Heavenly Restriction User of the Gojo Clan: I Refuse to Be Cut in Half

The elevator was stuffy, filled with a dense, stale mix of cigarette smoke and faint whiffs of blood and decay lingering in the corners.

The combination of odors made Jogo frown in clear disgust. "This is why I hate some humans."

Ding—

The elevator door slid open.

Instantly, a wave of heat surged in alongside the noisy buzz of activity.

Looking ahead, an expansive underground market spread out before him.

All around, vendors sat quietly beside gray cloths laid on the floor. Spread across them were various Cursed Tools and Cursed Objects.

No one shouted. They simply waited, watching.

"Tch." Jogo clicked his tongue.

Even with this eerie silence, he knew these vendors would raise their prices without hesitation.

And frankly, their wares weren’t worth considering. Low-grade junk. Nothing he needed.