Peter put the safety back on the gun and looked at Orochimaru with a smile.
"So, what do you think? Pretty powerful, right?"
Orochimaru stared at the pistol in Peter's hand and swallowed nervously.
This wasn't just powerful—it was a top-tier weapon.
He hadn't even seen the bullet fly out before the rabbit had suddenly exploded into pieces.
Exploded. Not just killed—blown apart in an instant.
The more Orochimaru thought about it, the more terrified he became.
If Peter had pointed that thing at his head... his brain would've exploded like a watermelon.
Sure, ninjas had chakra-enhanced bodies, but they weren't built to survive something like this.
And it wasn't just fast—it was deadly.
His shuriken could kill a rabbit, sure—but not make it burst like that.
The destructive power was unreal.
Even the God of Shinobi, Hashirama Senju himself, wouldn't survive a headshot from this thing.
It was fast, lethal, and perfect for killing without a trace.
"Boss... how much for the gun?" Orochimaru asked cautiously, already reaching toward his ninja tool pouch.
Peter smiled.
"This gun is called the Desert Eagle. It's only 100,000 taels."
"What?! Only 100,000?!" Orochimaru blurted out.
Not because it was expensive—but because it was too cheap.
He had expected something like this to cost at least a few million.
"Boss, I'll take it!" Orochimaru said excitedly.
"No problem," Peter replied. "Let me show you something else while we're at it."
He led Orochimaru into the house and brought out another weapon.
"This is an assault rifle. Fully automatic, fires at 700 meters per second, and has an effective range of 400 meters. That means you can hit anything within 400 meters without fail."
Orochimaru's eyes burned with desire.
Everything in this store was beyond top-tier—rare, even by ninja world standards.
As long as you had the cash, anything was possible.
"How much is this rifle?" he asked.
"One million taels. Honest pricing." Peter grinned.
"I'll take it!" Orochimaru said without hesitation.
Peter handed him both the Desert Eagle and the assault rifle and even gave a personal crash course on how to use them.
After all, Orochimaru was a big spender—he deserved VIP treatment.
Soon after, gunshots rang out from outside.
Peter peeked from the doorway, watching curiously.
To his surprise, Orochimaru had already gotten the hang of it.
After firing dozens of rounds, Orochimaru was completely hooked.
With each pull of the trigger, a bird would fall from the sky.
"As expected of a ninja scientist. His learning ability is ridiculous," Peter said, genuinely impressed.
You might wonder: wasn't Peter worried about getting accidentally shot?
Of course he was.
That's why he never left the shop.
According to the system, as long as Peter stayed within the store, he was invincible—immune to all forms of harm.
The moment he was attacked, the system would auto-activate protection.
That's why even after recognizing Orochimaru, he hadn't panicked.
Instead, he'd calmly introduced his products like a good shopkeeper.
—
Outside
Orochimaru stared at the assault rifle in his hands, trembling with excitement.
"Unbelievable… just point and shoot. It hits every time," he muttered.
Unlike shuriken, which required years of practice, this gun was beginner-friendly.
After only a few minutes of training, he could land hits on anything within 200 meters.
Once he ran out of bullets, Orochimaru returned to the shop.
"Boss, I want to buy 10,000 rounds of ammo," he said, unsealing another scroll.
A stack of money appeared: 1 million taels—exactly the cost, with each bullet priced at 100 taels.
Peter casually walked over and waved his hand. In Orochimaru's stunned gaze, the entire pile of money vanished into thin air.
That was the system at work, of course.
Peter checked his commission.
One percent.
Only 10,000 taels out of a million.
"Man, this system is stingy…" Peter muttered.
But to Orochimaru, it was like witnessing a god at work.
Peter handed over 10,000 bullets in a storage box.
"Anything else you'd like?" he asked, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Orochimaru was rich—Peter knew this.
Every one of Orochimaru's experiments cost millions.
He was definitely loaded.
But suddenly, Orochimaru fell silent.
Peter frowned.
What's up with him? He was so enthusiastic just a second ago.
After a long pause, Orochimaru finally raised his head. His eyes shimmered with a mix of hope and desperation.
"Boss, I'd like to ask you something. I hope I'm not being too rude."
"Go ahead," Peter replied with a warm smile.
Orochimaru took a deep breath.
"Do you have anything here… that can grant immortality?"
Peter was a bit surprised by the question.
But then he remembered—Orochimaru had always sought eternal life.
In the original timeline, he even created the Living Corpse Reincarnation technique and slowly shifted from "Uncle Snake" to "Aunt Snake."
Peter's brief silence made Orochimaru nervous.
His face fell.
"Not even someone like you has the means to achieve immortality?" he muttered, clearly shaken.
Was immortality truly impossible?
Peter snapped out of his thoughts.
"I told you, I've got everything here," he said with a grin.
"Including eternal life."
Orochimaru's eyes widened.
"You're serious?"
"Completely. But let me make it clear—eternal life doesn't come cheap."
Peter turned and began walking toward a glass counter.
Orochimaru didn't even hear the rest of what Peter was saying.
His mind was spinning.
Immortality… real, actual immortality.
He never imagined someone would actually have it.
And that someone… was this mysterious shopkeeper.