"Is something the matter?" Michael couldn't help but ask as he finished listing the names of the materials he had.
The middle-aged man behind the counter chuckled awkwardly.
"No, nothing's wrong. It's just... I don't recognize any of the names you just mentioned."
Michael's face fell, and a flicker of anxiety surged through him.
Does this mean I won't be able to sell these materials here? he thought nervously.
He wasn't worried about their value—how could materials used to construct monsters capable of going head-to-head with extraordinary-ranked creatures be worthless?
That was impossible.
But the thought of not being able to sell them in this city was troubling.
It makes sense, though, Michael reasoned.
The Super Association branch here wasn't exactly a hub of resources.
