The hero of humanity wore shackles, closed his eyes in apparent despair, much like a clown on stage at the mercy of the audience's ridicule.
The humiliatingly low price didn't last long. When Lu Li's "value" exceeded tens of thousands of Strange Currency, the guests began bidding in incomprehensible, unknown languages for unknown items. Occasionally, the sound of bids in Strange Currency might represent merchants from the Land of Light.
The atmosphere of the auction indeed reached a climax, especially with the final bid of one million Strange Currency.
It wasn't the repeated voice of the merchants, but a sharp, dark sound that reminded one of mines and deep pits.
The Earth Dwellers' Trading Company was actively raising the bid.
A million Strange Currency seemed like it had leapt over some imaginary boundary, and the auction's clamor transformed into an illusion, striking Lu Li's will.
Finally, an indistinguishable, vague mumble concluded the auction.
Thud, thud, thud—
