Enjoy exclusive content from freewebnovel
The auctioneer allowed the silence to stretch for a few moments, building anticipation. Her sharp eyes scanned the VIP rooms, waiting for the next bid.
From VIP Room 1, Layla’s calm voice rang out, "Twenty-five million."
The crowd gasped. Many in the audience whispered among themselves, calculating the sheer fortune being thrown around. For most, this bid was already a number beyond their imagination.
In VIP Room 3, Hades leaned forward, his fingers drumming on the table. "Thirty million," he said with a smirk, his voice steady. Sir Maers raised an eyebrow at the bold bid but didn’t object.
The Blue Titan in VIP Room 2 snarled. "Thirty-five million!" He stood abruptly, his towering figure intimidating even through the screens broadcasting his room to the main hall. "I will not lose to anyone!" he declared, his booming voice echoing.
"but boss aren’t we were going to steal it" a member of his squad said as he waved his hand " we still need to act you know" he said as others nodded.
In VIP Room 5, Viktor adjusted his mechanical arm, a low hum emanating from its gears. "Forty million," he said, his tone cold and calculated. His assistant visibly paled at the figure but dared not speak against him.
’ He will be the first Alchemist who will die due to debt’ his Assistant thought.
The auctioneer practically glowed with excitement. "Forty million gold coins! The stakes are high, and the competition fiercer than ever. Does anyone wish to bid higher?"
Layla exchanged a look with Michelle. "Prepare the funds," Layla said firmly. Michelle nodded, immediately sending orders to their clan’s financial division. Layla leaned forward. "Forty-five million."
Leon raised an eyebrow in VIP Room 10, a hint of curiosity in his gaze. "Forty-five million?" he muttered, leaning back in his seat. "Seems like they’re willing to sacrifice their entire fortunes for something they barely understand."
The sourc𝗲 of this content is frёeωebɳovel.com.
The maid standing nearby said " Maybe but even with little side effects it’s an Elixir for those who are stuck here on this floor for decades"
Leon nodded with a smile. "hmm that is the case though I wonder why not others VIP bidding for it?"
"The VIP rooms from 6 to 9 are occupied by individuals so, they are mostly likely playing it safe, but maybe they will join the bid later" she said as leon nodded.
The Blue Titan was seething now, his massive fists clenched. "Fifty million!" he roared, his declaration sending shockwaves through the hall.
Hades chuckled in VIP Room 3. "Fifty-five million," he said smoothly, not even breaking a sweat.
By now, the auctioneer could barely contain her excitement. "Fifty-five million gold coins! Is there anyone willing to surpass this incredible offer?"
Layla exhaled deeply in VIP Room 1, her voice steady but with a hint of tension. "Sixty million."
The crowd was in an uproar. Many of the attendees had never seen such astronomical figures in their lives. Whispers filled the hall as people speculated who would dare go higher.
The Blue Titan slammed his hand on the table, cracking the wood. "Seventy million!" His voice carried the desperation of someone unwilling to lose.
Viktor in VIP Room 5 narrowed his eyes, calculating his options. "Seventy-five million," he said, his tone like steel.
Hades finally showed a crack in his calm demeanor, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Eighty million," he said, his voice lower but still filled with confidence.
Layla hesitated for the first time. Michelle leaned closer. "Sister, should we—"
Layla raised her hand, signaling her intent. "Eighty-five million."
Leon laughed softly to himself. "Eighty-five million and more is coming." He shook his head. "People really will fight over something if they think it’s the last one."
The maid glanced nervously at him, unsure if his comment was serious or mocking. Leon simply waved her off.
The auctioneer’s voice rang out once more. "Eighty-five million gold coins! Do I hear ninety?"
The Blue Titan hesitated, visibly grappling with the enormity of the bid. His guild members whispered urgently, trying to advise him. Finally, with a reluctant growl, he shook his head, signaling his withdrawal.
Viktor’s mechanical arm twitched as he considered his options. "Eighty-six million," he said flatly, unwilling to back down just yet.
Hades leaned back, a small smirk on his lips. "Eighty-eight million," he said, his tone carrying the weight of finality.
Layla closed her eyes for a moment, then sighed. "Ninety million."
The crowd was silent now, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. All eyes were on the VIP rooms, waiting to see if anyone would dare go higher.
In VIP Room 10, Leon sat comfortably, watching the escalating bids with a detached sense of amusement. As the amount reached 100 million, he leaned forward slightly and addressed the maid beside him.
"What do you think will be the final amount?" Leon asked casually, his tone betraying more curiosity than concern.
The maid responded promptly, "Given the might of the Elixir, the Manager predicted it could reach close to 200 million gold coins."
Leon smirked, nodding in acknowledgment. "That’s a hefty sum," he mused.
Suddenly, a clear, foreign voice echoed across the auction hall. "100 million."
Heads turned, including Leon’s, as the source of the bid was revealed: VIP Room 7. Inside the room, a breathtakingly beautiful woman sat calmly, her expression cold and unbothered, as though the chaos around her was beneath her notice.
’With this Elixir, my Shadow Lord class will advance greatly,’ she thought, leaning forward in anticipation.
The auctioneer practically glowed with excitement. "100 million gold coins! Do we have more?" she called, her voice ringing out over the murmurs of the crowd.
"120 million," came a smooth voice from VIP Room 3, Hades raising the stakes yet again.
"130 million," chimed another, this time from VIP Room 6. The voice was youthful, almost playful, drawing whispers from the audience. Everyone speculated about the identity of this new bidder.
Leon turned to his maid. "Who’s in VIP Room 6?" he asked.
The maid, ever prepared, answered swiftly. "That would be a young man near your age. He’s called Loki, named after his Arcane Key, which relates to the God of Mischief and Illusions. While his exact class remains unknown, rumors suggest he’s an Illusionist."
Leon’s brow rose slightly in intrigue. "An Illusionist, huh? That could be interesting," he muttered, turning his attention back to the auction.
The maid continued her explanations, sensing Leon’s curiosity. "In VIP Room 7, where the earlier bid came from, sits Lady Mira. She’s in her mid-twenties and is relatively new to the Tower. It’s said she began climbing late due to unknown circumstances. She handles a Necromancer-related class."
Leon nodded, his gaze sharpening. "And the others?"
"In VIP Room 8 is Lady Mira’s presumed sister, Nira. Unlike Mira, Nira has been on this floor for the past three years and is quite powerful. She’s long since reached the floor’s limits and is rumored to be waiting for someone—perhaps her sister," the maid explained.
She paused before moving on. "Lastly, in VIP Room 9 is Gandarf, a dwarf Blacksmith-Warrior. He’s well-known for his skill in forging and owns a shop in the Market District. His wealth likely comes from his talent and reputation."
Leon smirked, leaning back. "Quite the lineup," he murmured. His gaze lingered on the display screen, where the numbers continued to climb.
The auctioneer’s voice cut through the tension. "130 million gold coins! Do I hear more?"
Without hesitation, Lady Mira’s voice from VIP Room 7 rang out. "140 million."
A murmur swept through the crowd. The stakes were climbing higher than anyone anticipated.
Hades in VIP Room 3 chuckled softly, his voice resonating as he declared, "150 million."
Leon watched the scene unfold, his amusement growing. "It’s turning into quite the spectacle," he said, glancing at the maid. "Do you think anyone will back down?"
The maid hesitated before answering. "Not anytime soon, Young Master. The competitors in these rooms are powerful and wealthy—none of them will want to appear weak."
Leon’s grin widened. "Good. Let’s see how far their desperation will take them."
"and how much will I earn now" he said as the maid nodded.
The auction room buzzed with intensity as the bids climbed higher. Everyone was eager to witness how far these contenders would push their limits for the prized Elixir of Eternal Night.
"160 million," came the cold, composed voice of Lady Mira from VIP Room 7, cutting through the escalating murmurs like a blade.
Hades leaned back in his chair in VIP Room 3, a sly grin playing on his lips. "170 million," he said, his voice calm yet carrying an undertone of challenge. His interest in the Elixir was palpable; to him, this wasn’t just a bid but a game of dominance.
From VIP Room 6, Loki’s voice joined the fray, tinged with amusement. "175 million. Let’s see if you’re all serious or just playing."
The crowd gasped. Loki bid wasn’t just an amount; it was a provocation.
Meanwhile, in VIP Room 8, Nira had been silent so far, observing the scene. But now, her deep, commanding voice cut through. "180 million."
Her presence was imposing, and the sheer confidence in her tone sent ripples through the crowd. It wasn’t just about the Elixir for her; it was something her sister needs.