Riku's footsteps echoed through the abandoned subway tunnel, each sound amplified in the eerie silence. The weight of his backpack, loaded with Ancient Arbor wood and a massive crystal, pressed down on his shoulders. He tried to steady his breathing, but his heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement.
The air grew thick and musty as he ventured deeper. Riku's eyes strained in the dim light, searching for any sign of the entrance he'd heard about online. Graffiti covered the walls, some faintly glowing with traces of mana.
A skittering sound made him jump. Riku whirled around, half-expecting a Fiend in the shadows. But it was just a rat, scurrying into a crack. He let out a shaky breath, trying to calm his nerves.
"Get it together," Riku muttered. "You've faced worse."
He pressed on, following the curve of the tunnel. The darkness seemed to press in from all sides. Riku fumbled for his phone, using its weak light to guide his way. He'd heard technology often malfunctioned near black market entrances.
After what felt like hours, Riku came to a fork. He hesitated, trying to recall the vague directions. Left or right? The wrong choice could leave him wandering for days.
A faint breeze touched his face, coming from the left. Riku decided to trust his instincts and turned that way. The air grew cooler, carrying unfamiliar scents.
Suddenly, Riku's foot caught on something. He stumbled, barely catching himself. Looking down, he saw a discarded artifact, its metal casing cracked and dark. A good sign, maybe? Abandoned tech often meant he was on the right track.
Riku's legs ached from the long trek, but anticipation kept him moving forward. The tunnel began to slope downward, and he couldn't help but notice the walls were smoother, somehow different. Was that a faint hum in the air?
As he rounded another corner, Riku froze. There, at the end of the passage, shimmered a curtain of energy. Brilliant purple arcs of mana crackled across its surface. This had to be it – the entrance to the Nexus.
Taking a deep breath, Riku approached the barrier. He reached out a tentative hand, half-expecting to be zapped, but his fingers passed through with only a slight tingle. Gathering his courage, he stepped through.
The world shifted, assaulting Riku's senses. Neon lights blazed all around, bathing everything in a surreal glow. The air was thick with the buzz of conversation and the acrid smell of mana-tech.
Riku's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. Stalls and shops stretched as far as he could see, crammed into what must have once been a massive subway station. People of all sorts bustled about – rough-looking Hunters, shadowy figures in hoods, even a few that didn't look entirely human.
This was it. The Nexus. The black market he'd only heard whispered rumors about. Riku swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of how out of place he must look. But there was no turning back now. Squaring his shoulders, he took his first steps into the hidden underworld of the city.
...
Riku's heart pounded as he stepped deeper into the Nexus, the labyrinthine black market beneath the city. The heavy cloak he wore felt stifling, but he knew it was necessary to conceal his identity. Underneath the plain fabric, he wore the powerful Gaio armor, its fiendish mana thrumming with barely contained power.
Riku focused intently on suppressing the potent energies, praying they wouldn't leak out and draw unwanted attention from the Nexus's shadowy denizens. This was a dangerous place, a maze of illicit dealings and unspeakable horrors. One wrong move could cost him dearly, even with the Gaio's formidable abilities at his command.
With each step, Riku's senses were assaulted by the sights and sounds of the black market – the flickering mana-powered neon signs, the whispered exchanges, the occasional muffled scream. He steeled himself, reminding his anxious heart that he was here on a mission, not to get swept up in the Nexus's lawless currents.
Gripping the edge of his cloak, Riku pressed onward, determined to navigate this perilous labyrinth and emerge unscathed. The Gaio's power was a double-edged sword, and he knew he would need to wield it with utmost care if he hoped to survive the Nexus's dangers.
The market sprawled before him, a dizzying array of sights and sounds. Stalls overflowed with artifacts and Fiend parts, things Riku had only dreamed of seeing. He kept his head down, his voice distorted by the armor as he muttered a quiet "Excuse me" to those he bumped into.
A nearby vendor called out, "Fresh Mana Crystals! Straight from the Whispering Caves!" Riku's head snapped up before he could stop himself. Those were the very crystals he'd come to sell. He hesitated, torn between approaching and maintaining his anonymity.
Curiosity won out. Riku shuffled closer to the stall, careful to keep his face hidden in the shadow of his hood. The vendor, a grizzled man with a cybernetic eye, grinned at him.
"See something you like, stranger?" the man asked, his voice gravelly.
Riku cleared his throat, still startled by how different he sounded. "Just looking," he managed. "Those crystals... how much?"
The vendor's eye whirred as it focused on Riku. "Depends on the quality. These beauties? Five grand each, easy."
Riku's stomach lurched. Five thousand dollars? For a single crystal? He had a whole bag full of the things. Suddenly, the weight of his backpack felt a lot more significant.
"Interested in selling?" the vendor asked, leaning forward. "I'm always looking for new suppliers."
Riku tensed. This was his chance, but something felt off. The vendor's gaze was too keen, too hungry. He shook his head. "No, just curious. Thanks."
As Riku turned to leave, a commotion erupted nearby. Shouts and the sound of breaking glass cut through the market's din. He spun around, his instincts on high alert.
A group of rough-looking men surrounded a smaller figure. Riku caught a glimpse of pointed ears and realized it was some kind of wolf hybrid. The men jeered, shoving the creature between them.
The hybrid's eyes darted back and forth, searching for an escape, but the men had it cornered. They laughed, taunting the poor creature, taking pleasure in its fear. Riku felt a pang of sympathy, remembering the prejudice and hostility half-breeds often faced in this world.
The half-breeds were a relatively recent development in their changed world. When the Hollows first appeared ten decades ago, the boundaries between humans and Fiends seemed absolute. But over time, rumors began to emerge of children born with mixed blood. The offspring of humans and Fiends were met with shock, then fear, and eventually hostility.
Most societies shunned the hybrids, leaving them to scrape by on the fringes or turn to the shadows for survival. Here in the Nexus, they occupied a precarious place - valued for their unique abilities, but despised for their very existence.
Riku clenched his fists as the jeering men pushed the young wolf hybrid back and forth. He knew he should keep his head down. Getting involved would only draw the kind of attention he wanted to avoid. But the hybrid looked so small and afraid, ears flat against his head. Something protective stirred in Riku's chest.
Before he could think better of it, Riku found himself striding towards the group. He didn't have a plan. All he knew was that he couldn't stand by and do nothing. Not when he now had the power to help.
Riku drew himself up to his full height as he approached, relying on the Gaio armor to make him look bigger and more intimidating. "That's enough," he growled, the voice modulator adding an ominous edge.
The men turned, glaring at the newcomer. "Back off, this doesn't concern you," one spat.
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Riku stood his ground. "I said, that's enough. Let him go."
The largest man stepped towards Riku, hand drifting toward the artifact blade at his hip. "Looks like we got a hero. You don't want to mess with us."
Riku's heart pounded, but he refused to let his fear show. He curled his fists, feeling the power thrumming within. Deep down, some primal part of him welcomed the confrontation - a chance to finally use this strength for good.
"Try me," Riku rumbled, drawing on the well of fiendish mana and letting it crackle warningly along his arms.
The men hesitated, eyeing Riku warily. After a tense moment, their leader scoffed. "Whatever, not worth the hassle." He shot Riku a venomous glare. "Watch yourself, hero. Next time you might not be so lucky."
With that, the group stalked off, leaving Riku and the young hybrid alone in the busy market. Riku let out a shaky breath and turned to the hybrid. "You alright?" he asked gently.
The hybrid nodded, their large eyes wary. "Thank you," they said softly. "But you shouldn't have done that. They'll remember you now."
Riku's stomach twisted. He hadn't considered that. "It was the right thing to do," he said, as much to convince himself as anything.
The hybrid tilted their head, studying Riku. "You're new here, aren't you?" they asked. "Word of advice: in the Nexus, the right thing can get you killed."
With that, the hybrid melted into the crowd, leaving Riku alone with his thoughts. He looked around, suddenly hyper-aware of the eyes on him. The cloak felt like flimsy protection now.
Riku took a deep breath, trying to center himself. He'd come here with a purpose. He couldn't let one incident derail everything. Squaring his shoulders, he moved deeper into the market, determined to find a buyer he could trust.
...
Riku's heart pounded as he wove through the bustling market, acutely aware of the eyes that followed his every move. The confrontation with the thugs had left him shaken, but he couldn't afford to dwell on it - he had a job to do.
Keeping his head low, Riku approached a nearby stall. The vendor, a woman adorned with intricate cybernetic implants, eyed him warily.
"Excuse me," Riku said, his voice sounding strange and muffled through the armor's modulator. "I'm looking for a place to sell some... rare materials. Somewhere trustworthy."
The woman's eyes narrowed. "New around here, huh?" She leaned in close, lowering her voice. "If you want reliable and discreet, you want the Twilight Bazaar. Head deeper in, look for the purple lanterns."
Riku nodded his thanks and moved on, asking a few more vendors. Each time, he received the same advice - the Twilight Bazaar seemed to be the name on everyone's lips.
Riku made his way deeper into the Nexus, following the directions he had gathered. The further he went, the more the atmosphere changed. The chaotic energy of the outer market gave way to a more refined, almost elegant air. Soft purple lanterns cast a gentle glow over the path.
Soon, Riku found himself in what could only be the Twilight Bazaar. The stalls here were sturdy, permanent structures, their wares displayed with care behind gleaming forcefield barriers. The crowds were thinner, but those who browsed carried themselves with an air of importance.
Amidst it all, one building stood out. Unlike the ornate stalls surrounding it, this structure was simple, almost austere. Its clean lines and muted colors seemed to repel attention rather than draw it. Riku knew instinctively that this was where he needed to go.
Taking a deep breath, Riku approached the building. As he neared the entrance, he half-expected to be stopped by some unseen security. But nothing happened. The door slid open silently, inviting him in.
Riku stepped inside, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the dimmer light. The interior was as understated as the exterior, all clean lines and muted colors. It felt more like stepping into an upscale office than a black market trading post.
"Welcome, young man," a voice called out.
Riku turned to see a dignified-looking old man with a neatly trimmed mustache approaching. Despite his advanced age, the man moved with a grace that spoke of hidden strength. His sharp, clear eyes seemed to look right through Riku's disguise.
"I am Hiroshi," the old man said, bowing slightly. "What brings you to our humble establishment?"
Riku swallowed hard, suddenly unsure of himself. This was it. The moment of truth. He straightened his back, trying to project a confidence he didn't feel.
"I... I have some materials to sell," Riku said, wincing at how young and inexperienced he sounded. "Rare ones. I was told this was the place to come."
Hiroshi's eyebrow raised slightly, a flicker of interest crossing his face. "Indeed? And what sort of materials might these be?"
Riku's heart pounded as he reached into his bag, acutely aware of Hiroshi's keen gaze upon him. He pulled out a chunk of the Ancient Arbor's wood, its surface still faintly glowing with residual mana. The weight of it in his hand reminded him of the fierce battle he'd fought to obtain it.
"This," Riku said, his voice coming out harsher than he intended through the armor's modulator, "is genuine Ancient Arbor wood. Fresh from an E-rank Hollow."
He placed the wood on the counter between them with a satisfying thunk. Hiroshi's eyes widened slightly, the only sign of surprise on his otherwise impassive face.
"And that's not all," Riku continued, emboldened by the old man's reaction. He reached back into his bag, fingers closing around the smooth surface of the mana crystal. As he pulled it out, the crystal's glow intensified, bathing the room in an ethereal light.
"An Ancient Arbor crystal," Riku declared, setting it next to the wood. "I'd wager you don't see many of these come through here."
Riku's bravado was mostly an act, a thin veneer over his growing anxiety. But he pressed on, channeling the confidence he wished he felt. "So, what do you think? Interested in making a deal?"
Hiroshi's eyes narrowed, flicking between the materials and Riku's concealed face. "Interesting indeed," he murmured. Carefully, he picked up the wood, turning it over in his hands. His fingers traced the intricate patterns on its surface, lingering over the areas where mana still pulsed faintly. Next, he lifted the crystal, holding it up to the light. The crystal's glow seemed to intensify under his scrutiny.
Riku's bravado was mostly an act, a thin veneer over his growing anxiety. But he pressed on, channeling the confidence he wished he felt. "So, what do you think? Interested in making a deal?"
Hiroshi's eyes narrowed as he flicked his gaze between the materials and Riku's concealed face. "Interesting indeed," he murmured. Carefully, he picked up the wood, turning it over in his hands. His weathered fingers traced the intricate patterns on its surface, lingering over the areas where mana still pulsed faintly. Next, he lifted the crystal, holding it up to the light. The crystal's glow seemed to intensify under his scrutiny.
"Remarkable," Hiroshi said softly. "The resonance is unlike anything I've seen before. This crystal... it's far more potent than a typical E-rank specimen."
Riku felt a surge of pride, quickly tempered by caution. He hadn't realized just how rare his find might be. "Well," he said, trying to sound nonchalant, "I suppose that makes it even more valuable, doesn't it?"
Hiroshi set the crystal down, his piercing gaze returning to Riku. "Indeed it does. Though I must admit, I find myself curious. It's not often we see materials of this quality. Very well. I believe we can do business. But first, I'd like to examine the rest of your haul, if you don't mind."
Riku hesitated, then nodded. He emptied the contents of his bag onto the counter, revealing several more chunks of wood and a handful of smaller crystals. As Hiroshi began his inspection, Riku watched nervously, trying to gauge the old man's reactions.
Hiroshi finished his inspection, his weathered hands carefully setting aside the last crystal. He looked up at Riku, a glimmer of respect in his eyes. "Young man, you've brought us quite a treasure. The Ancient Arbor materials alone are exceptional, but these crystals... they're truly remarkable."
Riku's heart pounded beneath the Gaio armor. He tried to keep his voice steady as he asked, "So, what's it all worth?"
Hiroshi stroked his mustache, considering. "For the entire lot, I can offer you $65,000. That's a fair price, considering the rarity and quality of these items."
Riku felt a surge of disbelief wash over him. Sixty-five thousand dollars? It was a sum beyond his wildest dreams. The young hunter struggled to contain his shock, his mind racing with the implications of such wealth.
"That's... that's acceptable," Riku managed, his voice betraying a hint of his inner turmoil.
Hiroshi nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Excellent. I'll have the funds transferred to you immediately. Do you have a preferred method?"
Riku hesitated, realizing he hadn't considered how to receive such a substantial payment. "Um, cash would be best," he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt.
"Of course," Hiroshi replied smoothly. He turned to a nearby terminal, his fingers dancing across the holographic interface. "It'll just take a moment to process."
As Hiroshi worked, Riku's nervousness began to mount. The weight of what he'd just done – selling rare materials on the black market – hit him full force. He glanced around, suddenly feeling exposed despite his disguise. He needed to get out of here, fast.
An idea struck him. "Actually," Riku said, his words coming out in a rush, "do you have any storage rings? You know, with sub-space?"
Hiroshi looked up from the terminal, his eyebrow raised. "Indeed we do. Interested in making a purchase?"
Riku nodded eagerly. "Yes. Something discreet, but high capacity."
"I believe we have just the thing," Hiroshi said. He moved to a nearby display case, retrieving a simple silver band. "This ring can store up to 100 cubic feet of material. It's enchanted to be undetectable by standard scans."
Riku's eyes widened behind his helmet. It was perfect. "How much?"
"For you? Let's say $10,000. I'll deduct it from your payment."
"Deal," Riku said without hesitation. The idea of carrying around that much cash made him nervous. This way, he could keep most of it safely stored until he needed it.
Hiroshi nodded, returning to the terminal to adjust the transaction. A moment later, he handed Riku the ring and a small, nondescript bag. "Here you are. $55,000 in untraceable credits, and your new storage ring. Would you like a demonstration of its use?"
Riku shook his head, already slipping the ring onto his finger. "No, thank you. I can figure it out." He was eager to leave, to get somewhere safe where he could process everything that had just happened.
"Very well," Hiroshi said, bowing slightly. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, young Hunter. I hope we'll see you again soon."
"Yeah, thanks," Riku muttered, barely remembering his manners as he turned to leave. He clutched the bag of credits tightly, his mind racing. He had done it. He had successfully sold his haul and come away with more money than he'd ever dreamed of. But now, all he wanted was to get out of the Nexus and back to the safety of his room.
As Riku stepped out of the Twilight Bazaar, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He had what he came for. Now, he just needed to make it out of here without drawing any more attention to himself.