Ninja World, Wooden Leaf Village.
The weather today was very good. The sky was as clear as a piece of blue paper. A few thin white clouds seemed to have been melted by the sun as they floated slowly with the wind.
The entire village was peaceful. There were shops on both sides of the wide street. People came and went on the street, and every villager's face was filled with smiles.
Among them, there was no lack of ninjas wearing vests. The hustle and bustle made the entire Muye seem extremely lively.
However, at the end of the street, there was a small shop that seemed out of place in this bustling scene.
Unlike other shops that were bustling with business, this small shop was deserted. No one patronized it at all. Even some passers-by only glanced at it casually before walking away.
Mo Ran sighed helplessly when he saw another ninja passing by.
Although the shop was located at the end of the street, it was still the only property Mo Ran owned after he transmigrated.
This shop looked like it had been around for a few years. It used to sell all sorts of things, including shuriken, kunai, ninja bags, and so on. It was a ninja shop.
Mo Ran didn't know who the original owner of this shop was. He only knew that after he transmigrated, the system told him that he would be the owner of this shop in the future.
Mo Ran was not from this world. He had transmigrated.
In his previous life, Mo Ran was just an ordinary otaku who loved to play games. Whether it was the classic single-player games or the most popular online games, he played them all.
He stayed in his room all day and earned some living expenses by moving bricks in the game.
One day, as usual, Mo Ran was working hard to move bricks.
He was already very sleepy, but a boss just happened to place an order for a sum of game coins. Mo Ran's account was still a little short, and he would have enough after moving a few more times.
Therefore, he wanted to finish this business before going to sleep. In the end, he could not hold it in any longer. His vision went black and he lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he realized that he had already transmigrated into this Naruto world.
Logically speaking, this street was full of people. Even in the most corner, there would be many people passing by. No matter what, they should be able to attract some customers.
However, it had been almost a month since Mo Ran had transmigrated here. Every day, he looked at the passersby on the street, but no one was willing to step into his shop.
Because the Kunai and Ninja Tools that were originally placed on the shelves in his shop had all disappeared. In their place were clay pots.
What was even more difficult to accept was that there was a very high price tag under these terrines.
In the eyes of a normal person, the owner of this shop must have lost his mind. Otherwise, why would he not sell Ninja Artifacts and only sell these expensive and useless jars?
Everyone who entered the store looked at Mo Ran with a strange look. In the end, they shook their heads and left.
Over time, people who came to this street knew that there was a strange shop on this street. The owner of the shop seemed to have a problem with his brain. He didn't sell good ninja tools, but only sold some broken cans that only idiots with brain problems would buy.
If it wasn't for the system's refusal, he would have sold this lousy shop and found another way to make a living.
Mo Ran stretched and rubbed his eyebrows. He said dejectedly,"Sigh, I have a stable zero income every day. If this continues, I can only eat dirt.”
Mo Ran's complaint didn't get a response. He seemed to be used to it. He sighed again and said in a negotiating tone,"Why don't we give out a few cans for free first? Just treat it as an advertisement! When they open the jar and get something good, they will know the value of our jar. At that time, won't we be rich?”
"Host, don't think too much. The system has its principles. It can't be free. It won't be free in this lifetime.”
Hearing the system's reply, Mo Ran said helplessly,""But no one wants to buy these things at all. Even if I can really get a treasure, it's useless if no one believes it. Are you going to watch me starve to death?”
The System was speechless.
"Moreover, the items in these jars are all random. Even I don't know what I can get. How can I sell them?”Mo Ran complained silently.
In fact, the jars in his shop were not ordinary jars. These were all items conjured by the system. According to the system, each of these jars could produce three items.
However, the items that were obtained were all random. If one was unlucky, they might get some useless trash. However, if one was lucky, they might get a divine artifact or a divine pet.
Mo Ran could not open these jars, so he could only sell them. The advantage was that he could earn 30% of the reward for every jar he sold, and the remaining 70% would be taken by the system.
This was Naruto's world, and the currency here was silver taels. The price of each jar was 1,000 taels. It seemed very high, but it was not. Naruto's favorite Ikura Ramen cost 60 taels at its cheapest.
It was not a loss to spend a few days 'food expenses to buy a jar that could produce all kinds of Pokémon.
However, this was all Mo Ran's wishful thinking. After all, he had never seen it before. Who would believe that these jars had such a magical function? Therefore, every customer who entered the shop after hearing Mo Ran's introduction thought that Mo Ran had a problem with his brain and never came again.
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