Clang.
A damp smell mixed with the unique metallic tang from iron filled the air.
There was a small window, but not a single ray of light came through.
Only a tiny lamp stuck to the wall was illuminating the surroundings.
This situation felt somehow familiar.
In this subtly familiar circumstance, I couldn’t help but let out a hollow chuckle.
Crack-
When I lifted my hand and moved it slightly, I felt something cumbersome getting in the way.
Handcuffs were tightly binding my hands.
“…”
Seeing that, I furrowed my brows. I wondered if mere handcuffs could really restrain me.
As I examined them here and there, I started to get an idea of what these handcuffs were.
‘They used some damn expensive stuff.’
An object with this kind of yin energy and durability was obvious.
‘Millennium Cold Iron….’
These handcuffs were definitely made from Millennium Cold Iron.
Unless it was handcuffs of that level, it would be impossible to bind a martial artist above the Peak Realm.
‘It seems mixed impurely, though….’
Millennium Cold Iron isn’t something that rolls around easily, and they wouldn’t use pure cold iron just to make a single pair of handcuffs.
‘No, there might be more of it now than in the past.’
If this is the world of the past, then compared to the world after regression, there should be more Millennium Cold Iron.
Originally, Millennium Cold Iron was so precious that it was hard to obtain even with billions of gold.
But roughly four or five years from now, a delivery bureau located in Zhejiang Province discovers a mine full of Millennium Cold Iron, leading to a massive increase in supply.
Of course.
In the process, the delivery bureau that discovered it mysteriously gets attacked and disappears.
Or the Murim Alliance secretly circulates it and gets exposed, and so on.
All sorts of incidents occur, but as a result, it’s true that there’s more Millennium Cold Iron than before.
Thanks to that, they’re even mixing it into handcuffs like this.
‘…This is ridiculous.’
Even…