Goods Are Best [Scavenge]

[Tatsuma Kirihara]

These few days appeared to be fruity in the sense that Tatsuma could explore the outer circle without getting caught, and more importantly, without getting killed. He was still new and he had a lot to learn, but he started to get the gist of how to deal with his power and how to get stronger. Aside from getting strong, having some spare money and experience was on the top of his list. The darker lands were full of goods he couldn’t really use, but he heard he could offer it to someone near the border as a means of trade. As for what he got in exchange... he knew whatever it was, he would be happy with it. So far, he was happy with everything that happened here. Maybe beside the burn on his arm, but that was something he could deal with.

The only area he explored so far was the museum, so he had a few small statues and unused boxes with him. They were weird though, as much as he could tell. They probably absorbed the shadow infection and deformed themselves, but he couldn’t care less. He walked into the house and right up to the woman to get the goods appraised. He didn’t feel the need to talk. The woman knew what she was doing, and even without Tatsuma saying anything, things happened as they should.

[Erithania]

Behold!



Not enough for your doctor bills!

[Tatsuma Kirihara]

Tatsuma felt that he had ventured out into the Shadowlands enough for a while. The fact Behemoth was getting more and more edgy was maybe a sign that he should keep away from the outer circle for a few days, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t at least visit the strange woman in the gap. Battle after battle he was fighting almost non-stop, sometimes out of his own volition, sometimes following a rumor of a bigger enemy, sometimes on a mission. The strange thing is that he wasn’t tired. Quite the opposite, Behemoth wanted more, but if Tatsuma wanted to preserve his sanity, he had to stick to the lighter world instead.

He went to the house just outside the terminal and went right up to the woman to drop whatever junks and weird objects he had gathered in the executive building. That phone shadow even left behind a broken cell phone, it was at least worth something. He had nothing to bring back from the sewers, but he figured no one would smell whatever he would have brought from there. But then again, he mused, maybe that was someone’s fetish. Weird people did exist in the end.

[Kitten4u]

Nom nom nom



I guess you can have some cash for this tasty junk