Chapter 57: Broken Mask (All Chapters Fixed)

"Forty thousand!"

The scary looking Player added five thousand gold at once, it seemed like he really wanted to have the manual.

"Damn, all I have with me is only thirty-eight thousand, I still need two thousand, if anyone of you could lend it to me, I will return in double." Someone wanted to borrow some money from the Players around him.

"I don’t care about two thousand gold, but if I miss a valuable treasure because of that, I will hate myself. So, sorry I can not lend you any money."

"Good point, the small auction is held only twice a year. If I miss this one, then I will have to wait another six months. How could I lend you the money!"

No one wanted to lend any money to that Player, since they themselves did not carry much. It would only be stupid to lend people any money here.

In the end, the Collapsing Fist manual ended up in hands of the scary looking Player for the price of forty thousand gold.

"The second object, three sets of low rank Origin Stones, with each set containing one hundred pieces. Each set will be sold separately, the starting price of each set is twenty thousand gold. Each bid should increase no less than one thousand. Begin!"

The gold surfaced wooden tray was put on the table, and the elder in yellow revealed the item, as he said in a loud voice.

"What? Selling the low rank Origin Stones? I haven’t used a low rank Origin Stone for ages, this time I have to get a set."

"With those low rank Origin Stones, I could probably reach the Late Condensing Reality Realm in a short time, they could be so helpful!"

"One hundred Origin Stones would last me more than a year."

Off stage, all those Players who did not belong to any Player Academies got extremely excited. They could not help but breath rapidly, staring at those low rank Origin Stones with their eyes red; they wished they could just run up the stage and steal them all.

"Twenty thousand gold!"

"Twenty-five thousand gold!"

"Twenty-eight thousand gold!"

"Thirty thousand gold!"

The price of the first set of Origin Stones increased rapidly, the elder on the stage was filled with smiles. The higher the bidding price, the better it is for his position in the auction plaza, and the more commission he would get.

Soon, the first set of Origin Stones ended up in the hands of an ugly Player for a price of thirty-five thousand gold.

The bids for the second set of low rank Origin Stones started shortly after.

It might be due to there being only two sets of Origin Stones remaining, the Players in the crowd who were still indecisive earlier could not wait anymore. So, they also joined the bidders with no regrets, making the second set of Origin Stones way more expensive than the first one. It reached thirty-eight thousand gold, and was bought by an older looking Player.

When it got to the third set, the whole auction plaza went crazy. All the Players who were unable to win a set of Origin Stones could not hold back anymore, they decided to use all their money to win the bid and get the last set of Origin Stones.

In the room.

Igris was also surprised, he thought each low rank Origin Stone would cost two hundred and fifty gold at most, but he never expected it to reach almost four hundred gold. ’Does it mean all those ten thousand low rank Origin Stones in my storage ring are worth four million gold?!’

"Forty thousand gold going once, forty thousand gold going twice, forty thousand gold going thrice. Sold! Congratulation to this Player!" The third set of Origin Stones had finally been sold as well, the elder in yellow let out a sigh. ’It seems like these low rank Origin Stones are very popular, too bad the lowest price for an item to be eligible is twenty thousand gold, otherwise the Origin Stones could be sold individually or ten stones per set. We could make a lot more money that way.’

Waiting until all the low rank Origin Stone sets had been delivered to their new owners, the elder in yellow cleared his throat, and said in a loud voice: "The third item coming up is an Broken mask."

Swoosh!

The silk cloth was lifted, revealing the artifact beneath the crystal light.

A broken mask.

It was jagged, cracked clean down the middle—only the right half remained. The surface was caked in centuries of grime and rust, the original color completely unrecognizable. Under the dazzling chandeliers of the auction plaza, it looked like something dragged out of a swamp. It could not look any worse than that.

"Fuck, what the heck is that?"

"It’s only half a mask... even if it was a Black-Iron rank Treasure, it probably wouldn’t be worth much now. Who would want to bid on that garbage?"

"Wait and see. Maybe there’s something special about it. You never know with these old things."

The crowd was visibly confused. They all stared at the elder on the stage, waiting for him to explain why this piece of trash was even on the auction block.

The elder in yellow was already prepared for this reaction. He reached out and carefully picked up the half-mask, turning it so the interior faced the audience. "After the examination conducted by our auction plaza, this broken mask has a history of at least five hundred years. This means it is a five-hundred-year-old antique. In addition, our appraisers believe it was very likely a high-rank relic mask five hundred years ago—possibly even beyond Black-Iron grade. It was later shattered by someone for an unknown reason, which led to its current... appearance."

"A five-hundred-year-old antique! A high-rank relic mask!"

"Damn, what a shame! If it was still in one piece, I think all of the most powerful people in the northwest would definitely come here and fight for it!"

"A broken high-rank mask, what’s the use of that?"

"Maybe some of the antique collectors would want to bid for it. It doesn’t concern us anyway."

"Yeah, we should just watch the old fogies fight over it. Look at that thing."