Step, step, step...
Gray walked forward without slowing down, not even trying to hide his face. The heavy air, the dirty deals, the cruel sights around him… none of it bothered him.
He glanced from stall to stall, studying the goods with a cold, practiced eye.
He didn't care if an item was forbidden, cursed, or illegal.
If it helped him grow stronger, it was worth taking. His morals were already dark enough that nothing here could shake him.
'…Aphrodisiacs, huh,' he thought as he spotted a colorful set of bottles at his left.
'Could be useful in some strange situations. But poison is what I really want, as there is one technique that I can cultivate with the use of poison.'
He kept looking, checking bottles, powders, strange bags of dust… but none of them were deadly enough.
Everything he found was weak, cheap, or diluted.
Not worth using or even taking a look at.
Then, after another few steps, he noticed a small building with a sign above the door:
