I Am a Paper Maker, Not an Arms Dealer!

Toy designer Mu Bei traveled to a world where everyone worshiped weird things, and took over a paper-making shop. Because he wants to create differentiation, he has extremely high requirements for paper binding. The paper money is hand-painted and made to prevent counterfeiting. The gold ingot is reproduced one to one. Even the burned TVs, color TVs, mobile phones, etc. Are extremely realistic. And in order to make things better, he specially used the half-baked Taoist techniques he learned in Maoshan to consecrate the temple. Slowly, the live broadcast room became popular. Until one day. Someone said in the live broadcast room that his ancestors were bullied by other weirdos. Ask him if he can make a weapon. Mu Bei, who didn't pay attention, stabbed him with a watermelon knife. Then... "Anchor, can you help me stab a Desert Eagle? My grandfather said in a dream that he was bullied." "Anchor, can you help me stab the AK47? My wife said she wants to get me a tricky wife." "Anchor, is there a Gatling? The kind that shoots blue fire. My grandpa Zeng said to grab the territory." "Anchor, quickly build an aircraft carrier fleet for me. My ancestor is going to attack the Sakura Territory." "..." As netizens' demands become more and more outrageous. The Mubei people were dumbfounded. What are you doing? Did it really burn out? And is the Unexpected Realm so chaotic? National Security Psychic Administration: "Mu Bei, you are suspected of selling arms to the Strange Territory, causing chaos in the Strange Territory. Come with us." Mu Bei: ""? ? ? No... I am just a paper maker, where can I go to sell arms? I am really not an arms dealer!