Chapter 1768: Chapter 1768

1768: Chapter 1764 Transformation 1768: Chapter 1764 Transformation The plane war has come to an end, but the era of warfare is only just beginning.

Or to put it another way, the so-called peaceful years never existed; it has always been a transition from one era of war to another.

World War I, World War II, border conflicts under superpowered threats, urban superpower crises, exploratory wars in exotic realms, and most recently, the plane war.

An intrinsic part of life is death, and the opposing side of living is war.

As long as life harbors desires, battles and wars are unlikely to ever truly cease.

Now, the Eastern Country as a “parent” has realized it no longer has the capability to protect everyone amidst the chaotic multiverse.

The only option is to begin handing out weapons to everyone, teaching them to use arms to defend themselves.

“A nationwide ban on guns and weapons only works when external gunfire won’t harm one’s citizens.

If wolves and tigers are everywhere, then naturally everyone needs to learn to bear arms…”

“Ah, so that’s what you mean?

I don’t quite get it.”

Facing the eloquent teenager, the guide Wang Sisi gave a silly smile, seemingly not understanding.

In that instant, Lu Ping’an laughed too, and raised his opinion of the young girl slightly.

Being someone noticed by a Quasi-God, passing Wanjing University from a small-town school, and managing to resolve her living expenses in the midst of heavy studies—how could she possibly be foolish?

However, while Lu Ping’an had met many clever people, this type of individual who understands gain and loss, plays dumb, has little ambition, and finds joy in simple matters—he had encountered rather few.

Admiring her, Lu Ping’an casually handed over a gift.

A dark card was passed over.

A black card like in the TV?!

Um, I don’t accept packages…”

“What nonsense are you spouting?

If you ever find yourself at a dead end, give it a try.”

Admiration aside, Lu Ping’an wasn’t reckless enough to snatch someone that another big shot fancied…

Considering that the “Extraordinary Path” often varies from person to person, the fact that the other party took notice of this girl was most likely due to her innate talent aligning with their path.

While Lu Ping’an’s ability was versatile, there was no need for him to challenge others in specialties here.

The girl looked at the card, unable to decipher it.

Without Lu Ping’an activating its permissions, it was merely an ordinary “letter.”

The condition for activation was for the girl in front of him to become an Extraordinary.

And once it was activated…

merely considering the privileges the courtyard might offer, this would be the treatment of a protagonist on a fast-track.

Though the thought felt intriguing, the current Lu Ping’an indeed possessed the ability to turn things to gold with a touch.

Still, the further he progressed, the less inclined he was to use that ability…

who knew what kind of talent someone he casually elevated might grow into?

The odds of them falling out of control or becoming twisted were far too high.

It was better to nurture those with reassurances and oversight in place.

Lu Ping’an shook his head, watching the girl in front of him startle easily even as he chatted with his friends on the “chat channel.”

With the courtyard further improved, coming and going had become much easier.

While Lu Ping’an wandered around, several of his close associates were also out shopping.

Facing these new goods, they offered him a variety of perspectives and evaluations.

It looks good, meow!”

“It seems impressive…

Oh no, it’s broken, meow!!”

Meow, who was currently quite wealthy, still hadn’t adopted the habit of saving.

Faced with the bizarre items on display, she immediately began making large purchases.

A metal bat broke after just one swing, and protective boots couldn’t handle any exertion.

Thankfully, she really did have money and knew it was her own fault.

Otherwise, the sales assistant might have cried on the spot.

Make it for me, meow!”

Her noisy demand lacked any context, yet Lu Ping’an instantly understood.

The girl disliked the poor-quality equipment but loved the style and color scheme, hoping Lu Ping’an could recreate it for her.

“Tch, isn’t this you dissing my earlier equipment for being too ugly…”

Though he found it a bit funny, Lu Ping’an didn’t refuse.

As a cat lover—or rather, a cat slave—fulfilling these minor preferences wasn’t a bother.

Besides, it was just a matter of re-skinning the design.

He still had a light industry chain for ordinary people under his name.

Copying a few design templates and hiring some stylists wouldn’t make the appearances any worse than those on the market.

“Exactly, mentor, your taste?

Weaponry and equipment with no engravings or coloration, as plain as a blank slate, yet adorned with skulls and bones—straight out of a martial arts demon sect from the 1980s!”

“Right, right, that short blade you gave me even had shark teeth carved into it—what kind of weird aesthetic is that?”

Obvious Western symbols.

Then there’s reverse crosses and swastikas; if we didn’t know you better, we’d think you were a spy for the other side.”

Hearing this, Lu Ping’an fell completely silent; from the noisy female disciples, he felt the weight of a generational gap.

“What do you little girls know—skulls represent sanctity and loyalty!

In the dark multiverse, one needs a bit of faith…

Fine, fine, whatever.

I’ll color your weapons for you and even dye your hair—how about five-colored or rainbow tones?”

“You’re enlightened?”

I’ve long felt this ban on hair dye seemed off, especially since so many young people are dyeing theirs now!”

This left Lu Ping’an completely speechless.

The feeling was too surreal: the children regarded Lu Ping’an, with his youthful appearance, as someone with old-fashioned tastes, yet in truth, he was just an ordinary fan of the Warhammer franchise.

Unfortunately, in this timeline, due to the overpowering prominence of steam weaponry and dark forces, the Warhammer universe, known for its grim darkness, had failed to rise to fame and had simply vanished.

Now, with the kids favoring bright, multicolored LED aesthetics…

in Lu Ping’an’s view, this resembled the peak era of “cyber-ridiculous” styling.

“Fine, I’ll modify your gear, dye it, and even take a few extra pictures for you…

Hopefully, you’ll still like them in the future.”

Turning his thoughts back, Lu Ping’an recalled that this era of early 20-somethings was precisely when “cyber-ridiculous” and hair dye were trending.

These popular trends were bound to leave plenty of people with black history they couldn’t escape in the future.

For disciples and team members with such requests, Lu Ping’an naturally wouldn’t refuse.

On the contrary, he not only offered photography services but also provided decorative packages for weapons and armor.

Only Meow’s requests for dyed hair and elaborate styling were denied.

However, he didn’t refuse her wish for decorative enhancements and colored dyes for her twin tails.

The small interlude passed quickly; whether it would become black history would depend on how times changed, but the new era’s trends were clearly laid before Lu Ping’an.

“Should we start tapping into the lower-tier market…

Hmm, is there any reason to refuse?”

Looking at the goods, all produced by “state-run shops,” their technology was mediocre, yet the designs and paintwork suited the “era.”

Given the exorbitant prices for mortals, these non-combat enhancements barely counted as expenses.

However, they evidently captured everyday customers’ interest far more easily.

When you try to explain to an ordinary person the difference between “armor-breaking” and “armor-piercing,” or how “resist corrosion” and “resist curse” seem similar but differ greatly in low-tier environments—one protects against environmental damage while the other has real combat effects—they naturally opt for what looks prettier and sounds cooler.

Even with identical “attributes,” merchants could easily muddy the customers’ understanding with a pile of chaotic concepts, effortlessly selling cabbages at jade prices.

“…It feels wasteful; there’s hardly any profit.

And when it involves livelihood goods, issues occur easily.”

Even the usually rational Big Cat found this market unappealing.

Their side already held a strong foothold in the high-end market, with orders overflowing.

Was there truly a need to deal with such hassle?

“No, they are the future…”

Watching the ordinary people below, actively browsing goods like they were in a mall, Lu Ping’an made his decision.

“…Even if we lose the high-end market, we must seize the low-end market to the largest extent possible.”