"Ladies and gentlemen, now only three items are left before the auction of today comes to an end."
"Now let me present you one of the last three items of today's."
Removing the veil, a beautiful slim sword appeared before everyone in the hall.
Instantly Everyone's attention was drawn towards the sword.
"That's right everyone. Today, I am delighted to present you guys a [S] ranked artefact. You heard me right, an [S] ranked artefact! The name of the sword is [Dawan Breaker], and it is considered by many as one of the strongest and sturdiest swords available on the market. It has…
Satisfied with the crowd's reaction, the auctioneer began introducing the item. From its history to everything that someone needed to know. Nothing was spared.
Listening to the announcer speak, a yawn escaped from my lips. I was bored.
Well, it was understandable.
Though the sword below me was a [S] ranked artefact, I had no interest in it. Not because I didn't like it, but it was because I couldn't afford it. For origınal chapters go to 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽
Since I couldn't have it, why even care?
I still didn't use a single penny from 2 billion C. If I go and bid for this sword I'm sure I can't afford to buy [Healberry].
That's the reason I say I couldn't afford it.
And so, twenty more minutes passed this way…
"The bids start with 100 million C, anyone who wants to bid? Oh? Looks like we have our first bidder."
"Number 89 bids 109 million C is there anyone else? Number 76 bids 120 million C!
Bid after bids were being made with each passing second.
The auction for the formidable [Dawan Breaker] progressed with fervour, bids flying from one masked participant to another. The crescendo of numbers reached astonishing heights as the auctioneer skillfully guided the exchange.
"Number 55 enters the fray with 150 million C! Any challengers? Ah, number 42 escalates to 200 million C! The stakes are high for this remarkable [S] ranked artefact."
The atmosphere in the clandestine hall crackled with tension as patrons vied for the coveted sword. Each bid seemed to echo with the weight of anticipation, the desire to possess such a powerful weapon evident in the masked faces that observed from their secluded seats.
"Number 12 boldly raises the bid to 250 million C! Going once, going twice... Ah, number 33 challenges with 300 million C!"
The relentless bidding war continued, the [Dawan Breaker] becoming a symbol of prestige and power. The auctioneer's voice resonated through the hall, announcing bids and counting down the seconds, building suspense among the masked elite.
"Number 02 presents a formidable bid of 700 million C! Going once, going twice... Any further challengers?" The auctioneer's words hung in the air, a moment of anticipation before sealing the fate of the extraordinary artefact.
However, amidst the escalating bids, I maintained my detached demeanour. The allure of the [Dawan Breaker] couldn't sway my focus from the ultimate prize—the elusive [Healberry]. As the bids soared into the hundreds of millions, my disinterest in the sword mirrored my unwillingness to divert funds from the primary goal.
"Sold to number 02 for 700 million C! Congratulations on acquiring this exceptional [S] ranked artefact!" The proclamation echoed through the hall, marking the conclusion of the auction for the illustrious sword.
With one item remaining, the final crescendo of the clandestine auction awaited its moment. The masked participants, having tasted the thrill of acquisition, now turned their attention to the last item—the mysterious necklace that promised to enhance the beauty of its wearer.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please turn all your attention to this item. Feast your eyes upon the exquisite [Moonlit Elegance] necklace. Crafted with rare moonstones and enchanted with beauty-enhancing magic, this accessory is unparalleled in its allure. Let the bidding commence!"
The unveiling of the shimmering necklace ignited a renewed fervour among the masked crowd. Whispers of anticipation and excitement rippled through the hall, signalling the eagerness to possess this enchanting piece.
"Number 21 starts the bidding at 50 million C! Who will join the pursuit of this captivating artefact? Ah, number 64 raises the stakes to 70 million C!"
The bids continued to soar, each masked participant vying for the chance to claim [Moonlit Elegance]. The auctioneer skillfully orchestrated the proceedings, creating an atmosphere of anticipation and competition.
"Number 37 boldly offers 100 million C! Are there any contenders willing to surpass this bid? Number 49 enters with 120 million C! The competition is fierce for this unparalleled beauty-enhancing necklace."
As the numbers climbed, I couldn't help but appreciate the allure of the necklace. Its mystical aura and the promise to enhance beauty made it a coveted item. However, my focus remained resolute on the ultimate goal—[Healberry].
The auctioneer's voice echoed, "Number 03 challenges with 150 million C! Going once, going twice... Ah, number 58 bids 180 million C!"
The masked participants, caught in the thrill of the bidding war, exchanged glances and masked expressions, their identities concealed in the shadowy realm of the clandestine auction.
"Number 03 boldly raises the bid to 200 million C! Going once, going twice..."
The tension in the room intensified as the auctioneer continued the rapid-fire count. The air crackled with anticipation as each bid elevated the stakes.
"Number 58 counteroffers with 220 million C! A bold move indeed. Any challengers?" The auctioneer's voice resonated through the hall.
Amidst the masked crowd, a moment of hesitation lingered before a new contender emerged. "Number 12 steps in with 250 million C!"
Gasps and whispers swept through the room. The bidding war for [Moonlit Elegance] had reached unprecedented heights. The allure of the necklace, coupled with the desire for enhanced beauty, fueled the fierce competition.
"Number 03 reenters the fray with 280 million C! Will this be the winning bid? Going once, going twice..." The auctioneer's words hung in the air.
The masked figures weighed their options, contemplating whether to reveal their final bids. The atmosphere pulsed with anticipation as the fate of [Moonlit Elegance] hung in the balance.