The Black Market III
Osho would be lying if he said he wasn't pleasantly surprised by how quickly he found a potential customer.
Moreover, the person was quite open-minded, which Osho attributed to their possible desperation.
Not that he was complaining.
"Step back a bit, please." Hearing this, Osho nodded and retreated a few steps.
A rift opened next to the man as he accessed his beast space, and then something emerged, and immediately it did so, Osho couldn't help but frown slightly.
The beast that emerged was an abnormally large octopus. Just by being there, it reached Osho's chest in height.
It was dark blue, similar to the color of the ocean. However, a glance was all he needed to tell that there was something seriously wrong with this beast.
The color on its body had faded, like the pigmentation had been washed off slightly. At first, he thought it was because it lacked hydration. But its skin was still slimy like an octopus fresh out of water.
