"Freshly slaughtered Level Two Iron-Backed Boar! The ribs are the tenderest part, packed with Spiritual Power."
"Take some home and stew it for the kids. Their strength will grow in a month, guaranteed! Come take a look, it's fresh!"
A burly stall owner with a face full of flesh waved a huge rack of ribs still dripping with blood, shouting his wares at the top of his lungs.
Quite a crowd had already gathered before his stall. Housewives carefully inspected the meat, tough-looking men weighed the prices and portions of different cuts, and restaurant buyers haggled over bulk purchases.
Beside him was a stall selling Mutant Bison meat. Its owner was a taciturn middle-aged man, but his knife skills were superb. He was slicing deep-red beef tenderloin, as jewel-like as rubies and marbled with snowy streaks, into even thin pieces. A sign stood beside him:
"Mutant Savage Bull meat, rich in blood energy—the top choice for martial artists looking to strengthen their sinews and bones."
The price was steep, but plenty of people still showed interest. Most were men and women with fierce auras who had clearly Awakened body-enhancement Superpowers.
Farther away were stalls selling Mutant Creature hides, bones, tendons, and even certain special body parts.
These materials were the basic ingredients for making armor, weapons, and medicine, and they drew plenty of attention as well.
The crowd flowed endlessly, shoulder to shoulder.
Shouts of vendors, haggling, chopping, and the roar of heavy vehicles passing by all mixed together, noisy yet full of life.
There was little numbness or fear of the changing times on people's faces. Instead, there was the focus of people making a living, along with joy and anticipation for the harvest.
Children chased and played between the stalls, seemingly long accustomed to the smell of blood