In front of Clayton lay a pile of women's clothing and undergarments—ranging in styles, all of them indecent. The moment he pulled them out, a foul odor filled the air, accompanied by sticky white stains.
Clayton recoiled in disgust, nausea rising in his throat as if his entire stomach was about to empty itself. He hastily shoved everything back into the spatial pouch. Only once the items disappeared from view did he finally exhale in relief.
"Disgusting! Those guys were seriously messed up," he muttered, visibly disturbed.
He had hoped to profit from looting the bandits' belongings. Instead, it felt like he'd opened some kind of biological hazard.
Clayton took a moment to compose himself before moving on to the next pouch.
He opened six spatial pouches in total, but each one was just as disappointing. After sorting through eight altogether, he'd only collected around 500 low-grade mana crystals—far less than he'd hoped for.
