“Selling products online is a risky endeavor.”

“We sell anything you can imagine, esteemed guest. Whatever you seek, you’ll find it here,” the middle-aged man replied with a genial smile.

“Do you have anything similar to this? I’m hoping for armor or weapons, preferably something even stronger if possible.” Chen Sheng immediately pointed to his prized possession.

This “beginner’s gear” was indeed astonishing in its effect, but its form as a gallows made it utterly inconvenient for him to use in combat. He couldn’t just hang every enemy he encountered, could he? The gallows only allowed him to hang one person at a time. Although there was no cooldown restriction, the process of strangling someone took two or three seconds. If he faced hordes of enemies, and couldn’t rely on the gear’s exorcism ability to suppress them, he’d be forced to experience “the moon waxes and wanes, and the hero must begin anew,” rather than easily mowing down monsters in the beginner’s village as he had just done, striding out of that school with ease.

So, just in case, Chen Sheng felt it necessary to acquire equipment capable of area attacks, or something to bolster his defenses.

As for the “exclusive skill” Flame Spirit Aura he’d just obtained, it did offer defensive capabilities, but it required him to actively trigger it. He couldn’t play the game constantly tense and on guard, could he? That would defeat the purpose of coming to this healing game to relax.

Besides, Chen Sheng suspected the defensive power of the Flame Spirit Aura wasn’t particularly high. After all, in games, skills that cover attack, defense, and support—those so-called “all-rounders”—always come with major flaws, otherwise, how would other players stand a chance? Even ranked matches have elo mechanisms!

Among the three functions of Flame Spirit Aura, Chen Sheng valued the support ability—Winged Flight—the most. He believed he’d already identified its flaw: to fly, he needed to master the technique, which was truly difficult. He’d crashed to the ground several times and still hadn’t figured it out.

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Chen Sheng noticed the middle-aged man’s smile suddenly disappear. His face twitched awkwardly, and he said, “You must be joking, esteemed guest. Instruments of execution cannot be sold. Besides, yours is no ordinary device; finding one superior to it is exceedingly rare.”

“You just said you had anything I could think of, didn’t you?” Chen Sheng stared at the man, a new idea springing to mind—could he beat up this mysterious merchant in the healing game and steal his “cargo cart”?

Sensing the dangerous glint in Chen Sheng’s eyes, the middle-aged man instinctively took two steps back, even though he knew he was protected at the moment. That look was all too familiar…

He hurriedly added, “While we don’t carry instruments of execution, the reason the Underworld Hunting Train came here is because there’s an unclaimed execution device on the verge of awakening. You might try searching for it—it could be just what you’re looking for.”

“Is it easy to find?” Chen Sheng asked, unwilling to waste time searching blindly. Who knew what kind of equipment it was? If it resembled his “beginner’s gear,” he wouldn’t have recognized it as equipment without the fortunate circumstances in the beginner’s village. He’d only seen it as a quest item, like gathering a specific herb among many.

Had he known it was a selection for “beginner’s gear,” he’d have looked for a sword or a blade—something that could end an opponent just as swiftly.

“Well…” The middle-aged man was at a loss for words. If unclaimed execution devices were easy to find, they wouldn’t remain unclaimed. Most that awaken possess a devouring nature. In this world, many fiends meet their demise trying to wield ever more powerful execution devices…

If not for the special nature of the Underworld Hunting Train, he wouldn’t dare tempt fate by trying to bring the unclaimed device aboard. Having such a device in the carriage—even if unrelated to him—dramatically increased the safety for everyone inside.

His status as “merchant” on the Underworld Hunting Train was lower even than the “cleaners.” He received the least protection from the train. Though traversing the shadowy void was usually safe, accidents did happen.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have become the carriage’s “merchant” after mistakenly boarding the train; at the time, that carriage happened to be short one merchant.

Although the Underworld Hunting Train appeared here as a single steam locomotive and a carriage, elsewhere there were many more locomotives and carriages.

Of course, without exception, all the locomotives—this one included—were mere illusions; only this carriage truly existed.

The Underworld Hunting Train centered around the steam locomotive, with each carriage traveling through the shadowy void, appearing in various places across the world.

When it came to selling goods, the “merchant” handled transactions.

For gathering items, the “collectors” were dispatched, with “cleaners” responsible for tidying up. Sometimes they cleaned up the surroundings; sometimes they… cleaned up the merchants.

The latter only occurred when a collector’s list included special souls that the collector failed to gather.

Watching the middle-aged man’s expression, Chen Sheng quickly realized the unclaimed execution device would be hard to find. He thought for a moment and asked, “What can I buy with this blade coin gold card?”

He decided to make a transaction first, remembering that mysterious merchants in games often wouldn’t accept in-game currency for their goods; instead, another “currency” was needed, like diamonds acquired through top-ups.

He produced the gold card he’d scavenged from a corpse.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the gold card—he could finally make a normal sale. Those “special” transactions often troubled him.

“With the amount on this card, you won’t be able to buy much,” he replied.

Hearing this, Chen Sheng turned to the headless girl beside him. “What do you want?”

After all, “not much” in the real world meant “nothing good was available.”