Ace arrived at the Immortal Market once again.
No matter how many times he came here, it was always a novel experience.
He turned his head slightly, eyes flickering with curiosity.
*Would this be how VR games developed if I were still alive in my old world?*
The thought lingered for a moment before fading, drowned out by the ever-present noise of the market.
As expected, the air was filled with loud shouts—merchants advertising their wares, customers haggling, the occasional burst of laughter or heated argument.
This place was chaos. But it was a structured kind of chaos.
And at its heart, it was exactly what its name suggested—a market.
Ace navigated through the bustling streets with ease. The sights, the smells, the sheer energy of it all—it was overwhelming to some, but to him, it was just another day.
It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for.
A large wooden stall stood at the far end of the market, distinct from the others.
