Weapon seller in the world of magic

Floor Two.

As the great bronze door creaked open with a low rumble, Mark instinctively reached up to adjust his breathing mask. The moment the seal broke, a wave of air flooded out, hot, metallic, and wet with the thick scent of blood.

Mark stepped inside.

And froze.

What greeted him was not a room. It was a slaughterhouse.

A vast chamber that stretched like a basin carved into the mountains of hell. Blood pooled across every slope, every crack in the obsidian floor, seeping into trenches where bones had piled up like discarded logs.

The walls were lined with deep claw marks, some etched with fire, others with acid, others clearly made by creatures with raw brute force.

Thousands of corpses littered the space.

Some massive, some small. But nearly all of them shared common features, fangs, claws, and fur. Canine Beast types.

A few had vaguely wolf-like features, others resembled foxes or jackals, and some Mark doesn't know what to make of. One thing that surprised him the most was that there were dozens of 12-circle monsters around. He swore that he could find a 13-circle one if he searched more carefully.

Here and there, dragon corpses rested with scales like fallen armor and horns scorched to stubs. A few looked like juvenile limbless dragons with long whiskers, their eyes still open in frozen rage.

Mark couldn't help but still frown as he could only find carcasses and nothing else. "I thought this floor was a Vault. No treasures, no rare materials or weapons, or artifacts. Nothing here apart from beasts. I certainly have no use for this lot… Suppose I could sell them but still…"

After walking for a while, he stopped and turned around to return to the exit.

But then on this return, His boots accidentally splashed in the shallow blood pooled under a massive black wolf, larger than a house. Half of its fur was burned, the rest clinging to scorched skin.

A notification chime suddenly filled his head.

*Ding! Core density consistent with 13-circle realm. Recommend extraction.

Mark shut his eyes for a moment. "Nah, leave it. It won't go anywhere, anyway."

A while later;

Third Floor – Beast Chaining Prison.

The iron-bound doors groaned as they opened.

A freezing gust washed over Mark the moment he stepped in. The air was thinly laced with traces of soul-suppressing energy. It wasn't a grand chamber like the first two levels. It was a cavern. Dim. Hollow. Bare. No structures. No torches. Just permafrost clinging to every stone surface.

And at the center, he saw a monster.

A colossal white beast, chained by limbs. Glacial fur, as soft-looking as snowflakes, shimmered with unnatural sheen, and blood-red runes wrapped tightly around each paw. The Snow Wolf King lay coiled like a mountain range, easily a hundred feet tall, his head resting between his paws.

But when Mark entered, the beast opened its eyes. "A Primate? Who are you? Did you escape the imprisonment down there somehow?"

Mark didn't respond immediately. He raised a hand instead. "Activate, Eyes of God."

Unnamed

Species: Snow Wolf King

Grade: Ancient

Age: 394,881 Earth Years.

Rank: peak-13-circle

Attribute: Ice

*Ding! Compatible with Host's Blizzard Pegasus' bloodline. Suitable for a contract.

Mark narrowed his eyes. "A contract?"

"I asked Who are you, primate?" As the Snow Wolf King was slightly irritated, visibly, Mark stared at the beast and said plainly. "I killed the White Lion King. This pagoda is mine now. That makes you, my prisoner."

The beast's ears flicked slightly.

Then, it snorted. Followed by a low, rumbling chuckle that echoed like thunder trapped in ice. "You? You, a mere Transcendent? Don't joke with me, Primate. The White Lion King was a 2nd Stage Transcendent. If it is your master or whoever is backing you were who killed him, just admit it. Don't boast around."

Mark didn't rise to the bait. Instead, he calmly walked forward a few more steps, unbothered by the snow crunching beneath his boots.

"That's not your concern," he said flatly. "What my concern is knowing who I'm dealing with."

He gestured to the freezing walls, where remnants of spirit seals pulsed slowly. "You're not just any beast. You're the only one locked up here. Which means you're important. So, tell me your story, O Great Wolf."

"If I'm satisfied," Mark said, pausing, "I might even let you go."

The beast stared at him for a long time. Then, unexpectedly, it sighed. "I am the King of Frostfang Howl, one of the Seven Great Canine Thrones. My kingdom stood at the western edge of the Canine Empire until the White Lion King and his elite fleet razed it to ash."

Mark remained silent. "He destroyed my brothers, my children, my brethren. Killed my Empress before my eyes. Everyone in my domain ended up dying to his sword, except for me. Because I was useful."

Mark's eyes sharpened. "Useful how?"

The Snow Wolf King lifted his gaze, eyes like molten ruby against the frozen world. "White Lion King might look like a loyal feline general, but he is a misogynist. Even in his feline empire, he always thinks that the female species is not fit to rule, regardless of their strength. He dreamed of overthrowing the Demon Cat Empress. But he lacked the power and support to do that. So, he chased after the legend of Sun Wukong, the Monkey King."

"He believed that by gathering Sun Wukong's lost divine relics—Ruyi Jingu Bang, Jin Dou Yun, and the Gourd of Sealing—he could challenge the Demon Cat Empress. After all, the legends say that each of the Monkey Demon King's weapons is a celestial treasure, but when one possesses three of them, they get the power to challenge even the Jade Emperor."

Mark's eyes flickered.

"Those things exist?"

"Scattered. Lost. Some say sealed in different planes. Others believe they were split and embedded into the bloodlines of lesser beasts to protect them.

The White Lion King believed I knew where the Jin Dou Yun was."

"Do you?" Mark asked simply.

"Of course, I know," the wolf said after a pause. "Our Snow Wolf Clan has been given the responsibility to guard the Jin Dou Yun. He locked me here, hoping to breed that knowledge out of me."

Mark's expression didn't shift as he asked. "Where is it?"

The Snow Wolf King narrowed his eyes. He gave a malicious grin. "After being tortured for years, I didn't even give a single hint to my oppressor. What makes you think that I will submit the truth to you?" The beast's scarlet eyes gleamed with contempt and exhaustion, its paws twitching slightly against the invisible restraints that pinned it.

Mark didn't answer right away. He simply folded his arms and watched the beast, eyes unreadable, voice steady as water. "He killed your people. Captured you. Took everything. I didn't do any of that. We have no enmity between us. So, I don't see any reason. Are you that loyal to the one who gave you the weapons or something?"

Kael'Thar chuckled bitterly, a low rumble rolling from his throat. "Alright, I'll tell you, but you have to let me go first."

Mark scoffed. "Oh, please, don't try to fool a human with your pitiful intelligence, wolf. Don't you know that humans are the most intelligent mortal species in the universe?"