Levelling Up The Weakest System

The Black Market

The graveyard had been warm, just like the rest of the city.

The interior of the mausoleum was decidedly not warm at all.

The air was cold and damp and seemed to cling to every inch of Alexei’s skin.

He was nervous for a moment that the cloyingly cold humidity might cause his remaining explosive to misfire, but fortunately, the ceramic container was sealed well enough that no water was able to penetrate.

As he found a flight of stairs that seemed to lead down into the depths of the Earth, lit only by sparsely located flickering torches, Alexei couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched.

In fact, he was almost sure that he saw the skulls that lined the walls of the mausoleum turn very slightly to follow his movements as he began to make his way down the stairs.

He swallowed thickly, his mouth dry, and decided to ignore the potentially necromantic goings on around him.

He was entering a location called the black market, after all, he had to expect that there would be