Weapon of the Gods

One million Sakaar Coins!

That was basically a sky-high price on the black market—enough to buy a secure house in any location within Sakaar’s inner city, where competition for resources was intense!

And the item being sold was an unknown, battered axe.

Fortunately, the area where the child’s stall was located had been empty to begin with. Otherwise, if word of this transaction got out, it would probably have caused an uproar throughout the black market.

"Mr. Kyle. One million Sakaar Coins to buy this broken axe? Please think it over carefully. Even if you have money, you can’t spend it like this…" Bai Bo moved closer to Kyle and tried to persuade him in a lowered voice.

It had originally thought Kyle was merely interested and had impulsively come to the black market to buy some novel trinkets as decorations. It had never expected him to be willing to pay such a high price for a broken axe.

Kyle ignored Bai Bo. He crouched down, placed his right palm on the damaged large axe handle, and gently traced the strange, dazzling patterns on its surface. The hard, icy sensation was clearly transmitted to his hand.

More than that, there was also the primal aura left behind by battle, slaughter, iron, and blood.

Kyle closed his eyes, shutting out the noisy clamor of the black market as he immersed himself in feeling it with his mind and will.

He seemed to see a brutal war on an ancient battlefield amid the stars. Extraordinary Life forms were locked in vicious combat, and even the gods of myth could fall on the spot with one careless mistake.

It was a struggle between higher races. For control over this expanse of starry cosmos, both the scale of forces committed by alien races and the individual strength, weapons, and equipment of each side far surpassed any battle of Earth’s World War II.

"Where did you get this axe?" Kyle asked in a low voice after opening his eyes. A sharp gleam flickered in them, as though he had thought of something.

"Half a year ago, we picked it up from a garbage river in the wilderness. Just getting it back into the inner city required my sister and me to rent a medium-sized salvage ship." After speaking, the alien child seemed afraid that Kyle would suddenly back out of the deal and hurriedly asked, "Are you really going to buy it?"

"Of course. But I don’t have that much cash on me. The money is all on my transaction card," Kyle replied decisively.

"I-I’ll notify my sister right away! She’ll bring over the card payment device. Please wait a moment!" The alien child was overjoyed and clumsily pulled out a communicator, sending an urgent message.

Seeing that the deal was settled, Bai Bo drooped its ears and tail and stopped trying to dissuade him.

After all, Kyle was the one paying. He could spend it however he wanted.

"One million…" Bai Bo only felt pained, silently wondering how much trash it would have to pick up to earn that back.

About five minutes later.

Kyle, who had been waiting before the stall, looked up and saw a small Quinjet emerge from the inner city in a blaze of shimmering light. It flew toward them before hovering ten meters directly overhead.

The child kept waving at the hovering Quinjet and said with a smile, "My sister’s here."

The ship’s hatch swiftly opened, and a pink-skinned woman in a work uniform deftly descended the retractable stairs.

The alien child was just about to go up and speak when the woman grabbed his ear. In a fierce, dissatisfied tone, she said, "Don’t you know your sister is at work?! You even used an emergency communication call. Explain yourself properly. If your answer doesn’t satisfy me—no dinner tonight!"

"Waaah, don’t pull! Sis, there’s an important customer here!" The alien child cried out in pain and begged repeatedly.

"Hm?" The alien woman looked ahead. When she saw Kyle standing before the stall, her face immediately filled with surprise. After hesitating for a moment, she hurriedly released the child and politely greeted him, "Mr. Kyle, what a coincidence… I didn’t expect to run into you here."

"It is quite a coincidence." Kyle nodded. The alien woman before him was Anli, the attendant he had met at the exchange center last night.

That made sense. Both sister and brother belonged to the same pink-skinned alien race. Nothing strange about that.

"Sis, this customer wants to buy that axe," the alien child said softly.

"What?!" Anli suspected that she had heard wrong. She took a deep breath, nervously grabbed the child’s arm, and sternly asked, "What price did you quote? Don’t tell me you left out a few zeros?"

Before the child could answer, Kyle smiled and urged, "We’ve already agreed on it. One million Sakaar Coins. If you brought the payment device, then let’s swipe the card directly."

The card payment device emitted a series of beeps, indicating that the one million had been transferred successfully.

The surprise had come too suddenly. Anli was still in a dreamlike daze as she pinched the alien child beside her, as if verifying whether she was dreaming.

"The money’s been paid, so I’ll take the item and go," Kyle said with a faint smile.

To him, money and wealth were merely worldly possessions. As long as they could increase his strength, any price was worth paying.

"Of course, please do." Anli nodded hurriedly.

Grasping the axe handle with his right hand, Kyle tried to lift the axe. Yet even when he exerted all his strength, the broken axe lying across the stall did not budge in the slightest.

Kyle’s expression changed slightly. The damaged axe was far heavier than he had imagined!

He possessed ten times the strength of an ordinary human! One hand alone could exert over a ton of force, enough to easily lift a two-meter-long, two-meter-wide stone slab!

"Ah, Mr. Kyle, I forgot to tell you. This axe is extraordinarily heavy. Even Stone Men, known for their brute strength, cannot move it. A transport ship is needed to carry and relocate it," Anli said apologetically.

"What kind of freak would use such a heavy axe?" Bai Bo asked in shock.

"That is why I set such a high price. Even if it couldn’t be sold, based on my years of appraisal experience, the previous owner of this axe may truly have been one of those higher life forms who called themselves gods," Anli said seriously.

Taking a deep breath, Kyle gripped the axe handle with both hands once more.

"Mr. Kyle, this axe really can’t be moved. I’ll use the ship to transport it back for you," Anli suggested when she saw this.

"I’ll try again." Kyle tightly gripped the axe handle, his expression calm. His feet planted firmly on the ground as the solid muscles of his tall body swelled, stretching his hooded leather jacket taut.

As Kyle exerted force with both hands, the axe, now consisting only of its handle, trembled slightly. Then, under the stunned gazes of Anli and the others, it was slowly lifted upward.

He had only raised it half a meter when the handle slipped from his hands and crashed back onto the stall with a heavy explosive boom. Dust billowed up, and the concrete floor beneath collapsed into an axe-shaped depression.

"That is way too terrifying." Bai Bo clicked its tongue in shock, its fur standing on end. Was this thing really a weapon?

Anli was even more horrified.

She knew very well that the axe’s actual weight was a terrifying figure. The fact that Kyle could lift it even slightly already meant he belonged to a humanoid race blessed with immense strength.

"Please use your ship to transport it for me," Kyle said, slightly helpless.

He felt as though he had been lifting not a broken axe, but a meteorite from a star.