In the early morning, sunlight gently spilled over every corner of the city.
Kevin woke up in his hotel bed, stretched his body a little, completed his usual morning exercises, and headed downstairs.
He passed through the bustling streets, where the roadside stalls displayed a dazzling array of goods.
Kevin stopped at one stall and bought a local specialty for breakfast before heading straight to the city market.
The moment he entered the market, cries of vendors rang out endlessly.
"New clothes just arrived! All the latest styles, going cheap..."
"Fresh fish! Caught just last night..."
"Want some treasures? These are all antiques..."
Kevin wandered around the market and soon arrived at a shop.
"Yo, Kevin, back again." A tall, thin middle-aged man with dark skin greeted him with a smile. Kevin nodded and entered the shop.
The store was filled with all kinds of ritual implements—some made from various bones and teeth, some fashioned from dried internal organs, and others crafted from a mixture of gemstones and medicinal herbs.
The items inside were strange and bizarre. At first glance, it looked like a black wizard's shop.
But to Kevin, it was a treasure trove.
He came here from time to time, touching this and poking that, hoping to find something that caught his interest.
And oddly enough, he really did find something worthwhile sometimes, though that sense of longing was extremely faint.
As for where these materials came from, even the owner himself could not explain it. Who knew what animals they had been taken from?
"Nothing new today, huh?" Kevin said after making a round of the shop.
"Most of my stuff is old. How could I get new stock every day?" the owner replied from where he sat, rolling his eyes.
Kevin did not mind. After another