My Items Are a Billion Times Better

After transmigrating to a parallel world, Fang Tong waits three years, then another three, but his System still hasn't arrived. All he can do is work as a prop mover on film sets.

"I walk home at night a lot. Is it really so unreasonable to carry a flashlight? They say I used a lightsaber to kill someone, now that's unreasonable."

"My female neighbor came over wearing a face mask to have a heart-to-heart, and nearly scared me into a heart attack. Is it really against the law to scare her with a mask of my own?"

"I made these props myself, and you insist they're antiques. Now you want to buy them for ten million?"

Fang Tong takes a flashlight, a mask, a porcelain bowl, a peachwood sword, prop rope, and more out of his backpack.

"You say I can fly through the air? Can I at least point out that it's special effects?"

"Still don't believe me? Fine. I'll turn on the flashlight and do it again."

In front of the stern-looking officers and eyewitnesses, Fang Yu turns on the flashlight. A beam of light shoots straight into the sky.

Fang Tong steps onto it...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.