A Fireworks Factory Makes Nuclear Bombs, and You Call Me a Private Company?

Chen Kai transmigrates into the body of a security guard at a fireworks factory, where an all-purpose R&D System falls from the sky.

A customer from the Middle East comes calling: “I hear your fireworks can be used on a battlefield?”

Chen Kai: “Sure. They’re for celebrations, with a range of five kilometers and a 15-meter kill radius.”

“And those steel pipes?”

“Good for building construction, or for mounting a few ‘little firecrackers.’”

The first Middle Eastern order is worth 100,000. A tank division from Country M is reduced to scrap overnight.

The internet erupts: “Fireworks from the Yan Kingdom are this powerful?!”

A national security leader slams the table: “Comrade Chen Kai, you call this a civilian enterprise?!”

Chen Kai flicks the ash from his cigarette. “Reporting to you, sir, our business license says it plainly: manufacturer of festive goods.”

Drones hover ten thousand meters above the ground, satellite signals can be switched at will, and armed groups from every country line up to place orders.

The world’s arms dealers discover their biggest competitor is a fireworks seller.

Chen Kai grins around his cigarette. “I really do only sell fireworks.”