Everyone knew the Black Market had a vast selection of goods.
While you couldn't say it had *everything*, it was rare not to find what you were looking for—unless, of course, it didn't exist in this world.
Jovitas claimed it could satisfy a customer's every need—for the right price.
The middle-aged man had tried it before, and the results had certainly been satisfactory. But the cost... it wasn't something an ordinary person could afford. The required payment in High-level Crystal Cores was measured by the bagful!
If someone else hadn't been footing the bill, a man like him—who poured everything he had into his experiments—could never, ever have afforded it.
Speaking of which, one of his other experiments was still missing an ingredient.
'If I could just get it from the Black Market, maybe... just maybe, that medicine could finally be a success!'
The middle-aged man was instantly conflicted.
But just then, a cold voice cut through his hesitation.
"She must not be released!"
