Now, the only choice left for St. Marlo, which they had to make, was not to wade into these muddy waters. He sold his goods; you bought yours – everything completely unrelated to this establishment. After all, they couldn't afford to offend either party.

Before long, the auction officially commenced. As Bella walked into the venue, clothed in an evening gown, the noisy crowd instantly fell silent. Many had come specifically to catch a glimpse of this Casadin spokesperson. However, her disinterested expression betrayed her striking beauty. She gave a brief introduction and quickly retreated backstage, obviously preoccupied with something on her mind.

With the auctioneer's gavel pounding down, the first item came into view…

It was a fully-armed battle motorcycle adorned with armor plating and equipped with 09 machine guns on both sides. Operating in the Death Desert, it served not only as a means of transportation but also as a powerful companion in warfare. This place was far from a peaceful nation governed by law; without protective gear, death came easily. And even if one didn't die, getting robbed to the extent of losing one's underwear was, in principle, a fate worse than death.

Most crucially, the starting bid for this heavily equipped machine was only 3 World Currencies, which was equivalent to 3000 G coins based on the exchange rate of 1 Currency = 1 Federal Coin.

What did 3 currencies mean? For the wealthy, it was merely the price of an appetizer at a seven-star hotel. This low price-to-value ratio immediately sparked a frenzy among the patrons, their eyes reddening as they crazily drove up the bids, nearly coming to blows.

Feng Yi took a deep breath. Even he was somewhat tempted. The greatest advantage of the battle motorcycle wasn't its power output but its size and agility. In this lawless expanse dotted with sand dunes, owning a battle motorcycle meant possessing an extra guarantee for one's life.

The relentless bidders continued their frenzy, and in a short time, the price of 3 currencies had been driven up by the foolish gentlemen to 30…

At 30 World Currencies, there wasn't much cost-benefit left, especially since the price of weapons on a wartorn planet wasn't that high - a bag of rice could buy two pistols. Yet, to everyone's surprise, a certain tycoon shouted a bid of 50 straight away, silencing the whole room. With a final slam of the gavel, the battle motorcycle was successfully auctioned off to bidder number 7527 for 50 World Currencies.

It was clear to the discerning observers that this was merely a warm-up – the real power players were still watching quietly…

The second item... First came a few barks, then the battle dog appeared. To be exact, it was a three-legged mechanical dog. The mechanical dog had two 40mm anti-tank gun launchers suspended on either side of its body. Around its neck hung a tag with the sad tale of its former owner's death.

For many, mechanical dogs were formidable combat companions, semi-bionic equipment. Their implanted brain-intelligent programs responded to the owner's commands. The only drawback was the missing leg, but correspondingly, the starting price was very low, at just 20 currencies.

Though a good item, it was of little use to most soldiers – soldiers at the bottom already lived a miserable life, earning a living was hard enough. A mechanical dog was best as part of a 1+1 combination to maximize its abilities, so the crowd wasn't as interested as before. In the end, the mechanical dog sold for only 72 currencies. Fortunately, it seemed quite friendly; as soon as the auction ended, it started wagging its tail at its new owner, the wagging so vigorous it could almost knock two people dead.

As for the third auction item, it had already attracted countless shouts of support from the men, along with a series of whistles from below as soon as it appeared…

It was a girl, a girl who was only 15 years old.

Because she was inside a reflective container, one couldn't see the outside from the inside, but the outside world could observe the interior. The girl was clearly unaware of her current situation, but a label had provided a clue that she volunteered for the auction to get a meal, and countless men were rubbing their hands in anticipation, who knew that after a round of fierce bidding, the girl was actually bought by a wretched old man.

Feng Yi felt helpless, how many more auctions like this were there going to be? In the previous hour, he couldn't say that the merchandise wasn't a good value for the price, but it was a pity that most of it was of no use to him. The auction quickly moved into its middle stage, and the items featured were much more intriguing than at the start, with everything from close-combat super-metal weapons to modified Mechas, truly a full array of options.

As the items continued to upscale, people's bids grew increasingly frenzied and impulsive. In the middle stage, the bids for some items were jumping by tens and tens, even Feng Yi couldn't help but slightly frown…

He didn't care about these people, what caught his attention were the few sitting silently in the back row, observing quietly without making a sound, especially the three men on the left and the two ladies on the right, whose eyes hadn't blinked once, indicating that the items thus far hadn't sparked their interest in the slightest. Such people seldom spoke, but once they did, they meant business. Therefore, to avoid conflicts, they would selectively forgo certain items and yield to each other, and TK was among them.

Another half-hour passed, and as the auction moved into its later stages, every item that appeared garnered immense attention.

The first item, a utility tool: Enhanced Vitalizer, bearing a certification mark from the Silver Alliance's genetic engineering experts, effect: when used, it could overdraw the body's vital potential within 5 minutes, rapidly stimulate metabolism, enhance bodily functions, and also had a life-saving effect on the human body.

Of course, this so-called resuscitation didn't mean literally bringing the dead back to life, it was ineffective for those with serious illnesses, but rather by rapidly stimulating metabolism and accelerating cellular activity, in other words, fatal wounds could visibly recover instantly, even if the heart was stabbed, the clotting proteins could repair the wound in a short time, thus it could also be called resuscitation.

Because the materials were precious and couldn't be mass-produced, this piece of biotechnology couldn't be widely used, which also forced Rekart to abandon this project. Perhaps in a few hundred years, humanity might crack higher-end DNA codes, but for now, they were truly powerless.

The moment the effect was revealed, it stunned everyone… Good heavens, a miraculous potion capable of reviving the dead with a starting bid of only 1000, this was what countless people dreamt of and as soon as it appeared for 1000, someone immediately increased the bid tenfold, making it 10000 World Currency.

The magnates in the back could no longer sit still, and someone raised the bid to 20000 instantly.

"I bid a hundred thousand." Just then, a stylishly dressed, cool, and beautiful young woman with a cold face and lively eyes spoke up from the back row. Her beauty drew the heated gaze of many men; some peeked, some stared, some glanced sideways, while others swept, watched, and gazed attentively...

In the end, this woman who had never spoken before also freaking lost the bid. People thought that beauty and wealth often went hand in hand, that she would be the protagonist, but alas, the pretty girl turned out to be just a bystander, she could only offer 700000 World Currency, and was eventually overpowered by someone willing to pay a million.

This round, as rife with twists and turns as a death-match, could be described as thrilling. While the winner was quietly reveling in their victory, Feng Yi was silently shaking his head, lamenting the ancientness of human hearts in this vast world.

Alas, even if these tycoons possessed mountains of gold and silver, what of it? Sometimes their wealth couldn't compare with a working-class person struggling for a living. Why do people opt for such crooked paths instead of living a good life? Feng Yi found it hard to believe, if it were about information, there was hardly anyone more in the know than Eggy. How could such a potion exist? Of course, that's not to say it didn't exist at all, but its effects were far less exaggerated than described.

To put it another way, he had heard Blade Warriors provide a detailed explanation: to develop such a potion, human civilization would have to enter the era of consciousness and rise half a step further... and this half-step, was precisely the ten years that Blade Warriors mentioned. Unless a catastrophic war occurred leading to a breakthrough in human technology, even by her most extreme calculations, it would take at least ten years.

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