to bring your brain."

The onlookers looked at each other in bewilderment. Someone held up the "regret pill" they had just bought, with strange green bubbles coming out of the bottle: "Can this thing still be returned?"

In the distance, Lao Zhou's voice rang out again: "Stop watching the fun! Come buy my consecrated spear. Buy a gun and get a free anti-fraud guide—though the guide only contains one sentence: Don't trust Lao Zhou!"

Above the market, the setting sun dyed the various colors of light into warm orange, as if casting a dreamy filter over this absurd trading carnival.

No one knows what kind of bizarre props and funny players will appear tomorrow and write a new legend at the market in Penglai Temple.

...

As the sun set, the temperature in the Penglai Temple Market did not drop, but was instead ignited by the increasingly fierce quarrels.

The sunlight illuminated the props on the stalls with a riot of colour, but it could not illuminate the eyes of Yidao999 and Ouhuang, which were staring at the sky with an almost flaming gaze.

The temporary dividing line between the two people, which was drawn with gravel, was now emitting strange green smoke.

"Your turntable is a scam!"

Yidao999 brandished the "Invincible Golden Body Scroll", and the edge of the scroll was wrinkled by his grip, as if it would break at any time.

The setting sun made his flushed face look like a cooked crab. "888 crystal coins for one transfer? You must be crazy about money!"

European Emperor's Gaze removed his signature golden sunglasses, revealing exaggerated smoky makeup at the corners of his eyes. "How dare you say that to me? The probability of your scroll triggering is even lower than winning the lottery! Last time, someone bought one and chanted a spell at the boss ten times in a row, only to have the boss fart and instantly kill him!"

The turntable behind him suddenly spun wildly, emitting a dazzling golden light, but after seeing that it was "Thank you for your patronage", the onlookers booed.

The quarrel between the two was like a lit powder keg, instantly igniting the surrounding "war".

A dozen players with the unified ID "Penglai Navy No. 1" suddenly rushed out from the crowd, holding colorful signs: "Emperor Roulette YYDs" and "Buy one scroll, get three free, free air!"

Some people even carried homemade LED light signs with neon words scrolling on them saying "With the blessing of the European Emperor, you will get a rare item every time."

In the chaos, the chairman of the Rookie Protection Association suddenly loosened his hand holding the bronze wristband.

This artifact known as "Strange Sorrow" drew a parabola and happened to hit the "Most Handsome Man in the War Zone" who was passing by.

The handsome man's carefully styled hair suddenly exploded, and a crack appeared on his expensive gilded visor. "Dare to ruin my magnificent beauty? Watch out!"

He roared and unleashed a series of skills, and the dazzling special effects intertwined into gorgeous fireworks in the air.

This completely ignited chaos in the entire market.

The grumpy brother A picked up the "Lying Down Magic Carpet" and brandished it as a weapon. The airflow created by the magic carpet carried the canned air on the stall of the slacking master all over the sky.

The cans clattered in the air, making a clinking sound like an absurd symphony.

The unlucky player wearing the "Light Speed ​​Running Boots" was about to escape from the battlefield, but due to the side effects of the boots, he fell seven or eight times, and finally slid directly into Lao Zhou's stall, breaking the "Touch of the Styx" worth 100,000 silver coins into two pieces.

"my darling!"

Old Zhou screamed and rushed towards the broken spear. The blue light at the tip of the spear dimmed instantly, as if mourning for his tragic fate.

He spun around and grabbed the unfortunate fellow who was still tumbling on the ground. "You pay for it! This is a blessed artifact!"

Above the market, various skill special effects appeared one after another.

Someone threw a fireball that ignited the canvas awning, and the billowing smoke was mixed with the smell of burnt barbecue coming from the NPC stall.

The red light of [System Announcement] kept flashing in the chaos, but was completely drowned out by the angry shouts of the players.

Master Mo Yu squatted in the corner, counting the suddenly increased copper coins like a miser - his canned air that no one wanted was sold out at some point, and his merit box was filled with copper coins.

[Due to a player brawl, the market is closed early! All losses are your responsibility!] The system's mechanical announcement finally broke through the chaos, only to trigger even more heated curses.

Grumpy Brother B held up his crushed helmet and wailed, "Who's going to compensate me for my limited edition gear? This cost me three months' worth of pocket money!"

The onlookers, however, held up their phones and beamed, "I got the full video of that black-robed man! 50 crystal coins for one copy! Don't miss it if you're passing by!"

As night falls, the Penglai Temple returns to silence.

The moonlight sprinkled on the messy market floor. Broken props, tilted stalls and sporadic flickering shadows of skills told the story of the absurd farce that had just occurred.

Only the forum was still being refreshed frantically, with message notification sounds coming one after another, like the never-ending chirping of cicadas.

Penglai Temple Regional War Forum:

[Angry Brother B]: Who's going to compensate me for my crushed helmet? This is the only dragon scale model in the entire battlefield!

[Melon Eater]: The above is too small, I took a video of the NPC black robe, 50 crystal coins per copy! Hurry!

[System Announcement]: The "Market Brawl Replay" dungeon will be available tomorrow. Reward for completing it: Anti-Scam Badge...

(Instantly drowned out by the constant barrage of “Refund!”)

[Master of Moyu]: Who in the family understands! Canned air is actually sold out! Thanks to this fight, I have achieved financial freedom!

[Buddha Farming Player]: Silently picking up the footprint-stained magic carpet, it turns out that lying flat is the only way to go. I suggest changing the name to "Bulletproof Magic Carpet" to protect against people's hearts.

This chaotic market became a hot topic of conversation among players in the regional battlefield.

Someone made a ghost video, with the scene of Lao Zhou throwing the gun and a magical background music; someone compiled a "Survival Guide for the Market", and the first item read "Stay away from the grumpy guys and their weird props."

And those weird props that have not been sold are lying quietly in the warehouse, waiting to continue to shine in the next market - after all, in the national copy system, there is no most outrageous, only more outrageous.

In a corner of the forum, a mysterious account was silently watching the lively posts, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

He typed the following line: "This farce is just an appetizer..."

The moment he clicked send, a strange purple lightning suddenly streaked across the distant sky, adding a touch of mystery to this absurd market fight.