a week after his escape, he reached a large field, filled with food stalls with many kinds of ingredients being sold. And there were thousands of people here, either selling those ingredients to those stalls, or buying them from those stalls. There was lots of noise, many people talking loud to be able to hear one another over the voices of the others. He had heard of this place in his studies; the world market. He set foot on it and started walking. He drew some attention, but not too much.
In the week that he had walked here, he had hunted each day. Though most of those creatures had been capture levels 4 and 6, none having a level of 18 like the Brinson. Though one had a level of 10. and in all of those fights he had been conscious and remembered everything that had happened and everything that he had done. And fighting those level 4 and 6 creatures had been difficult enough. Fighting against that level 10 creature had nearly cost him his life. But the way he saw it; he could barely