"The second auction will soon begin. Players, please enter the venue two hours early and proceed to the temporarily opened auction area..." The loudspeaker in the sky repeated the announcement.

The people on the ground formed streams, pouring into the hundred thousand entry passages.

The chatting channel in the Main God World was going crazy:

[Hakimi (Second Rank Adventurer Player): I saw the teaser the Number One Player posted on the forum, it's a multi-racial world! It seems impressive, but I feel like I'm just a Slime, Goblin, or Paru, only able to envy others' lives as heroes while I remain a roadside mob... Sigh.]

[What a Big Tree (Second Rank Forging Series Player): Has anyone picked up a memory fragment from a top player? Can you share it?]

[I Shall Ultimately Reach the Other Shore (No Identity): I picked up Lu's... but I dare not share, it's too terrifying, I'm afraid of revenge.]

[I Want to Synthesize Rainbow Stickiness (Third Rank Pharmacist): Why are you able to pick it up?]

[Please Don't Skew Boss Rabbit (Third Rank Adventurer Player): Maybe his house got sunk in the river.]

[Black Beef Ribs Are Really Delicious (Second Rank Embedder): Many people on the forum have shared memory fragments, it's thrilling to see the memories of top players. Mizushima Kawa Sora was so dark when she was young. Yet, I haven't seen any from Su Ming'an. Did no one pick up Su Ming'an's?]

[I Am Su Wensheng's Cat (Third Rank Forging Master): Everyone's childhood seems to be very happy.]

...

"Swoosh——!"

A flash of white light, and Su Ming'an found himself in a separate entry passage.

A woman in a crimson uniform was waiting there, her brown-black curly hair styled in a single braid draping over her left shoulder.

"Sir, long time no see." Little Na gave a poised smile, bowing to him: "I'm still your personal secretary, let's go, please follow me to your auction room."

Su Ming'an frowned: "Can I refuse? That big glass room is really..."

"You are a noble Sixth Rank Ruler, being visible to a billion people at a glance is the honor you deserve." Little Na chuckled lightly, hiding her mouth: "You should prepare for our meeting, we have coveted your... authority for a long time."

Her words were blunt, her gaze even revealing greed. But Su Ming'an sensed that she was still fearful of something within him.

"Besides Boss Rabbit, how many of you are there?" he asked.

"Not many, sir." Little Na said as they walked: "It's worth mentioning that the gentleman surnamed Noel will also be present."

"Noel?" Su Ming'an asked in surprise.

"It's Dieying." Little Na said: "Noel's surname is Agnini, Dieying's surname is Noel—of course, that's according to Dieying himself. In fact, he should also be Agnini. Who knows if he intentionally wants to distinguish himself? Or perhaps it's the Noah within him that dominates, so he thinks his surname is Noel?"

Su Ming'an was truly surprised that even the unassuming Dieying was present. How did he blend in?

Could it be... Noel's instigation?

"Dieying's target shouldn't be me anymore, even his own house is about to be burned down." Su Ming'an said.

"Who knows." Little Na gave a mysterious smile: "May I ask, what do you think of him?"

In the silent transparent passage, Su Ming'an lifted his head.

"I would prefer Noel to swallow him." Su Ming'an said: "From my standpoint, I won't have a favorable impression of Invaders. His seemingly noble goal cannot offset the crime of invasion he's committed. Many people on my ring have died because of him."

Little Na nodded: "I see..."

The noise grew louder as they stepped into the venue.

"Clatter——"

This was an outdoor-style auction, with an overall sunken ring shape, and in the center was a floating auction platform. Over a billion Adventurer Players were already seated, and the auction used spatial technology to accommodate this crowd.

Only Adventurer Players could enter without a ticket. Casual Players needed to buy tickets, or they could only watch live in tea houses or pubs.

Peak, top, first rank, second rank, third rank, fourth rank. A total of six grades, with varying levels of seating spaciousness and comfort.

——And the conspicuous "No.1 Player" glass room, flaunting its position at the top, where everyone could see the sofa and long table inside. The differential treatment was obvious, but this time, no one shouted "Number One Player is the organizer's lackey" anymore.

Although there were still some trolls on the world forum insisting on dissent, those who accused Su Ming'an of being a traitor were becoming fewer and would be attacked en masse.

"Sir, shall we go in now?" Little Na asked softly.

"Wait a moment, I want to observe." Su Ming'an wanted to see who these dark horse players were. The world rankings were changing significantly this time, with many people he had never seen before, now being a good time to take a look.

At that moment, reporters were interviewing Adventurer Players—this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to interact. Especially with a few peak players.

"——A quick interview, Mr. Yi Song. After months of effort, you've finally entered the top ten, even becoming world fourth, surpassing Mizushima Kawa Sora. Do you have anything to say?"

The most eye-catching was a man surrounded by reporters with long lenses. He wore a gentlemanly hat in English style, adorned with a blue rose at its brim, and his gray-blue hair was slicked back with hair wax. His outfit of a shirt and vest highlighted his slender figure, making him appear to be a person who valued his appearance greatly. Both his earrings, brooch, and cufflinks were exceptionally well-coordinated.

"Miss Mizushima is an outstanding person. Unfortunately, she's always just a little short... perhaps it's luck, perhaps ability... just a little short." Yi Song's voice was extremely magnetic: "She missed the Full Perfect Clear. Seeing Miss Lighthouse fall, I am somewhat saddened."

"You mentioned the term 'Miss Lighthouse,' so you are also aware of the related remarks about the Number One Player?" The reporters' ears perked up excitedly when they heard the keyword.

"No one wouldn't be aware, as long as they live in this world game." Yi Song shrugged: "But I have no sense of rivalry. In the Tenth World, I just had good luck, which got me a decent result."

"It's said you have over a dozen lovers, and that you have ambiguous relationships with all of them, is this true?" Someone threw out a tricky question.

"Spreading rumors will get your tongue cut, you know?" Yi Song blinked charmingly, suddenly saying.

In the next moment, the reporter took a step back, his face flushed with fear. Clearly, no one had threatened him, yet he seemed as if he were choking, his face turning red.

Other people shot puzzled glances over, unsure of what Yi Song had done.

Yi Song's smile remained elegant as he casually explained: "I provide them reliance, and they give me emotional value. Rather than indecent ambiguity, I prefer to think of our relationship more like that between a psychological emotional doctor and patients."

Clearly speaking like a jerk, Yi Song seriously emphasized this concept, as if he truly had no emotional desires.

"I heard that in the Seventh World, you were juggling over a dozen relationships, causing many Soul Hunts and Soul Clan members to fight over you, regardless of age or gender. Do you have anything to say about this?" someone asked.

Yi Song laughed and said, "Everyone is just friends, you know, what's all this 'competition' talk? They simply want to have a chat with me, the emotional doctor, discuss life's philosophy, worldly matters, personal feelings. But my time is limited, I can't handle so many people at once, so they ended up fighting. Speaking of which, I am deeply sinful; if only I had more energy, I wish everyone could be happy..."

He sighed and appeared genuinely remorseful, as if the worldly morals had no place in him.

Su Ming'an watched this scene, silent and mute. He had long known that the players ranked at the top were somewhat unhinged. After all, only lunatics are better suited to lunatic games, but he didn't expect it to reach such an extent.

"Is he really..." Su Ming'an asked.

"I know what you're asking. He genuinely has no emotional desires toward those dozen or so lovers," Little Na said. "He firmly believes he's an emotional doctor. But in worldly views, he is indeed a Sea King, as he allowed the other party to be considered a lover."

"Sea Kings are truly terrifying."

Su Ming'an shook his head and directly shifted his gaze to another person —

Ranked sixth in the world, Lunxue, occupation Guardian Angel.

She wore her white, straight long hair in a princess cut; waterfall-like strands reaching her waist, dressed in a white chiffon long gown, quietly resembling a white cream cake.

"Hello, Ms. Lunxue, there's some skepticism about your Full Perfect Clear, implying you might have gotten through by mingling, any thoughts?" a reporter asked.

Lunxue lowered her head and pondered for a long time, "I don't wish to compete for anything, rankings are meaningless, everyone is very nice."

"Do you have anything to say to the other peak players?" the reporter pursued.

Lunxue lowered her head again, seemingly carefully choosing her words: "...No."

"What's your opinion on the Tenth World?" the reporter asked.

"Everyone is working hard for the world, I like it very much."

"Do you have anything to say to the Number One Player?" the reporter asked again.

"...He's very good." Lunxue appeared utterly detached, like a high school student whose spirit had deteriorated to the extreme.

Su Ming'an roughly understood what kind of person Lunxue was. He shifted his gaze to the last peak player present —

A girl with short red hair at ear-length was running around with a camera, even the ten plus reporters behind her couldn't catch up. It was said her age had already surpassed forty, yet she still retained the vibrancy of a young girl.

She was ranked eighth, Zhao Yuan, occupation Photographer. She carried a camera that was a Purple Grade equipment. As long as she pressed the shutter, she could record others' actions and 'replicate,' forcibly changing their immediate actions.

"Hello, can I collect a stamp?" she approached Bei Wang.

The drowsy Bei Wang blinked at her, uttering indistinctly, "...huh?"

"Just let me take a picture of you. You're so cute, let me take a photo, please?" Zhao Yuan squinted and smiled.

Lu from the back row reached out and immediately tilted her camera away.

"Bei Wang, if she captures you head-on, she can 'replicate' you at any time, changing your actions. She might even photoshop you into all kinds of twisted poses," Lu said. "Zhao Yuan, you are a dark horse among the rankings, yet have never captured a photo of a peak player. Now I'm telling you — not a single photo is allowed."

Zhao Yuan's eyes lit up slightly as she approached Lu, "Huh? It's the famed Lical Bos. The reputation of your family rings so loudly that my father has received quite a bit of your kindness... May I take a photo of you? Although you might not be as cute as Bei Wang, my collection lacks someone like you."

Clearly talking about a lack of photos, it seemed like she was saying, "If only I could keep you forever..." such terrifying words.

Su Ming'an initially thought this was a normal person, only to find out that something was still off, clearly everyone was going crazy.

— Clearly, he himself was so normal; why was it that the people he saw were all abnormal? He truly couldn't comprehend.

Seeing that the time was approaching, he stepped into the venue.

In the next instant,

Thunderous screams nearly deafened him.

"— Uhh ah! Su Ming'an! Su Ming'an is here!!"

"— Oh gosh, lights!"

"— Where is it, let me see! The master is here! Hum ah ah ah ah!"

"— Are your antics really necessary..."

"— Young people are energetic, haha, but this is not necessarily bad, the people in the Ruined World are even crazier than us, at least Su Ming'an in our eyes is still human, not God..."

Fortunately, with Little Na's space shield, people couldn't rush up like piranhas, they could only shout and screech. In an instant, hundreds of microphones crowded outside the space shield, faces jostling to get closer.

"— Hello, Number One Player! Would you be willing to do an interview? We are reporters from the Yu Country alliance, aware of some family details of Noel Agnini..."

"— Number One Player, this is Loksa from the Peace Alliance, what are your thoughts on the rankings dark horse..."

"— Hello, Number One Player, peak player Lv Shu used your follower yesterday to kill seventeen members of the Ancient Martial Alliance. Does this imply you acquiesce to using violence within the Main God World, taking lives, aiding and abetting?"

"— Hello, Number One Player, we wish to collaborate with you, offering you points and equipment..."

"— Number One Player, the president of the New World Guild has not appeared in many days, does this mean he has defected to High Dimensions? You once said you trust him, but what if he finally turns sword against you, could your trust lead to humanity's failure, are you prepared to bear the cost of trusting him..."

"— Hello, Number One Player, I am the surrounding manager for the Qianze House. We have some rather bold merch available here, would you be interested..."

"— Su Ming'an, I am your dog..."

"— Number One Player, do you have any news of Edward? This is the 'Edward Corpse Whipping Association,' we require your assistance..."

Little Na guided him all the way forward, gradually passing through these noisy clamorings.

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