I followed the scent of bloodlust.
The PK King and his Executioners moved deeper into the market—but not aimlessly.
They weren't here to buy.
They were heading toward the Underground Exchange—a black-tier trading hub known only to high-profile Vassals, banned items collectors, and… murderers.
I kept my distance, ducking behind rune-pillars and cloak-weaved stalls. The crowd thinned as we entered the restricted wing of the market, but I moved like a ghost.
Then I saw them stop.
The PK King approached a hooded man behind a sealed counter. A brief exchange. The vendor pulled a black briefcase from below the table and opened it just slightly. I couldn't see what was inside, but whatever it was made the PK King grin in a way that made my blood simmer.
He handed over a data shard—a black-market currency encrypted with Rift-cleared kills.
"I want it ready before the 10th floor opens," the PK King said casually.
"No mistakes this time."
