Chapter 76: 76: Blood for Sale IV
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"You have good eyes," she said.
Sekht smiled faintly. "I have expensive eyes," he corrected.
Bat Bat whispered, "Master eyes cost money."
Sekht ignored it and began selecting.
First, he chose several fresh jars for Bat Bat.
He picked blood types that were safe, rich, and compatible with bat physiology, based on what his blood eye showed. He avoided toxic troll blood and anything cursed.
He selected:
– Fresh Beastkin (Boar) blood
– Fresh Night Deer blood (rich stamina traces)
– Fresh Sky Serpent blood (light affinity traces, diluted)
– Fresh Shadow Lizard blood (minor shadow traces)
Bat Bat watched the jars like a child watching sweets being stacked.
"Mine," it whispered.
Sekht then selected the rare ones.
He chose the divine vial, three drops.
He chose additional rare bloods from the shop’s hidden stock the witch revealed after seeing he was willing to spend.
One jar was ancient demonkin blood, thick and dark, labeled by his blood eye as useful for summoning violent minions.
One jar was old beast king blood, dried into flakes, capable of producing a stronger scout-type summon.
One jar was a strange silver-red blood labeled as "fallen angel" by the blood eye, older than most, with high summon compatibility but unknown temperant.
The witch watched him choose without comnt, but her eyes glead with the satisfaction of a predator watching prey walk willingly into a trap of spending.
Sekht calculated quickly. He was about to burn money like it was kindling. But he did not feel regret. He felt invested.
Because blood was not only food.
Blood was growth.
Blood was future.
Finally, after the last selection, Sekht placed his hand on the counter and spoke clearly.
"I will take it all," he said.
Bat Bat squeaked in joy.
The witch nodded once, satisfied.
She began packing the jars into runed containers to preserve them.
As she did, Sekht noticed sothing odd.
The witch moved with practiced efficiency.
She had done this for centuries.
That ant her custors were not only criminals.
They were people with power. And that ant the underground market was deeper than it looked.
Sekht paid.
Chaos stones clinked onto the counter in piles.
Clink... clink... clink...
Bat Bat stared at the stones with awe.
"So many shiny," it whispered.
Sekht’s rchant instinct still twitched painfully at each clink, but he forced himself to stay calm.
When the transaction was complete, the witch slid the packaged bloods toward him.
Sekht accepted them and opened his void land storage connection.
One by one, he stored the packages into the void land safely.
The system chid quietly as it registered the stored items, organizing them like it always did.
[Ding! Inventory Update.
Blood Purchases Registered.
Total Spent: 2,000,000
Chaos Stones.
Stored Blood Types: Multiple.
Notable Acquisition: Human God Normal Blood (3 drops).
Notable Acquisition: Rare Summon-Compatible Blood Jars (6 total).]
Sekht’s eyes flickered.
Two million.
It was a painful number even for soone holding ten million.
Bat Bat leaned close.
"Master rich," it whispered.
Sekht muttered, "Master is poorer now."
The witch watched him store everything.
"You have interesting storage," she said casually.
Sekht’s expression remained neutral.
"Relic," he replied.
The witch’s eyes narrowed as if she wanted to ask more, but then she waved a hand.
"Underground rule," she said. "No questions."
Sekht nodded.
"No questions," he agreed.
The witch leaned back.
"Co again," she said, voice dry. "You spend like a man trying to fill a hole in his soul."
Sekht’s gaze sharpened. He did not answer. Because she was too close to the truth. He turned toward the curtain.
Bat Bat stared at the witch one last ti, then whispered, "Danger lady."
The witch’s eyes glead.
"I heard that," she said.
Bat Bat froze.
Then it smiled awkwardly.
"Complint," it squeaked.
Sekht left before the witch decided what kind of complint that was.
He stepped back out into the underground market corridor, the noise hitting him again like a wave.
Vendors shouting.
Chains rattling.
Boots scraping.
The underground breathed.
Sekht’s hunger was quieter now, not because he had fed fully, but because he had hope.
He had blood stored. He had options. He had a way to feed without losing control in his own ho.
Bat Bat leaned close to his ear.
"Can drink now," it whispered eagerly.
Sekht muttered, "Later."
Bat Bat pouted.
They began walking toward the exit.
Sekht’s mood was strangely light as he moved through the underground crowd. He had co here to test his power and feed.
He had done both.
He had also gained sothing he did not expect.
A resource.
A path.
He rembered being ten years old, walking here with Uncle Ben, feeling scared and excited at the sa ti, holding his uncle’s coat like it was a shield.
Now he walked alone.
And the underground felt smaller.
Not because it was weak.
Because he had grown.
He and Bat Bat spoke quietly as they walked, their voices blending into the market noise.
Bat Bat asked, "I want to eat the god blood."
"No, I have other plans. that might summon a human shaped bat." Sekht replied.
Bat Bat whispered, "God blood jar... make bat people."
Sekht replied softly, "If it works."
Bat Bat flapped excitedly.
"Bat people," it repeated. "Half human. Half bat. Family."
Sekht’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"That is not family," he said.
Bat Bat blinked.
"Then what," it asked innocently.
Sekht sighed.
"A problem," he replied.
Bat Bat nodded solemnly as if accepting the sacred truth of life.
"Problem good," it said. "Problem make master strong."
Sekht almost smiled.
Almost.
They drew closer to the exit corridor, where the stairway back to the city waited.
That was when, far above, in a different part of the underground...
The two thugs Sekht had fed on earlier finally crawled back to their hideout.
They did not rember the feeding. They rembered pain. They rembered humiliation. They rembered being beaten and left like trash.
Their minds had blurred the rest, as if sothing inside them refused to accept that they had been prey.
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