The Strong Are Still Strong

The auctioneer laughed out loud. "The starting bid is 500 Star Coins. Okay, begin…"

At that moment, Carolyn's entire body was trembling. Her eyes were filled with uncontrollable despair.

She had spent two years in the divine territory. The favored girl who was once high above the masses had put down her self-esteem. She had thought about suicide. She was not afraid of dying, but the last bit of pride in her heart stopped her. Even if she died, she could not die for nothing like this. Suicide was the weakest thing she could do.

After spending two years here, Carolyn was very clear about what kind of place the slave market was. Now that she was under the control of a slave vendor, she did not even have the chance to kill herself. At that moment, the strange-looking and disgusting alien races were drooling over her and expressed great interest in mating. Carolyn felt disgusted and wanted to vomit, but she was filled, even more, with despair and remorse.