Chapter 768 - 641: The Auction and a New Anomaly (Part 2)

And it's a very high-level one.

Alina Walker walked to the side of the box and placed her hand on the lid.

She didn't open it immediately but first looked around the hall to ensure that everyone's attention was on her.

"The final auction item." Her voice was slightly lowered compared to before, as if to emphasize its special nature, "A completely sealed entity. Level... Dangerous Level."

A low commotion arose in the hall.

Jeming's eyes lit up.

A complete entity.

Up to now, he only had two complete entities on him.

More importantly, this entity in front of him... was sealed by the Spirit Communicator Association.

This means that not only does the sealed entity itself have research value.

The technology used to seal the entity also has research value.

It can even be said that, considering Jeming has already acquired multiple entities of the same level, the research value of this sealing technology exceeds that of this complete entity itself!

The material of the sealing container, the structure of various patterns, the method of energy locking, the principle of suppressing the activity of the entity...

All of these together represent the research essence accumulated by humans in this world in facing entities over thousands of years!

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the true core technology of this civilization.

"Starting bid." Alina Walker's voice pulled Jeming back from his thoughts, "One thousand gold coins."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

One thousand gold coins.

This is a number that could bankrupt the majority of the middle class.

Even among those present, many couldn't come up with that much cash.

But the bidding still began.

"One thousand one hundred gold coins." A middle-aged man in the front row raised his number card.

"One thousand two hundred gold coins." A woman in the back row immediately followed.

"One thousand three hundred gold coins."

"One thousand five hundred gold coins."

The price was rising rapidly.

Most of the people present, though from different backgrounds, had the same purpose in attending this auction—to gain more powerful strength!

So what does a completely sealed entity mean?

For the people of this world, it naturally means the possibility of sealing it within themselves through some ritual and becoming a Spiritualist!

This is the path to extraordinary power.

Although there is a considerable death rate in this process, this is not the kind of power obtained through a Genetic Potion but genuine extraordinary power!

For those yearning for power but having no access, this kind of opportunity is precious beyond measure.

"Two thousand gold coins." The middle-aged man in the front row bid again, making a large increase this time, as if to demonstrate his determination to win.

"Two thousand two hundred gold coins." The woman in the back row did not back down.

"Two thousand five hundred gold coins." A hoarse voice rang out from another corner.

Jeming did not hurry to bid.

He sat quietly in his seat, listening as the price climbed little by little, while observing the expressions and postures of those bidding.

The middle-aged man in the front row had a flushed face, and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

The woman in the back row maintained a calm expression, but her fingers trembled slightly.

The owner of the hoarse voice sat in the darkest corner of the hall, exuding a chilling aura.

When the bidding reached three thousand gold coins, only three people remained.

The middle-aged man, the woman, and the shadow in the corner.

At three thousand five hundred gold coins, the middle-aged man withdrew.

His face turned pale, his lips were pressed tightly together, and the number card in his hand creaked from being clenched, but in the end, he didn't raise it.

At four thousand gold coins, the woman also bowed out.

She leaned back into her chair, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, as if calming some intense emotion.

The shadow in the corner raised the number card.

"Four thousand one hundred gold coins."

Alina Walker's gaze swept across the hall. "Four thousand one hundred gold coins, is there a higher bid?"

The hall was very quiet.

"Four thousand one hundred gold coins, going once."

Jeming raised his number card.

"Number thirty-seven, bidding four thousand two hundred gold coins."

All eyes turned to him.

The shadow in the corner also turned its head, and Jeming could feel two sharp gazes piercing into him, as if trying to burn two holes in his face.

"Four thousand three hundred gold coins." The shadow's voice was even hoarser.

"Number thirty-seven, four thousand four hundred gold coins."

"Four thousand five hundred gold coins."

"Number thirty-seven, four thousand six hundred gold coins."

The two of them went back and forth, the price climbing steadily like climbing stairs.

Everyone else fell silent, watching this duel between two people.

Jeming's expression didn't change at all.

His number card was raised steadily each time, neither hurried nor rushed.

The shadow began to waver.

The speed of its bidding slowed down, with longer pauses before raising the card each time.

"Seven thousand gold coins." Jeming announced a new number.

A gasp of surprise echoed through the hall.

Seven thousand gold coins.

This number exceeded what most people present could accumulate in a lifetime.

The shadow was silent for a long time.

Jeming could sense that gaze staying fixed on him, as if weighing something, calculating something.

Finally, the shadow put down the number card.

"Seven thousand gold coins, going once."

Alina Walker's voice resonated through the hall, with a hint of excitement in it.

She hadn't expected this item could fetch such a high price, far exceeding the typical four thousand gold coin baseline for a Dangerous Level entity.

"Going twice."

"Going three times."

The gavel fell, making a dull thud.

"Sold. Number thirty-seven."

A slight smile curled at the corner of Jeming's mouth.

The attendant delivered the silver-white metal box to his seat.

The box was heavier than it looked, weighing about fifty or sixty pounds.

Additionally, various items he purchased earlier were also piled up next to his seat.

Making use of the cover from his suitcase, Jeming took out the cash from his Inner Grotto Heaven.

The gold and silver coins were neatly arranged on the tray, the count precise.

Some of those gold and silver coins came from the black market intermediaries and bandits he encountered before.

And a portion...

Was "created" in his Inner Grotto Heaven.

Thanks to Alchemy.

By rearranging the molecular structure of some scrap metal in his Inner Grotto Heaven, he could manufacture coins identical to the real thing.

Jeming had no concern about anyone discerning the authenticity of the gold coins because the metal made by his Alchemy had a purity higher than that of the official mint of this plane.

And thanks to Alchemy, they could also be antiqued, mixed with genuine currency, with no one able to tell the difference.

Jeming packed the silver-white metal box and other purchased items into his suitcase, stood up, and headed toward the exit.

The others in the hall continued bidding on the subsequent auction items.

There were a few ordinary items next, but Jeming had lost interest.

He had already achieved all his goals for today.

He walked out the oak door, tracing his way back along the corridor he came from.

The gas lamp cast dappled shadows on the red brick walls, and footsteps echoed in the narrow corridor.

Suddenly, Jeming's eyeballs shifted slightly.

He sensed it.

Behind him, a few gazes.

Though there were many curious glances regarding his identity fixed on him, Jeming could easily distinguish a few particular ones among them.

The emotions contained in those gazes were quite dangerous.

No doubt, faced with a "fat sheep" like Jeming, someone had already hatched unscrupulous thoughts.

Nonetheless, Jeming did not react in any way.

His pace remained unchanged, as if he had not sensed those gazes at all, calmly and composedly walking out of the exhibition center's door.

Meanwhile, members from the Spirit Communicator Association had also noticed the situation here.

In a secret room next to the auction hall, Harding patted Deke, bringing his colleague's attention back from the surveillance video.

"Let's go."

"What for?"

"After all, the guy spent so much money buying our stuff; we should at least ensure after-sales service."

Deke shook his head helplessly at these words, lazily standing up and following Harding:

"Alright, consider it a pastime..."