The mont the Eden Alchemy Trove’s hall fell into horrified silence, across the Black Hermit Market, the exact sa nightmare was unfolding.
Like the Abyssal Armory of Obsidian Claws within the Black Hermit Market, another renewal shop, famous for its excellent Abyssal Weapons.
At this mont, deep inside its blackstone vaults, the Overseer, a towering obsidian-horned demon with four arms, stared blankly at the emptiness before him.
Just monts ago, he had opened the vault to check on the newly arrived batch of weapons so he could make so profit by selling them to forces or adventurers once this martial law was lifted.
However, instead of rows of weapons...
"...empty...!??" His voice broke before the next mont...
"EMPTY!?!?" His roar shook the entire armory.
Weapons, armor, equipnt...all gone, and the only thing left lay mockingly atop the pedestal.
It was a pentagon coin with a slender cat coiled its tail around a coin, and on the other, the sa cursed na that was going to give the Eden Alchemy Trove nightmares...
"Unlucky Boss?!"
The Overseer’s eyelid twitched violently.
"...I... I will kill soone... anyone..." He trembled, clutching his balding head, and his four arms shook with the sa despair as the Alchemy Guardian.
"WHO THE HELL IS THIS UNLUCKY BOSS!?!?"
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In another luxurious shop called the Nightshade Potion Pavilion, a refined-looking dark-skinned midget with thirteen floating eyes almost fainted.
Her vault, protected by seven layers of formation arrays, had been opened like cheap tofu.
As for her treasured poisons? They were all gone without even a drop left behind. Her precious nightshade recipes were also gone!
Finally, her private wine collection, aged 5,000 years, wasn’t left behind, despite being stored separately in a hidden compartnt of the treasury.
However, the truly damning thing about all this was that the bastard who emptied her treasury dared to leave behind their na, and proof of it was a single coin that glittered mockingly under her trembling fingers.
She read the carved na again and again, her voice cracking with disbelief and utter hatred.
"Un... lucky... Boss...? Why... why leave a na!? If you’re going to rob , at least have the decency to be anonymous! Who leaves a calling card!?" She scread into the empty vault as one of her floating eyes rolled back and fainted.
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The Abyssal Beast Tar Consortium was an Abyssal Beast Tar who oversaw one of the largest abyssal beast egg repositories. He fell onto his backside, pupils shrinking to pinpoints.
The cages were empty, every egg, every beast, and even the cursed ones were gone, and the most horrifying thing about it was that the beasts themselves didn’t even struggle or make any sound, and there wasn’t a scratch on the cages.
Although the Abyssal Beast Tar profession wasn’t on the rise within the Abyss of Wandering Souls since Abyssal Beings like to rely on their personal power rather than mindless Abyssal Beasts, they still use them as convenient mounts.
Furthermore, those Abyssal Beasts that can be tad weren’t ordinary and very rare; that’s why they were sold at sky-high prices, especially if a beast had a high-grade bloodline.
Not to ntion the Abyssal Beasts with bloodlines on the level of Abyssal Demons, Abyssal Devils, or Abyssal Fiends couldn’t be sold openly because they were extrely powerful and had their own region guarded by an Abyssal King Realm Abyssal Beast!
That’s why when the Abyssal Beast Tar saw the emptied inventory, he was pale with hysteria, not to ntion utterly baffled, because he had never heard of anyone stealing Abyssal Beasts.
Granted, if his shop has so rare Abyssal Beast, then it could all make sense, or if he had sneakily captured one of those rare Abyssal Bloodline Abyssal Beasts and then been raided by their backers, he would still gladly accept this outco.
But the thing was, he hadn’t done any of those things, and he paled further when he saw ’it’. It’s the sa coin, the sa na, and the sa cat.
His lips trembled, "T-This... this thief even took the Inescapable Doom Serpent Egg! That thing eats emotions! How did he even TOUCH IT!?"
He felt tears in his eyes, "No... no... the Vice President is going to stuff inside his beast stomach...!"
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Just like that, similar events took place in many wealthy shops, and the Black Hermit Market Descends into Chaos.
Within minutes, panic detonated across the entire market when the news spread, and without any exception, every shop slamd their vault doors open with the hope of not seeing that nightmarish coin there.
Although not all the treasury vaults were emptied to their owners’ relief, so vaults do turn up empty, making the guards scream, and many overseers fainted or coughed up blood in anger.
So rchants cursed their ancestors, and several demons kneeled and began praying to whatever god listened to thieves.
Another comical thing was that the usually arrogant and mighty major shops scread the exact three words...
"WE’RE ROBBED!!!"
Every vault had the sa coin, the sa cat, and the sa na, ’UNLUCKY BOSS’, that spread like wildfire within the Black Hermit Market and then spread beyond, mainly because of the chaos in the Black Hermit Mines.
So began shouting the na like a curse, while others like a threat, and so like a prayer.
But in the end, everyone rembered this na, and soon the dormant city began to bustle...
"Unlucky Boss..."
"Unlucky Boss!?"
"Who is this Unlucky Boss!?"
"WHAT KIND OF DEMON SPAWN LEAVES A SIGNATURE!?"
"Could it be E.V.A?!"
So swore it was the return of the Evil Venerable Angel, and others thought it was a new rising thief who had figured out the E.V.A’s ways.
But whatever the rumors, the market was in absolute pandemonium.
Dozens of Abyssal Lords tore through the streets, searching for invisible thieves.
Formations triggered randomly, the sky dimd from the sheer number of aura flares, and demons were crying, screaming, threatening, lanting, accusing...a total marketplace ltdown.
Inevitably...the chaos reached the Black Hermit Lord Castle!
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