chapter 111 chaos

A Stir in the Auction House – The Agility Potion Frenzy

As soon as the Agility Potions were listed for auction, the information spread like wildfire. Within minutes, players crowding the main auction hall began whispering among themselves.

"Did you see the new listing? Thirty vials of Agility Potion just went up!"

"No way! I thought all the good potions were being hoarded by top guilds?"

"Who even put them up for sale? These things are impossible to find in bulk this early in the game!"

The main hall was a grand, circular chamber with multiple tiers of seating surrounding a large auction stage. The bidding for various rare items was already in progress, but the moment the Agility Potions appeared on the board, the room's energy shifted.

Guild members, solo players, and even NPC merchants turned their attention toward the listing.

Why the Agility Potions Were a Big Deal

Speed mattered in combat – Agility affected attack speed, movement, dodge rate, and reaction time. Having a potion that boosted it could mean the difference between life and death in both PvE and PvP.

Scarcity – Agility Potions weren't easily crafted at this stage. Only players or NPC alchemists with advanced recipes could make them, and the materials weren't commonly available.

Guild Wars were brewing – The competition between first-rate and super guilds meant that any advantage—even a temporary one—was worth spending a fortune on.

Player Conversations & Guild Interest

As the whispers turned into loud discussions, several groups started strategizing.

A group of rogue players huddled together near the back. "If we get a few of these potions, we can take on stronger mobs before anyone else. We'll level faster!"

A merchant in fine robes adjusted his monocle. "If I can buy them all, I can resell them later for triple the price."

In the VIP section, members of large guilds were already debating among themselves.

"We need those potions for the next dungeon raid. If another guild gets them first, we're at a disadvantage!"

"Raise the bid. We can't let smaller guilds get their hands on them."

"Find out who's selling them. If they have more, we need to negotiate a private deal."

The Auction Begins – Bidding War

A deep voice echoed through the auction hall as the auctioneer stepped forward.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we now present to you—30 vials of high-quality Agility Potions! The starting bid is 50 silver per vial!"

The moment he finished speaking, hands shot up immediately.

"60 silver!"

"80 silver!"

"100 silver!"

The price was climbing rapidly, far surpassing the initial 50 silver minimum.

From the shadows, Kakeith watched the chaos unfold, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Let them fight for it."

This was only the beginning.

The tension in the auction hall was already thick, but it escalated when Lark stepped inside. A smug grin spread across his face as he observed the ongoing bidding war. He wasn't just here for the potions—he was here to announce his guild's arrival.

Unlike the scattered third-rate guilds, Lark's group had rapidly grown in power. Nearly 3,000 new players had just signed their contracts, officially becoming his subordinates. These weren't just random recruits; they were his foundation to challenge first-rate guilds like Diamond Breeders.

As he strode forward, his long black coat trailed behind him, his golden-rimmed boots clicking against the polished floor. His presence alone demanded attention, and soon, whispers spread through the crowd.

"That's Lark… His guild has been swallowing up players like crazy."

"I heard he treats them like disposable pawns, though…"

"With that many under him, he might actually compete with Diamond Breeders soon."

Garalan's Arrival – A Silent Declaration of Power

As the tension in the auction house thickened, a new figure entered—Garalan.

Unlike Lark's bold and boastful entrance, Garalan made no announcement. He didn't need to.

The moment he stepped through the grand doors, the energy in the room shifted. Conversations dimmed, movements slowed, and an unspoken acknowledgment passed between the veteran players.

This wasn't just another guild member. This was Garalan.

A Presence That Spoke Louder Than Words

Garalan wasn't a mere recruit or a guild officer—he was one of Diamond Breeders' true elites, a tactician who shaped the outcomes of wars from the shadows.

He was tall and composed, his black hair neatly tied, his emerald-green cloak flowing behind him as he walked with effortless grace. His armor wasn't flashy, but every piece was of the highest quality, forged with rare materials. A warrior's armor, built for battle—not decoration.

Yet the most striking feature about Garalan wasn't his appearance.

It was his aura.

A heavy, calculated presence that made others hesitate before speaking. He wasn't a loud, arrogant guild leader. He was something far more dangerous—someone who let actions speak for him.

The Silent Challenge

As he approached the center of the auction house, he did not greet Lark with words.

Instead, he simply sat down.

The gesture alone was a declaration.

"I am here. Diamond Breeders is watching. Choose your next move carefully."

Lark, who had been raising bids and flaunting his growing power, finally turned.

For the first time since he arrived, his confident smirk wavered.

Garalan wasn't someone who played games. He didn't posture, he didn't gloat.

But when he moved—entire guilds fell.

The room fell into a tense silence. Everyone knew that from this moment onward, the auction was no longer about potions.

It was about dominance.

Garalan's Orders – A Silent Manipulation

Garalan sat in the auction hall, his posture relaxed, his gaze indifferent. Lysara had given him a simple yet critical command—

"Do not buy anything. Just inflate the prices."

He wasn't here to win. He was here to make others lose.

The First Agility Potion Auction

The auctioneer stepped forward, holding a small vial filled with a shimmering blue liquid.

"First batch of agility potions! Starting bid—50 silver!"

A brief pause. Then, a player from a mid-tier guild raised his hand.

"1 gold!"

Garalan smirked and immediately raised his hand.

"2 gold."

The hall stirred. Why was Diamond Breeders bidding? Did Garalan know something they didn't?

A recruiter from Lark's guild—not wanting to be outdone—quickly raised his hand.

"3 gold!"

Garalan barely waited a second.

"5 gold."

The air grew tense. That was double the normal price already.

The hesitation was clear. Then, Lark's representative clenched his jaw.

"7 gold!"

Garalan smirked internally. That's right. Keep going.

Then, just as the auctioneer was about to finalize the bid, he casually lifted his hand again.

"10 gold."

The Perfect Execution

Now, the bidders faced a choice:

1. Keep bidding and burn their funds.

2. Let Garalan take the potion—assuming Diamond Breeders needed it.

But Garalan had no intention of buying.

"12 gold!" one guild leader finally shouted, gritting his teeth.

Garalan leaned back. His job was done. He stopped bidding, allowing the rival guild to win—but at a ridiculous price.