The Black Market [1]
Entering the City Centre, Amon quickly headed towards his destination.
Arriving in front of the shop, he looked up at the name just like last time.
House of Olympus.
Nodding, he headed insided.
He found the manager at the counter, who instantly recognized Amon and smiled.
"Welcome back sir! I'm guessing you are here to retrieve your order?"
"Yes, precisely." He replied and the manager nodded back.
"Great! It's ready. Let me quickly retrieve it for you."
The manager proceeded through the back door and after a minute of waiting, arrived back with a black ring box.
Placing it on the counter, he slid it towards Amon to check.
Picking it up, he undid the golden ribbon sealing the box.
Without further ado, he opened the box.
Inside, he find a sleek and simple metal ring, polished and clean.
Taking it out of the box, he examined it for some seconds before putting it on.
Instantly, a system interface opened up.
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Artifact Name: Spatial Ring
Artifact Capacity: [0L/10000L]
Artifact Description:
A normal metal ring imbued with the power of [Space]. Can hold solids and liquids.
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Taking a quick glance at the window, he nodded with satisfaction and closed it.
He looked back at the manager.
"It's perfect. How much will this be?"
The manager smiled brightly, happy that he was satisfied with the product.
"It would be 300k but with your card discount, it will be 150k Exlor Sir."
Amon nodded at the price, it matched according to the one Michael had gotten in the novel.
"Alright, I'll pay by watchband."
He extended his arm towards the manager, facing the watch face towards him.
Nodding at his words, the manager quickly retrieved a device and connected it to his watchband, making a notification sound echo like usual.
DING!
Done with the payment, the manager rubbed his hands.
"Anything else dear sir?"
Amon shook his head.
"Nope, that will be it. Thank you."
The man bowed with a bright smile at his words.
"Pleasure doing business with you! I hope you like our products and come again!"
With that, he left the shop, and onwards to his next stop.
His next stop was something secret that Michael would come to know about later in the academy.
The City Centre was a gigantic place to roam and the more you traveled in, the cheaper and more secluded the places would get.
Normally, all the big brands and shops were located right at the entrance but the smaller and cheaper shops were located further inside the Centre.
The security and people around you would also decrease the further you went, as the management barely cared about small shops like those.
However, that was exactly where Amon was heading right now.
Heading past various big shops, he immediately started to notice the lack of people and lighting in the area.
After taking some narrow shortcuts and pathways, he arrived so further in, that the place basically became a house of poverty.
Slaves and prostitutes were seated on every side of the street.
In order to keep himself and his identity safe from all the sneaky people around him, he quickly took a sharp turn into a dark corner of the street, completely devoid of life.
Storing the box of spatial ring and his sweater inside his inventory with a wave of his hand, he also retrieved the artifacts he had previously bought from the shop.
Donning the black cloak around his body, Amon tapped the cane on the ground before finally putting the mask on his face.
Walking out of the corner, he was a completely different man from before.
It was not that far now, he was almost there.
Walking further in, he saw the quality of life worsen with each turn and the number of poverty-stricken people drastically increase.
The people looked at him with fear and skepticism because of his new attire.
It was truly pathetic how the management of this city was turning a blind eye to the people here.
Averting his eyes from the poor state of life, Amon tried to focus ahead.
However, it was not long before he felt a sudden tug on his cloak.
Looking back, he saw a little girl, no older than three, looking at him with her pleading, desperate black eyes.
His eyes behind the mask widened.
"Uncle, me hungry, anything eat?" She asked, in broken English.
Looking into her eyes, he surprisingly saw a will to survive, something that he had rarely seen in the people inhabiting these streets.
Amon felt pity rise in his chest for the girl. He crouched down.
"You have any family?" He asked, his tone becoming deeper and more authoritative because of the mask.
The girl shuddered a little, probably because of his imposing voice.
But eventually, she shook her head.
"M-Me only, no else."
A flicker of shock passed through his eyes at how this girl was alone in these streets but still had a flame to survive.
He felt his pity for the girl and disgust for the management increase.
Unfortunately, at this moment he had nothing for the girl to eat.
He could give her some Exlor but there was no shop around these parts for the girl to purchase from.
Besides, the rabid dogs around these parts wouldn't let the money last in her hands for a single minute.
With a light smile behind his mask, he caressed the cheek of the girl, which still had baby fat on it.
"Uncle doesn't have anything for you to eat right now, but can you wait here for a while for me to come back?" He asked the girl, also making some signs for her to understand better.
"You, come back?" The girl asked, pointing towards him with her small finger.
Amon nodded and with confusion, but also a flicker of hope in her heart, the girl nodded back.
Standing up, he pointed at a small corner of a shop for the girl to wait for him.
Understanding his gesture, the girl stumblingly walked to the spot and sat down, tired and hungry.
Reluctantly, he removed his gaze from her and continued further down the street, until he finally arrived at his destination.
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