Each mirror will be the seed for a future hero. I look forward to seeing what will happen in the future.

Of course, I didn’t create the Bank of the Universe to make myself wealthy. After all, this entire universe belongs to me.

I created it to help geniuses grow, but more importantly, as a way to help me comprehend the domain of fate. The mirrors are only for those who are fated, and observing them will surely grant me at least some insight of fate.

Aside from the bronze mirrors, I also created three more items.

The first one, the Candle of Time, which when activated, slows down time around the user. However, I attached a hefty price, and one can only activate the candle by melting their flesh in the flame. How much time is slowed is based on how much flesh is sacrificed.

The second item is a stick known as the Stick of Randomness. This weapon is very simple. If someone is hit on the head with it, they will be teleported away to a random place nearby. If you’re lucky, your opponent will be teleported far away, but if you’re unlucky, they’ll teleport right behind you.

The last one is a book, called the Book of Worlds. The book contains a world inside, filled with all sorts of cultivation resources. It is activated by reading to the last page, but reading the first page of the book will cause great pain, and the pain doubles for every page read. Only those with a strong will can hope to use this treasure.

I threw these three items into a vault in the Bank, where they will wait for the fated ones.

(POV: Tubby)

I was sent to prison for cheating my clients. But honestly, it’s not my fault.

The contract with that client said that I would buy a sword for eight. He gave me the sword, and I gave him eight silver coins. That should have been it. I would have made a great profit, getting a sword worth five gold coins for eight silver coins. After all, I didn’t specify what currency I had to pay him in. It wasn’t the first time I did this, and I got away with it every time. I love seeing people angry after they realize they’ve been cheated.

Unfortunately, he was the fifteenth young master from the River family, so he came back with a bunch of his minions and threw me in jail. I thought I was going to rot there forever, but one day, a strong old man came by and brought some others to a strange place.

There we saw a person watching us. It was a small child, barely a meter tall. The child told us that we could be immortal after putting our souls into a rock. I was tempted to laugh, but when I remembered how much respect the old man had for the child, I hesitantly decided to put my soul into the rock. Immediately after, I felt a surge of power, like everything was under my control. Seeing that I was fine, the others lined up and did the same.

After the child left, immediately began to read the rules.

First Commandment: Customers may not be forced into a trade.

Second Commandment: Customers may not be chased away.

Third Commandment: Points are gained and deducted based on the profit made by each trade.

Fourth Commandment: Both ends of the trade must be upheld.

Fifth Commandment: One may not leave until they have gained the required points.

Sixth Commandment: One must conduct a trade every week.

Seventh Commandment: The leader is selected by bidding points every millennium.

Eight Commandment: No more than ten percent of workers may be on vacation at the same time.

Ninth Commandment: The candle, stick, and book may only be given to those who can use them.

Tenth Commandment: Violators will have their soul scattered, never to reincarnate.

Soon after, a few customers entered.

A young elf walked up to me and said, “I want a weapon that will make me stronger.”

Looking at our storage, I realized that we only had a candle, a stick, and a book. After reading their descriptions, I decided to give the youngster the candle, saying, “You can keep it if you figure out how to use them.

The youngster reached out to grab the candle, but in a moment of carelessness, he burnt himself on the candle, and his fingers began to melt. A drop of melted flesh fell onto the candle as he hastily withdrew his hand.

“What a lucky guy.” I sighed.

I handed him the candle, and told him, “Use it well.” Before sending him away.

Five hundred years later, a young elf appears in front of me. His clothes are stained with blood, and in ragged breaths, he asks, “Give me something that can help me escape.” There are plenty of escape talismans in the bank, but this youngster is too poor, and cannot afford any of them. I give him the stick, and tell him, “If you figure out the secret to this stick, you can keep it.” The youngster grabs the stick from my hand, and observes it from every angle. After a few minutes, I say, “Time’s up.” As I reach out the hand to grab the stick, yelling in frustration, the youngster hits himself on the head, activating the stick, and teleports himself away.

“Another lucky one.” I mumbled.

Four thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

As I tallied up my points, an old man walked up to me. He told me, “I want to create a sect.” This was a perfect opportunity. I took out the Book of Worlds and told him, “Since you wish to build a sect, there is nothing better than this. If you can finish this book, you can keep it.”

Excited, the old man flipped to the first page of the book and started reading. As he started flipping through the pages, I couldn’t even tell that he was in pain. There weren’t any traces of pain on his face, even after he finished half the book. I must say, his willpower was truly impressive. When I tried to read the book, I couldn’t take it any more by the halfway point.

When he reached the last ten pages, his face began to contort in pain. Despite that, he continued on. When he reached the last three pages, he was screaming in agony. However, he actually managed to finish the book. Looking at him, a question pops up in my head. How much pain has he gone through to be able to finish reading the book?