End of Auction

"Brothers, what do you say we should do?" one of the middle-aged men under the human organization banner asked, his face serious. He placed his finger on the screen in front of him, ready to put the number of his bid at any moment upon confirmation.

Sitting before them, their elder brother and their brain raised his hand, his tone heavy as he gazed at the room beside him and spoke. Although he had no way of seeing the person inside of it, at this moment, it felt like his gaze penetrated everything in his way, and the young man in the room next to him was under his watch.

"We not bidding on this item if the young man next to us bids for it." His words were clear and the youngest brother quickly retracted his finger from the screen after hearing his answer.

All of them maintained a perfect balance in their roles, with their big brother acting as the brain of the group. If he told them to do something—no matter how ridiculous, like in this situation—they would gladly obey, saving their questions for later when they were back home.

Not to mention, these were experienced warriors who, over the years, had developed a deep understanding of a certain concept.

Which is the concept of teamwork!

They came to realize that working toward the same goal and executing the same orders as a unified team was infinitely more effective than each of them following their own thoughts. From that point on, the brothers never disagreed on workdays, and their teamwork became nearly flawless during missions.

Sitting in another VIP lounge, a young man sipped a cup of tea that exuded a breathtaking aroma, his face frowning. 'The family elders never gave a specific description of the treasure,' he thought, 'but they did say it would be impossible to miss.'

For him, something that would get his attention would surely be something incredible and beyond this world's understanding, and the item now displayed in front of him was nothing short of that.

'Seems like that fortune teller back on my family didn't lie when he mentioned an opportunity lying with that man on this lowly realm.' Luke thought, pleased that he chose to come here.

After looking at Richard and giving him a nod of approval, he placed his finger on the screen in front of him, placing a bid.' From what I saw, people bid with dollars and didn't use spiritual stones; pity indeed. How much money did that guy give me? Was it a billion?'

Luke wasn't sure—the amount was so insignificant that he never bothered to check. To him, any currency that wasn't spiritual stones currency didn't meet his eyes and felt way inferior to his standing.

"I must get my hands on this treasure!"

"600,000 dollars!"

This sudden call for a price grabbed everyone's attention. For a moment, the audience went crazy and began bidding non-stop. The price rose higher and higher.

Even though the price was several times lower than the previous items, not many people cared after they saw the item's magical effect and heard its description. The crowd was full of enthusiasm.

With this, they won't go empty-handed.

"Two million dollars!"

Suddenly, a voice from one of the VIP lounges cut through the noise, silencing everyone. All eyes turned to the host, waiting anxiously to see if their fears would be confirmed.

If it was indeed someone from the VIP lounge, none would dare bid anymore, lest they lose their position in these chaotic times and be swept by the younger generation if lucky.

If unlucky? Well, most people prefer not to imagine such a scenario when crossing someone with higher cultivation and influence than them.

"VIP lounge number 002 bid two million dollars; anyone going higher?" The host yelled, his tone a bit panicked.

He deliberately set the price low and enhanced the item with various effects to captivate the audience, hoping it would eventually exceed tens of millions of dollars. Yet, of all people, the young man in the VIP lounge placed a bid on this very item.

'Why not save your money for the next and final item?' The host cried inside; he felt his heart bleeding as he thought about the great lengths he went through to add this last-minute item and the money he placed to buy the runes to give such a dramatic effect.

The host wanted to tell these words aloud but didn't dare, keeping to his thoughts.

"Two million dollars going once... Any bidders?" He yelled again, his voice trailing off a bit, giving them a bit of time,' Please, anyone bid higher; I myself will hide you afterward!'

"Two million dollars going twice...Any bidders ple..." He almost said please as he cut it off at the last part, his back drenched with sweat.

He didn't shorten the sentence to make the process go faster and force people to bid urgently, but instead slowed it down as much as possible so people build courage!

"Two million dollars... Going thrice, everyone claps for the winner of this fourth item bid on the VIP lounge number 002 here." The host pointed at the young man, his face ashen as his spirit went to all levels low.

'This is one of my biggest losses in ages; I literally lost ten million dollars buying that rune and preparing it on top of this box!' Let's just hope the human organization has a sense of showing off and buys the last item with a massive sum from the first bid.

The middle-aged man prayed in silence as the beautiful woman from before approached him. She took the box with the miniature holy land inside and gave him the last item, an ancient book with dirt and several holes in its cover.

In the next five minutes, the whole auction venue went silent as the last item was introduced, and as promised, it was the ranked five martial arts which were immediately bought by the human organization with a huge sum of two hundred million, double its minimum bid set by the auctioneer.

With that, the private auction came to an end, and everyone went their separate ways to attend to their own matters.

A few left satisfied with the outcome, but the majority were filled with disappointment.

None dared to go against the human organization, which made them despair since they had to obey them for more years to come, never to rise to the top!