Getting myself a slave [3]

Slaves.

A lot of them.

Mana cores.

Everywhere.

And then…

Necrotox.

Wait.

Could this be where that bitch got it?

I let my gaze drift. Chains rattled against the stone floor as a hooded figure yanked a collar, dragging a half-conscious lady to her feet. She barely reacted. Her eyes unfocused, her movements sluggish, as if the concept of resistance had long since been burned out of her.

Not my problem.

I exhaled, forcing my focus away. I wasn't here for this.

"Been staring at it for a while… How about it?"

A voice cut through my thoughts, dragging me back to the present.

I shifted my gaze. A man sat behind a stall, half his face obscured by a faded scarf, his expression unreadable. He gestured toward something on the display.

A mana core.

"What's it?" I asked.

"A Tier 7 evolved beast's core," the man said, his voice carrying the weight of something valuable.