Chapter 65
At the bottom of the creaking metal staircase stood another iron door.
"Should I open it?"
Hong Man-gi nodded.
Lee Yu-han pushed the door open.
"Ugh...."
Damp, stale underground air rushed toward them.
Beyond the door was an entirely different world.
"This is...."
"So this is...."
The Shadow Market.
"My god...."
Lee Yu-han stared in amazement.
It was difficult to believe such a vast cavern-like space existed beneath an old tool shopping complex.
Unidentified glowing stones embedded in the ceiling gave off dim light.
Beneath them, hundreds of people filled the enormous space.
"I can't believe a place like this existed...."
Hong Man-gi was equally surprised.
On one side, rare monsters were trapped inside iron cages and traded illegally while roaring in fury.
On another, what looked like stolen Unique-grade weapons and armor gleamed beneath the dim lights.
Merchants shouted while selling forbidden alchemy materials and illegally copied skill books.
Rough voices haggled over prices.
Everywhere, eyes glittered with suspicion and greed.
This was a lawless world outside Association control.
A place where humanity's most primitive desires boiled freely beyond the boundaries of law.
"Why does nobody shut this place down?"
"Maybe because it's an underground economy or something?"
Lee Yu-han tightly grabbed Hong Man-gi's clothing.
The murderous atmosphere around them seemed to make it hard for him even to breathe.
Unlike a dungeon, this environment frightened him far more.
Almost every person passing by had a dangerous appearance.
Hong Man-gi, however, remained calm.
He leisurely scanned the surroundings.
"It's fine, Yu-han. Stay close to me."
Hong Man-gi reassured him and headed toward the deepest and darkest part of the market, the place Seokhyeoi-ham had described.
"Let's act as naturally as possible."
There, on an old carpet, someone had piled up junk, documents, and mysterious items.
The figure was wrapped from head to toe in black cloth like a crow.
This was the information broker of the market.
The Crow.
Hong Man-gi approached and quietly placed the Rusted Gear from Seokhyeoi-ham in front of him.
The Crow raised his head and looked over Hong Man-gi and Lee Yu-han.
"Guests sent by Seokhyeon, huh? He sent some pretty fresh-looking rookies."
Hong Man-gi flinched and shook his head.
"No. We have nothing to do with him."
"Nothing to do with him? Keh keh... relax. He won't suffer any consequences because of you."
The Crow's laugh sounded rough and scratched, almost like the cry of an actual crow.
Hong Man-gi changed the subject immediately.
"I'm looking for something."
"Keh keh... who comes to this market without looking for something? What do you want?"
"The Flame Lizard's Tear and the Little Giant's Breath."
The Crow immediately let out an unpleasant giggling laugh.
"Kikikiki... you've got courage. You're looking for those? Do you have several lives to spare?"
The Crow sneered.
"Those aren't items you can buy with money alone. The Association has designated them Level One controlled materials and is searching for them everywhere. Even if someone had them, the 'owner' wouldn't hand them over to just anyone."
"There's an owner?"
"Of course. Every rare item in this market has an owner. And every one of those owners is difficult, strange, and dangerous. The man who owns both items you're looking for is one of the most infamous people in this entire market."
The Crow leaned closer and lowered his voice.
"If you want those materials, you'll have to pass the trial set by their owner. A very dangerous trial. One that could cost your lives."
His unpleasant laughter echoed in their ears.
"I want to meet him."
The Crow abruptly stopped laughing.
His clear eyes studied Hong Man-gi again from behind the black cloth.
The young man had looked like a rookie, but apparently he had some courage.
"Kikiki... fine. Admirable courage. Customers are as precious as life itself, that's my belief. If you truly want it, connecting you isn't difficult."
He tilted his head.
"But are those really the only things you need? I can obtain far more than you imagine. You look like you have money. How about a Chimera Heart? It temporarily explodes your physical abilities. Or perhaps a Wraith Knight's Helmet? A very rare item that lets you command the grudges of the dead."
The Crow tempted him with other items in a sly, snake-like voice.
His eyes clearly said he wanted to empty Hong Man-gi's pockets.
However,
"I don't need them."
Hong Man-gi rejected him immediately.
"The only things I need are the Flame Lizard's Tear and the Little Giant's Breath. Nothing else."
The Crow clicked his tongue, apparently realizing further persuasion was useless.
"Fine, fine. I hate stubborn customers, but I do enjoy the smell of money. I'll tell you as a special service."
His voice grew even quieter, almost as if intended only for Hong Man-gi.
"The owner who possesses both things you're searching for is one of the oldest and most dangerous figures in this market. People down here call him the Gourmet. Others call him the Butcher."
The Crow chuckled.
"Nobody knows his real name, but there's another name people use. Belloc of Gluttony."
Belloc of Gluttony.






