Weapon seller in the world of magic-Chapter 502 The Grand Auction (part-11)

Mark shot a glare, a silent 'Are you kidding me?' Sylvandria promptly backtracked, stating, "Of course, you're not. Otherwise, there wouldn't be drama back in our homeland. Plus, there's no way the Heavenly Palace would allow you to stay in the mortal plane." Her words clarified the situation, retracting the initial doubt. "Heavenly palace?" Mark looked at her, asking for clarification.

The rest stayed curious as Sylvandria explained, "It's a decree from the Heavenly Palace, governing the universe. Saints are forbidden from entering the mortal plane because their existence poses a threat to us. A Saint could supposedly end all life on a planet by absorbing its life force." Her words shed light on the gravity of the decree, emphasizing the danger Saints represented to mortal life.

"Hmm… that's interesting," Mark placed his attention on her to clear the one doubt that's troubling him for the past few minutes, "Say, Sylvandria, why do you think the immortal couldn't defeat two demigods, earlier?"

Sylvandria was slightly surprised by his question but she still answered him, thinking that he was merely questioning her to test her knowledge, "I think the main culprit here are the world laws. Since he is not a native of this world, there's already enough suppression of his attacks. As they were Beast emperors, both of them could already hold an immortal on their own. By working together, they blocked the immortal's attack without a problem. I think they were also worried about killing him as it would bring unwanted attention from the higher planes. After all, an immortal will have some powerful force backing them. And such people often leave marks on their killers. If their killers are marked…" Sylvandria stopped talking in the middle of realization and let out a gasp, "You must be marked. Let's return to the Ixitus Empire. There, my successor can perform the ritual to bring the blessings of our God to you and remove the mark."

"Nah, it is fine," Mark waved his hand and returned his attention to the holographic screen.

He clicked on the first notification.

*Ding! Choose the reward:

(A) Ether versions of Pistol, Revolver, semiautomatic Handgun, Shotgun, Assault Rifle

(B) Ether Sniper rifle, Ether Grenade (all types), Ether Grenade Launcher (C) Ether Machine Guns: SMG, LMG, MMG, and HMG

(D) Exoskeleton suit-VIII

"There's nothing to think here…"

Mark didn't even hesitate a second to choose his reward, "System, I choose…"

*Ding! All grades of Ether machine guns have been unlocked. Check out the Gallery for details.

Regardless of what type of machine gun it was, the prices were surprisingly identical. Bronze Ether weapon – 100 gold coins

Silver Ether weapon– 500 gold coins

Gold Ether weapon – 2500 gold coins

Platinum Ether weapon – 250,000 gold coins Diamond Ether weapon – 2,500,000 gold coins

Crystal Ether weapon – 10 million gold coins

Ruby Ether weapon – 40 million gold coins

Mythril Ether weapon – 400 million gold coins

Celestial Ether weapon – 16 Billion gold coins

God Ether weapon – 6400 billion gold coins

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"6.4 trillion? Well, I'm not surprised anymore. System gives me around 100 million credits (500 million gold coins) for a celestial-grade weapon but buying one cost over 16 billion. Talk about hyperinflation…"

*Ding! System's weapons are absolutely perfect without any flaws. They are a hundred or thousand times better than any weapon created by any blacksmith. Even the God of blacksmith, Zhiyi, was not a match.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever…" Mark was already immune to its bullshit fairness talk every time it shows inflated prices.

He felt like buying an army of Rank-10 robots would be a better deal compared to buying one Ether weapon from a God grade. Unlocking would cost him 50 billion gold coins and then buying each one would cost 5 billion.

Even in a hypothetical scenario of having 6.4 trillion gold coins, which could only be earned by selling the traditional weapons back to the system, Mark could still buy more than 25000 Rank-9 robots, capable of controlling hundreds of worlds with ease. But, he cannot reach the apex.

On the other hand, the God-grade weapon would let him even kill the deities but only when the wielder should also be in God's realm. Weaker people cannot flaunt such weapons in front of Gods or else, they will only meet a tragic fate.

Both of them have their own advantages and disadvantages, but, since Mark is not a warrior who wants to challenge the gods but a businessman who wants to spread firearms everywhere he goes, it is clear to him which path is better to take.

Furthermore, he already has one god-grade weapon. He just needs to repair it and it will be enough.

"Anyway, System, seeing how the people bidding for the items, I think from now onwards, you will have to bring up better deals to trade the traditional ether weapons. I hope you are prepared for it."

While the spectators and many guests that ran away haven't returned to their seats, the Auction resumed on the orders of the Dragon girl.

*Ding! The system's offer is always fair, dear host. If the Host wants a better deal, then, he should prepare weapons of atleast Celestial grade.

"Yeah, I will do that…"

After an hour;

While the spectators and many guests that ran away haven't returned to their seats, the Auction resumed on the orders of the Dragon girl.

Mark was quite worried about the price reduction of his items due to less competition but didn't expect the wealthy would become more aggressive instead. The arrival of an immortal only increased their fear of life even more.

Rather than some heaven-defying weapon, they needed a life-saving treasure or a loyal bodyguard who doesn't leave their side and atleast occupy the enemy's attention while they escape.

What's better than a robot that could fulfill those tasks? f𝗿𝚎eweb𝗻o𝐯𝐞l.𝚌om

Battle Robot-VIII was auctioned as the fourth item with 10 million gold coins as the minimum price. However, the bidding war went on for atleast an hour.

"440 million" The Imperial Prince of Dragon Empire raised the paddle. He was hell-bent on acquiring this bodyguard.

"450 million"

The second competitor in the race was the 17-year-old, Yu Tiajin. Mark didn't expect his father to possess so much wealth. "460 million"

The third and final competitor for this item was a mysterious blonde girl named Li Na. No one heard of her and this was the first time she was also participating in bidding. Surprisingly, she was alone in the VIP Box no. 33, and her cultivation level only looked like she was in a 5-circle.

"520 million," The young prince raised the paddle, after taking some time to think.

There were another 30-40 seconds of silence before Li Na raised the paddle, "580 million"

Yu Tiajin didn't raise the paddle for the third time in a row. Has he given up? The spectators wondered.

"530 million," The Prince didn't give up yet. However, this time, he took more than two minutes before raising the paddle.

For this last segment, there were 5 minutes of time per bid, once it crossed 100 million.

"540 million" "550 million" "560 million" "570 million" "580 million"

"590 million," After raising the paddle, the Imperial Prince further stated, "Miss, this is my final bid."

Hundreds of eyes turned toward the lone girl sitting in the VIP Box. She appeared to be taking her time and consulting someone.

It was at this moment Xin Rui announced, "600 million, Box no. 19."

"Eh?" People were taken aback by the reentry of Yu Tiajin.

Li Na's face turned from surprise to anger. She clenched his fist tightly for a couple of seconds before she let out a sigh and shook her head.