Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

Chapter 38: 38: Sold to Who Exactly?

The item was sold?

Someone bought it?

No… that wasn't what happened.

Just as the Auctioneer was about to complete his statement, the glass encasing the sword exploded under the immense force of Nameful's fist. Shards of crystal scattered through the air like rain, sending gasps throughout the room.

The Auctioneer flinched, along with the audience, stunned by the audacity of her actions. Why had she done that? The shock rippled through the crowd, halting everything. All eyes zeroed in on her, waiting for an explanation.

'Damn it! What is this girl thinking?' Nameless's mind raced, but his face, hidden behind his mask, betrayed nothing. 'Is she trying to get us banned? Or worse, bankrupt?' Panic surged in him, though he maintained an outward calm. If things went south, he was prepared to sell Nameful to the house as a slave and cut his losses. His thoughts were cut off by her voice.

"You all think this is just a simple weapon?" Nameful began, her voice sharp, commanding attention. She strode forward, her hand gripping the sword's hilt with rough authority. "A simple blade forged by an ordinary blacksmith?" Her gaze swept the crowd, now enthralled by her brazen confidence.

The audience, including the Auctioneer, gradually regained composure, but confusion lingered. What was she getting at?

Nameless's eyes narrowed beneath his mask. He began to understand what she was attempting, but the path she was treading was risky. Still, the strategy had potential.

Nameful raised the sword, which towered over her by several feet. "This is not just a sword that slashes and kills." She hoisted it into the air, her muscles straining slightly. A thin veil of sweat shimmered on her brow as she called upon her mana, letting it flood into the weapon.

The room collectively held its breath as the sword began to emit green fumes, an eerie energy swirling from the blade. The air around it thickened with power, and even from the back of the room, the audience could sense the raw, palpable mana pulsing from the weapon.

Nameless smirked beneath his mask. 'So that's her play... She's giving them a taste of the sword's true value. Clever. She's raising the stakes—forcing them to reconsider and driving the bid higher.'

He shifted his gaze to the audience. Their eyes gleamed with hunger, hands itching to place higher bids. Nameful had ensnared them with her performance, the once-quiet crowd now buzzing with renewed anticipation.

"This is more than a blade. It's a relic of immense power, something any of you would be lucky to possess," Nameful declared boldly, her voice carrying across the room.

"Two million!" A familiar voice shattered the tension. Of all people, it was Trisha who opened the bidding, her face alight with desperation.

"Five million!" Williams followed, his voice thick with determination. He didn't seem willing to back down, glaring daggers at Nameful, the very person who had ignited this frenzy.

"Fifteen million Kyota!" Another voice boomed from the rear, causing heads to turn.

"Eighteen million Kyota!" Trisha chimed in again, her desperation visibly growing.

The bids escalated rapidly, twenty, thirty, and then fifty million Kyota. The room was a whirlwind of raised paddles and shouted numbers. The tension was palpable, with some bidders reluctantly stepping down, while others, like Trisha and Williams, pushed their limits.

Nameless grinned beneath his mask. 'This is going better than expected. Soon they'll be begging to buy from me directly.'

"Two hundred million Kyota!" A deep voice echoed across the auction hall, drawing everyone's gaze to the source.

Thor, regal in his velvet chair, finally raised his paddle. His presence had been looming over the room all night, and now, he had made his move. The crowd collectively held its breath. Thor's wealth and influence were legendary, and the air grew thick with awe and fear.

"Three hundred million Kyota!" Williams' voice trembled as he raised his paddle again. He was feeling the strain, pushing past his financial limits.

"Five hundred million!" Trisha's voice broke slightly as she upped the ante, the sheer desperation evident in her tone. She was burning through her reserves faster than anyone else.

"Eight hundred million." Thor's voice was as calm as ever, his paddle raised nonchalantly, as if the price meant nothing to him. He hadn't even broken a sweat, unlike the others who were visibly shaken. His wealth was as deep as his calm, a king in every sense, unbothered by the escalating chaos around him.

Nameless couldn't hold back his joy any longer. 'Forget about the original plan! Nameful just turned me into a rich man. This amount could last me and my family for years.' He could already feel the weight of wealth settling on his shoulders. Thor's bid had crushed the competition, but then…

"One billion Kyota!" Williams, drenched in sweat, stood defiantly. His voice carried a weight of finality. He was not going to back down. Not this time.

The entire room fell into a stunned silence. One billion Kyota. The sheer amount echoed in the minds of everyone present. Some began to recline in their chairs, while others stared blankly at their phones, unsure of how to react to the madness that had just unfolded.

'I just spent a fortune on this sword... But no matter, it will be worth it. I will prove my dominance, and this weapon will be the crown jewel in my collection.' Williams smirked to himself, already imagining the prestige it would bring him. He glanced around, hoping, deep down, that someone would challenge his bid, but no one did.

"Going once."

"Going twice…"

"No! I'm not done!" Williams's voice cracked, but no one else moved. The silence in the room felt heavy, like a final exhale.

"Sold to the hunter in red!" The Auctioneer slammed his gavel, sealing the deal.

Nameful gently placed the sword back on its pedestal, her expression unreadable as she returned to Nameless.

"Sorry," she muttered under her breath, visibly annoyed. "That bastard still got the sword, and he spent a fortune on it."

Nameless chuckled, low and sinister. His mask only added to the eerie sound of his laughter. "You've done well, Nameful. Thanks to you, I've killed two birds with one stone. These fools are now desperate. They'll want my contact, hoping I have more weapons like this one.

And on top of that... I'm rich now."

Nameful stared at him, incredulous. "That's what you're happy about?"

"Hehehe… Velerium," Nameless addressed his familiar, still cackling. "Now, onto the next part of my plan."

"That's it, Master," Velerium's voice echoed from the shadows, joining in the sinister laughter. "The laughter of a true god."

Nameless's eyes gleamed. This was only the beginning.