He mentally clicked on it. Click.
And wow, the name meant exactly what it said. It was basically a huge tab filled with all different types of weapons.
It was like a museum of violence! There were bows and arrows. There were long swords. There were heavy maces with spikes. There were sharp knives. There were short swords. There were spears. Blah, blah, blah. It had literally everything you could use to hurt someone.
He looked at the descriptions. The grade of the weapons ranged from F Rank (Trash) all the way up to SS Rank (Godly). But for him, right now, he could only see the stats and prices up to Rank C.
Everything higher than Rank C was totally locked. He couldn't see them. All he could see were big question marks on them like this: [???]. It was a mystery!
'System, tell me,' Alex asked, scratching his chin. 'What is my rank? Where do I stand in this food chain?'
[You are D- Rank, Boss.]
'Oho. D- Rank? So I am in that range, huh? I see, I see.'
