"........."
That number didn't just echo across the auction hall—it shattered it. It descended like divine lightning upon the heads of every seated noble, burning itself into the minds of all who saw it.
Eyes turned.
Breaths halted.
A silence thicker than stone filled the air.
"Heavens above… no, this… this is unreal!"
"Five billion for a fourth-tier displacement gear?! Are we dreaming?"
"S-rank artifacts are rare, but they never touch this price… even the SS-rank relics from primordial vaults don't fetch that much!"
"Did the energy pearls market value collapse while I was meditating in seclusion?!"
Even Lord Morval, the auction's master, a man known for his unwavering composure and ancient presence, could no longer maintain a calm facade. His neck creaked as he looked upward at the glowing number.
