The Ming Dynasty: Starting with the Somersault Cloud, Old Zhu was so envious he cried!

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened in surprise:

"What?! You knew all along?! If you knew, why didn't you stop your mother sooner?!"

Zhu Ming, however, remained expressionless and said calmly:

"Why should I stop him? That guy committed a crime, he has several lives on his hands, cutting off his head is what he deserves."

As soon as he said that, the veins on Old Zhu's forehead bulged again, and he looked like he was about to turn red with anger.

Zhu Biao reacted quickly, stepping forward and pressing down on his father with one hand while explaining to Zhu Ming:

"Sixth Brother, I know that man has committed a crime. But punishing him doesn't necessarily mean taking his life."

"We can lock him up and use him for our own purposes—didn't Mother say that he can conjure up an infinite amount of food out of thin air?"

"With such abilities, it won't be long before all the people under our rule are able to live a life of plenty."

After hearing this, Zhu Ming curled his lip, looking disdainful of the man's abilities.

He said slowly, "If he really had that much ability, why has he only dared to stay in that wretched place of the Li family for a whole year, without even daring to show his face?"

"And why was it that I could just summon a few ordinary constables and have him dragged over like a dead dog and beheaded?"

Upon hearing this, both Zhu Biao and Zhu Yuanzhang were taken aback.

……yes.

If it were Zhu Yuanzhang, and he really had the ability to produce food out of thin air, why would he be polite to anyone?

In less than a year, they would have already raised their own banner and changed dynasties.

Moreover, this is ten times easier than when he joined Huangjue Temple and risked his life to rebel!

Zhu Yuanzhang opened his mouth, as if to ask, "Why?"

But as a father, he couldn't bring himself to ask his six-year-old son.

So, he rolled his eyes and gestured to Zhu Biao beside him.

Let him ask on my behalf.

Zhu Biao received this look and was speechless for a moment—but he was actually quite curious himself, so he had no choice but to speak up for him:

"Sixth Brother, from what you're saying... could it be that that person's abilities are limited?"

Zhu Ming jumped off the stool with a "thud," put his two little hands behind his back, and paced back and forth in the hall with measured steps.

You know what, Zhu Ming, despite his young age, has a very commanding presence.

"That's right, brother guessed correctly."

"That person's only skill is to conjure up two things out of thin air—plain congee and pickled vegetables. He can't conjure up anything else, not even half a thing."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Biao shook his head: "Sixth Brother, you can't say that. Even if it can only turn into plain porridge and pickled vegetables, it's still quite remarkable."

"Let alone ordinary people, even the wealthy landlords don't necessarily get to eat plain porridge every day."

"Furthermore—the presence of pickled mustard tubers means the presence of salt. People need salt to have energy."

"This one measure alone is enough to save the lives of millions of people."

Zhu Ming, however, curled his lip and poured cold water on the idea:

"Then what if I told my brother that his abilities are not limitless at all?"

"Every time he conjures up a bowl of porridge, it takes up a portion of his energy. With his limited energy, he can only conjure enough food for ten people at most in a day. Any more... and the people will be drained dry."

I was surprised to hear that this skill had such significant limitations.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao exchanged a glance and sighed in unison.

I thought a treasure had fallen from the sky—a tool that could produce an unlimited amount of food.

After all that fuss, they only made ten servings of porridge a day?

The father and son had the same thought at the same time: This guy is not as good as my son/sixth brother!

As for why Zhu Ming knew so much about it?

It was because as soon as Hua An's head hit the ground, a "ding" sounded in his mind, and the system notification sounded.

[The host has been detected to have killed the protagonist of Destiny, "Hua An".]

The system has successfully devoured the opponent's "Infinite Congee System".

As a reward, a golden treasure chest is hereby bestowed upon you.

Zhu Ming opened the treasure chest on the spot.

When the golden light faded, what lay quietly inside was a short rod, pure white with a diamond-shaped crystal embedded at its tip.

That's right.

It's that sparkler from the soup that Daigo made, the one that turns into light when Daigo squeezes it.

This is why Zhu Ming dared to hand that "magnifying lamp" to Xu Miaoyun without batting an eye.

Because he doesn't need it anymore.

Since acquiring this magic light stick, he can transform into Ultraman Tiga at any time.

In Zhu Ming's view, at the same size, ordinary humans have absolutely no chance of defeating Ultraman, who is known as the "Heisei Rogue".

Moreover, how could Tiga be a mere fist-wielding brute?

That's a proper mage—he can switch forms at will, has a plethora of skills, and when he gets angry, he can just raise his hand and unleash a beam of light.

That's the configuration.

Who could possibly beat that?!

"Forget it, forget it," Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand to console himself. "The person is already dead, there's no point in saying anything more."

But the next second—

Zhu Ming spoke again, and his words were earth-shattering:

"As for what you just said, elder brother, about wanting all the people in the region to live a life of plenty—that, I can do it."

"What?!"

Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao spoke in unison, jumping up from their seats at the same time.

Zhu Ming puffed out his chest and said smugly:

"This morning, my master bestowed upon me another magical artifact, called the 'Replication Mirror'."

"As its name suggests—this mirror can replicate anything in the world..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Yuanzhang impatiently leaned forward and interrupted him:

"Food can be cloned?!"

Zhu Ming snorted, "Of course."

Zhu Biao quickly stepped forward and asked cautiously:

"So... are there any limitations to this replication mirror? It's not like that person, only able to create ten copies a day, is it?"

Zhu Ming, however, held up a little finger, shook it from side to side, and said with a disdainful look:

"No, no, no. The magical treasure bestowed upon me by my master is far superior to that kind of junk!"

"There are no restrictions on this replicating mirror."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened, and his face looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Zhu Biao composed himself and tentatively pressed on with another question:

"Then... if food can be replicated, what about gold? Can gold be replicated too?"

Zhu Ming glanced at him as if he were an idiot, then nodded his little head:

"Didn't I say that? Anything in the world—gold and silver treasures, antiques and paintings—anything you can produce, it can replicate."

"...They can even clone people."

The words fell.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao stood there completely stunned, their mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time.

This is hardly a magic weapon.

This is absolutely outrageous! It's turned upside down all the rules of the world!

Zhu Yuanzhang's mind was already racing with calculations.

With this mirror—

He can conjure up as much money as he wants.

Printing paper money and casting silver ingots are nothing compared to this.

If he wanted to be rich, he could be incredibly rich; even buying the entire Ming Dynasty would be a piece of cake for him.

There's also grain. As much as you want, you can have.

He could easily issue a decree that every household in the Ming Dynasty should receive 10,000 catties of white rice and white flour as a first-time gift!