Dimensional Tycoon: I Make Trillions in Every World-Chapter 35: Chaos

People flocked to the store.

Not because they knew Noa had rice to sell, but because they were searching desperately.

"Do you have rice?" the leading elder asked, expectation flashing across his face.

"Yes, I do have some for sale. Are all of you interested in buying it?" he asked casually, as if the shortage had never existed.

"W-What?" the elder exclaimed, not believing his words.

"You aren’t pulling our leg?" another person asked, her voice trembling.

They all looked like poor people who desperately depended on rice to survive.

Finding a job in the city was hard.

However, surviving on measly wages and feeding families wasn’t easier by any means.

Noa sighed before shaking his head.

"What’s the point of asking if you aren’t going to believe the answer?" he asked, his tone calm and collected.

"T-This..."

The elder wanted to argue with his logic but found nothing to say.

"It’s not gonna be expensive?" he asked finally, almost pleading.

As for Noa, he nodded slightly.

If the rice was the store’s property and the system controlled it, Noa wouldn’t be able to set a price for it.

Yet, since he had access to the unlimited meals from the system, and technically they belonged to him, Noa could easily sell them at cheap prices.

But what would happen if he decided not to sell rice to the people who needed it the most?

Of course, it was about the Blooming Iron Sect, since no one could force Noa to provide them with rice.

He could also use Karma to ensure that people who bought rice from him wouldn’t give it to others—except family members.

It was a fair trade, and Noa had won this battle before it even began.

"I am only selling a limited quantity to each person," Noa explained. "The price is one Lesser Spirit Coin per serving."

People hearing his offer stood frozen for a moment.

One Lesser Spirit Coin was unbelievably cheap for the product that no longer existed in the city.

It was the lowest unit of money in this world, and anyone could afford it.

Thankfully, Karma made sure to keep them in check, and chaos from the outside wasn’t repeated inside the store.

Still, people’s hearts stirred.

"Please, I will take one serving!" someone called.

"Me too!" others repeated as well.

Soon, all six of them demanded their share.

Meanwhile, Noa watched the scene with an unreadable expression, basking in that strange sensation.

"You know what to do," he addressed the system.

Immediately, blue flashing lights surrounded Noa, causing everyone inside the store to squint their eyes.

It only lasted for a second.

And when they came back from the daze, the counter no longer seemed empty.

There it was.

The delicious-looking, already-cooked meal with rice and veggies on the side.

Not only did it look appealing, but its rich aroma was enough to make anyone’s mouth water.

The hungry and still scared people moved quickly.

They paid Qing Xuan, as she could even scan the plates filled with food.

A minute later, everyone looked satisfied.

Rice.

Real, white-grain rice.

Something the whole city had panicked over.

The elder blinked down at the plate in his hands, then glanced at Noa.

"Thank you," he said weakly.

Noa didn’t flinch. "Come back tomorrow if you want more."

One elderly woman also whispered a blessing before rushing out of the store.

Others didn’t stay for long either.

They stepped back from the counter and left while also offering thanks without words.

Noa watched them go.

He knew that the word would soon go around and everyone in the city would hear about this.

Even the sects would be notified.

The weight in the room changed once again.

Yun Qiqi had a smug little smile as she watched the scene.

As for Qing Xuan and Xue Hanly, they whispered among themselves, discussing their thoughts about the situation.

"We spoke about rice only four hours ago," the latter said.

The former nodded stiffly. "And then... It’s gone. It seemed like there was no grain left."

"Except here," Xue Hanly added.

They both looked at Noa, who seemed utterly indifferent to the sheer scale of divinity he had just caused.

He didn’t look like someone who could affect the world this much.

Yet, he didn’t show remorse at the consequences either.

Standing uneasily, both of them realized how little they knew about the entity they were working for.

One idle mention was enough for him to rewrite the world.

"W-What... is he?" Qing asked.

Neither had the answer.

But there was at least one thing they both understood.

This feat wouldn’t be the last one that would force the world to adjust according to his wishes.

In the meantime, the words had already begun to spread.

"Rice. Real rice."

"They say it came from a store in the lower street."

"A small shop with strange items and expensive prices."

"But they say he sells rice for dirt cheap."

Travelers, cultivators, and merchants spoke about it.

By hour’s end, even sect-affiliated disciples and elders began murmuring among themselves.

Curiosity. Urgency. Greed.

They all spread quickly.

The Blooming Iron Sect was no different, as they were the first ones to hear about this rumor.

In the inner halls, disciples actively discussed it.

Some of them were familiar with the store and knew its otherworldly capabilities.

"If it’s true..."

"We need to go there and buy as much as we can."

"That’s right. We can’t afford to weaken ourselves. Every sector of the city will attack and divide us."

"We have already tested alternatives, and they have never worked."

"According to Elder Shanq, our body will be affected in less than 12 hours."

One particular boy stood among the confused and terrified disciples.

He was a bald man called Han Chao.

"Master did it," he muttered, his eyes burning with excitement.

Elders also held the meeting.

Elder Shanq stood before the sect master, his expression grave.

"If that store owner truly owns a supply, we must secure it. We can’t afford to waste time on trade. We must use other means."