The ground floor alone was larger than most city markets Kael had seen. Techniques lined the walls—scrolls, tablets, holographic displays showing demonstrations. Weapons glead in illuminated cases. Armor suits stood like silent sentinels.
And the prices—
Kael transferred 100,000 credits to each of his teammates without being asked. They’d figure out their own needs. His focus was elsewhere.
Tier 1 weapons. Special Grade weapons. He passed a case containing a sword that cost 180,000 credits—more than most families earned in a year. Another held a bow that could allegedly pierce Origin Realm defenses. The price tag made his eyes water.
He moved upstairs.
Clothing. Combat wear that doubled as armor—reinforced fabrics woven with mana-conductive threads, each set capable of stopping blows from cultivators two realms higher. Kael browsed the racks with the focused intensity of soone who understood the value of good equipnt.
Black. Black. More black. A splash of white. Then black again.
Author’s note: Damn, bro really loves black.
Twenty sets of black combat wear with different designs—so sleek, so angular, so with subtle silver embroidery that caught the light. Five white sets for variety. Six pairs of reinforced boots. The total ca to roughly 30,000 credits.
The clerk who processed his purchase looked at the order and then at Kael’s face, clearly trying to reconcile the monochro selection with the person making it.
Higher floors revealed chanical wonders.
Holographic displays showed small spacecraft—personal transports, reconnaissance drones, atmospheric skimrs. The actual vehicles would be transported after purchase, but the specs were impressive. chanical arms of various tiers hung from display mounts. Combat drones hovered in containnt fields. Guns—actual projectile weapons enhanced with mana technology—lined entire walls.
Combat armor suits stood in formation, each one a walking fortress. Kael examined a Tier 2 model that cost 50,000 credits and could supposedly enhance the wearer’s physical abilities by 300%.
He filed the information away and headed back down.
The ground floor had transford.
The girls had found the clothing section.
Sage was holding up a deep crimson dress against her body, tails swishing with obvious excitent. Rue had sohow acquired a pile of accessories that threatened to topple over. Even Zara—the quiet snake-kin—was examining a green scarf with interest.
And Yenna and Cassian...
Kael paused, blinking.
Yenna Frostveil—ice queen, intent prodigy, permanently cold expression—was laughing. Actually laughing. And Cassian stood beside her, that rare genuine smile on his face, saying sothing that made her laugh harder.
"Oh-oh." Kael’s smirk spread across his face. "Would you look at that. Are those two dating?"
He shook his head and headed for the weapons section.
Techniques could wait. He’d spent his shadow points on techniques from the system shop. What he needed was better equipnt. The Twin Fangs of Eclipse were Tier 2—good, but not tournant-quality against the best of fifteen academies. He was sure those geniuses had at least tier 1 weapons. At least so of them.
His eyes found them imdiately.
A pair of blades in a locked display case, black steel with veins of purple light running through them. The placard read:
VOID EDGE MK. II — TIER 1PairMana Conductivity: 95%Special Property: Void Resonance — Amplifies void-aligned techniques by 20%Price: 165,000 Credits
Kael didn’t hesitate.
Next to the blades, a bow caught his attention—sleek, compact, midnight wood fra with a string that seed to absorb light.
SHADOWSONG RECURVE — TIER 1PairMana Conductivity: 92%Special Property: Silent Draw — Eliminates sound from arrow releasePrice: 99,000 Credits
Two purchases. 264,000 credits gone in seconds.
Kael checked his balance.
Remaining Credits: 194,100
He winced. Then he kept walking.
The minerals and ores section was tucked in a back corner, less flashy than the weapons floor but no less valuable. Crystals of every color lined the shelves. Raw ores sat in locked cases. Beast cores—ranked and categorized—glowed softly in containnt fields.
And there, in a small refrigerated display—
Void Crystals.
Three of them, black as midnight, swirling with internal light that seed to move wrong—like reality itself was uncertain around them.
Kael’s heart rate spiked.
System.
[Yes, host?]
How many Void Crystals do you need to evolve to Level 3?
[Ten Void Crystals required for complete System evolution to Level 3. Current count: 3/10.]
Ten. Kael’s eye twitched. You need TEN?
[Correct.]
And they cost 20,000 credits EACH?
[That is the market price, yes. The System does not set external economics.]
Why are you so damn greedy? Ten bloody crystals. Are you kidding ? That’s like 200,000 credits!
[It’s not my fault I ended up with a poor host.]
I am NOT poor! I just—
[Just spent most of your credits on clothing and weapons. Yes. The System is aware.]
You—
[Perhaps if host hadn’t purchased twenty identical black outfits—]
They’re not identical! The designs are different!
[They are all black, host.]
Kael’s eye twitched harder.
He looked at the crystals. Looked at his balance. Did the math.
194,100 credits. Nine crystals would cost 180,000.
He didn’t have enough for ten.
Fuck.
Kael stared at the Void Crystals with the expression of a man watching his life savings evaporate. Then, with the air of soone making a terrible decision, he pointed at the display.
"I’ll take all three. And I need six more. Can you order them?"
The clerk blinked. "That’s... 180,000 credits, sir."
"I know."
His wristband buzzed as the transaction processed.
Remaining Credits: 14,100
Kael stared at the number. Then at the nine Void Crystals now stored in his spatial ring. Then back at the number.
Fourteen thousand credits. He’d gone from nearly 400,000 to this in under an hour.
"I hate you," he muttered to the System.
[The feeling is not mutual, host. The System is incapable of emotion.]
"Fuck off."
The group reconvened near the entrance, bags and purchases in hand. The girls looked happier than Kael had seen them in months—Sage was already wearing one of her new outfits, a dark purple number that hugged every curve. Rue had acquired a hairpin made from starlight fox fur that matched her tails perfectly.
As they approached the exit, another group entered.
Elves.
Tall, ethereal, with pointed ears and ageless features. Their clothing was practical but elegant—forest greens and silver whites, each piece clearly designed for combat. There were twelve of them, sa number as Kael’s group.
Sylvan Star Academy.
The two groups paused, sizing each other up. One of the elves—a woman with silver hair and leaf-green eyes—nodded slightly. Kael returned the gesture.
Just mutual acknowledgnt that they’d likely et in the tournant.
The elves moved past.
Then the second group entered.
Kael felt them before he saw them—the sensation of sothing rotting beneath a pleasant facade. Dark mana rolled off them in subtle waves, the kind of energy that made ordinary cultivators uncomfortable without knowing why.
Neon Abyss Academy.
Twelve students. Human, mostly, though a few had features that suggested other bloodlines. Their clothing was dark—blacks, grays, deep purples—and their eyes held the particular hunger of people who’d seen things others hadn’t.
One of them—a young man with pale skin and hair like shadow—smirked as he passed.
"Heaven’s Gate," he murmured to his companion, just loud enough to be heard. "Cute."
The group walked past without breaking stride.
Kael’s expression didn’t change. He’d dealt with arrogant assholes before. These ones just happened to sll like graveyards.
The Heaven’s Gate students exited into the afternoon sun, chatting among themselves about purchases and plans. Kael walked at the front, map in hand, already plotting the route back to the IGF building.
"We’re being followed."
Karacus’s voice was low, flat, barely audible over the ambient city noise.
Kael’s smirk returned.
"I know."
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