Chapter 218: Auction [4]



Suddenly, a bold move echoed through the hall. "Number 12 confidently bids 300 million C!" The crowd fell into a momentary hush, processing the substantial offer.

The auctioneer, a master of the theatrical, played his part. "A stunning bid! Number 12 takes the lead with 300 million C. Going once, going twice..."

As the countdown reached its climax, the room held its breath. The outcome of this final bid would determine the fortunate owner of [Moonlit Elegance]. The masked figures, their identities concealed, awaited the resolution of the bidding duel.

"Sold to number 12 for 300 million C! Congratulations on acquiring the mesmerizing [Moonlit Elegance] necklace!" The auctioneer's announcement marked the conclusion of yet another successful transaction in the clandestine world of high-stakes dealings.

With the necklace claimed, the crowd dispersed, and the hall gradually emptied. The allure of the black market had once again captivated its patrons, each departing with their coveted treasures.

'Now, here it's coming.' I thought so I focused on the new item that was coming.

"Ladies and gentlemen, for the grand finale of tonight's auction, I present to you a treasure unlike any other—a rare and miraculous fruit known as [Healberry]!"

The auctioneer's announcement echoed through the hall, capturing the attention of every masked figure in attendance. Whispers spread like wildfire as the mysterious fruit, with its legendary healing properties, took centre stage.

"Allow me to share the tale behind this extraordinary item. [Healberry] is said to possess the power to heal any curse or illness, regardless of its origin. Whether it be a demonic curse or a mysterious ailment, this fruit holds the key to restoration.

Tonight, for the first time, it emerges from the depths of the Death Forest, a place shrouded in curses and guarded by creatures of [A] and [S-] ranks."

As the auctioneer spoke, images of the treacherous Death Forest and the elusive [Healberry] played on screens around the auction hall. The air buzzed with a mix of excitement and trepidation, for the significance of this item transcended mere material wealth.

"The Death Forest, untouched by 'The World Government' due to its perilous nature, conceals this unparalleled gem. Yet, one man dared to venture into its depths in pursuit of the unknown—Aiden Stormrider."

A murmur of recognition circulated among the audience as Aiden's name resonated in the hallowed halls of the black market. The daring adventurer, known for his courageous exploits, became a legend in his own right.

The auctioneer's cadence quickened, mirroring the escalating excitement within the hall. The masked figures engaged in a silent battle, their bids communicated through subtle gestures and discreet signals.

"Number 21 bids 250 million C!"

The numbers flashed on the screens, and the pulse of the auction quickened. The bidding war intensified, with each participant driven by their desire to possess the extraordinary healing capabilities embodied by [Healberry].

As the bids surpassed expectations, I observed the proceedings with a calm demeanour. The outcome of this auction held implications beyond mere monetary value—it could potentially influence the balance of power and alliances within the intricate web of the black market.

"Number 05 bids 300 million C!"

The hall held its breath as the bidding reached unprecedented heights. The masked figures, each harbouring their motivations and ambitions, continued to vie for the mythical fruit that symbolized both legend and healing.

"Number 17 bids 350 million C!"

The auctioneer's voice echoed with a hint of excitement, underscoring the historic nature of this moment. The [Healberry]—plucked from the perilous depths of Death Forest—had become the focal point of aspirations, a catalyst for change within the clandestine circles.

"Number 29 bids 400 million C!"

The bidding war showed no signs of abating, and the allure of [Healberry] persisted as an irresistible force, drawing the masked participants deeper into the competitive fervour.

"Number 03 bids 500 million C!"

The bid echoed through the hall, sending a ripple of astonishment among the masked bidders. The stakes had reached an unprecedented level, and the pursuit of [Healberry] had transformed into a battle of financial prowess and determination.

The auctioneer, well-versed in orchestrating such intense proceedings, maintained an air of composed authority. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are witnessing history unfold before us. The bidding for [Healberry] has surpassed all expectations. Will any contender be willing to challenge this substantial offer?"