"Dimensional storage or inventory isn't something low-class demons in small towns like this usually have," Marlene explained, while the others began pulling weapons and bags from their inventories and slinging them over their shoulders.
"Isn't it easy to tell players and NPCs apart?" Broken asked, voicing his curiosity. After all, names hovered above their heads, distinctly marked by different colors.
"Demons just don't know much about us players," Marlene responded. "So they don't really pay attention to things like that," she added, mentioning the floating names above their heads.
They had to pose as regular travelers, lugging their belongings the old-fashioned way without the convenience of dimensional storage. Broken strapped on a harness and secured a pickaxe to his back. It was just a normal pickaxe, the same one Gia had given him. Showing off a legendary-grade pickaxe in front of others wasn't something he wanted to risk—it would only draw unwanted attention.
