I Made The World Mutate

"Follow me."

The stall owner called out, guiding Xiao Mu towards a private room in the shop.

After entering, the owner retrieved a safe, opened it, and carefully took out a stack of yellow papers.

"This is...?"

Xiao Mu's eyes immediately lit up.

The surface of this kind of yellow paper emitted a faint halo, weak, yet carrying an unerasable golden aura.

This was both divinity and spirituality, which would not fade and was difficult to erode.

Without a doubt, this was the Mutated Yellow Paper.

"How much?"

Xiao Mu asked in a deep voice, trying hard to suppress his breathing from becoming too rapid.

He couldn't help it; the allure of this mutated yellow paper was too immense for him. He was barely able to keep his excitement from showing.

"It's sold by weight, a hundred bucks per gram, no bargaining."

The middle-aged man stated a price in a deep voice.

"Ss!"

Xiao Mu took a sharp intake of breath.

This price, it was as if the stall owner was selling it as a precious metal.

How much does silver cost per gram? Less than ten bucks, yet a gram of the mutated yellow paper could purchase more than a dozen grams of silver.

How much is gold per gram? About three hundred bucks, which meant that three grams of the yellow paper could exchange for one gram of gold, the price equating to a third of the price of gold.

But is this price expensive?

Truth be told, it really wasn't, not in the slightest. After all, this was a mutated Yellow Paper, possessing special abilities, especially for those who needed it.

Xiao Mu reckoned, if this kind of paper was used to make Hell Money to burn for deceased relatives, it might indeed be used by the deceased as Hell Money in the underworld.

And ordinary paper money, even if you burn a trillion of it, what good would it do? The dead wouldn't get a penny. In the underworld, they would still be poor.

If some tycoon became aware of the existence of these yellow papers, they might be willing to pay high prices, further driving up the price of the yellow paper.

By then, one wouldn't be talking about exchanging three grams of yellow paper for one gram of gold. Who knows if one gram of gold could even exchange for one gram of yellow paper?

But unfortunately, Xiao Mu really didn't have much money left. He was really tight financially at this point, probably with less than seven thousand bucks left. To buy this yellow paper, he could at most buy sixty or so grams.

How much is sixty-something grams?

The weight of an ordinary A4 paper is about 4.5 grams, which equates to just over a dozen A4 papers' weight.

"Could it be a little cheaper?"

Xiao Mu tried to bargain with the middle-aged man.

"Sorry, a hundred bucks per gram, not a cent less, take it or leave it."

The middle-aged man's face darkened. Saying this, he picked up the yellow paper, ready to put it back into the safe.

"Wait!"

Xiao Mu stopped the middle-aged man, "I'll take it, but I don't have a lot of money left. I can only buy a part of it for now."

"Okay."

The middle-aged man stopped the action of putting away the yellow paper, then took out a precise electronic scale and placed it on the table, turning his head to ask Xiao Mu, "How much do you want?"

"I want..."

Xiao Mu pondered, thought of something, and asked the middle-aged man, "How heavy is one yellow paper approximately?"

"Who knows?"

The middle-aged man was somewhat impatient, perhaps because he felt Xiao Mu's buying attitude was not swift enough. Even though he was a businessman and was annoyed, he still took out a few yellow papers and casually placed them on the electronic scale.

157 grams.

Xiao Mu was stunned.

This was just a few sheets of yellow paper, and it already weighed 157 grams?

How heavy is this yellow paper?

It seemed he had once again underestimated the situation.

Ordinary yellow paper was of inferior quality, light and thin, its weight could not be compared to a regular A4 paper.

Therefore, Xiao Mu had initially thought that with his more than six thousand bucks, he could buy at least fifteen or even twenty sheets of yellow paper.

But the weight the man stated left him stunned on the spot.

The weight of these papers the man had taken out for weighing was probably just about ten sheets, right?

Ten sheets of yellow paper, the weight had already reached 157 grams?

"Remove some, I can't afford so much."

Xiao Mu reached out to take some Yellow Paper, planning to take some away.

The middle-aged man immediately watched him with caution and wariness, obviously worried that Xiao Mu would run away as soon as he got the Yellow Paper in his hands.

However, Xiao Mu didn't have that intention.

He just casually took about half of the Yellow Paper off and continued to weigh them.

The weight now was 97 grams, roughly the weight of four to five pieces of Yellow Paper.

"Huh!"

Xiao Mu murmured softly in his heart, the weight wasn't right.

He could feel that these Mutated Yellow Papers were genuinely heavy when he held them earlier.

However, while the Yellow Papers were heavy, there was also something off with the man's scale.

The weight of ten Yellow Papers was 157 grams, so how could the weight of five Yellow Papers be 97 grams?

Shouldn't half the weight of 157 grams be 78.5 grams? How could it be nearly 20 grams off?

The Yellow Papers had the same size and thickness; there should be no weight deviations. Even if there were deviations, they wouldn't be this much.

He put the Yellow Papers he had taken back on the Electronic Scale, and the weight was back to 157 grams.

When he picked them up, it was 97 grams again.

A thought crossed Xiao Mu's mind, but he kept a poker face.

The middle-aged man not only sold the Yellow Paper at a high price, but he also tried to swindle him with the weight.

This behavior, he absolutely couldn't tolerate.

Keeping his poker face on, "How much for all these Yellow Papers?"

The man looked at the weight, "157 grams, a total of 15,700 yuan."

"Can't buy this much, my money is not enough, take some off. How about these?"

Xiao Mu took away the Yellow Papers he had just put on, leaving half of them.

The weight once again returned to 97 grams.

"Nine thousand and seven."

The man quoted the price again impatiently, "Are you really looking to buy or not? If not, don't waste my time."

He saw Xiao Mu was fussing about, seemingly with no intention to buy.

"Still not enough money, I'll take these."

Xiao Mu held the portion of Yellow Paper he just took off the Electronic Scale, "Total is 15,700, the weight on the scale is 9,700, 15,700 minus 9,700, these in my hands should be 6,000."

"Here's 6,000 yuan. Count it."

With that, Xiao Mu took the money out of his wallet, counted out 6,000, and placed it on the table.

The middle-aged man: "..."

"Goodbye!"

Xiao Mu picked up the Yellow Paper and left.

"Wait, you can't leave!"

The middle-aged man quickly reached out to stop Xiao Mu.

Indeed, there was a problem with the scale, and he intended to exploit this faulty Electronic Scale to swindle Xiao Mu, pocketing a few hundred, or even a couple of thousand yuan extra.

But he never expected Xiao Mu would pull such a maneuver, causing him to lose instead.

How could he swallow this?

"Did I give you less money?"

Xiao Mu's eyes turned icy, and he spun around, giving the middle-aged man a cold stare.

This middle-aged man tried to swindle him, but he didn't expose it. If the man refuse to acknowledge his good graces, he wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson.

As he got angry, a daunting momentum burst out from him, and in an instant, the atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze, becoming incredibly oppressive.

In Taoism, cultivating qi is all about momentum.

"No, you did not."

The middle-aged man got a fright from the intimidating momentum emanating from Xiao Mu. He then realized that this young man wasn't ordinary, possibly having gained some Special Abilities in this World Mutation.

He wouldn't dare to offend such a person.

With the world mutating, the control of the Relevant Department has significantly diminished. Offending such a Transcendent could mean getting beaten up and nowhere to seek justice even if he didn't kill him.

Out of fright, his hand, which he initially planned to stop Xiao Mu with, awkwardly retreated. He forced a smile, "Hehe! Actually, we give away a gift with every purchase in our shop. Since you bought 6,000 yuan worth of stuff, I will give you an extra piece of Yellow Paper."

With that, he took a piece of Yellow Paper from the Electronic Scale and handed it to Xiao Mu.

"Thank you!"

Xiao Mu glanced at the middle-aged man who had a pained look on his face but was sweating cold sweat, gave a faint smile, took the Yellow Paper, and left.