Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: The Auction Begins
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💬 Hadal 📌 Post — Tree Tree [Working is fucking annoying] But I already got paid. So now I have to do the job. But working is sooooo annoying. Someone do it for me. [Upvotes 0] [Downvotes 0] — e1r0 ㅗ — Tree Tree Suddenly picking a fight and talking shit. — e1r0 Thought you were some hotshot anon, but you're just a wage slave. — Tree Tree I am a company man, employed by my employer. — e1r0 Then go do your damn job already. — Tree Tree Hing. — Rice Swindler Rice Swindler Tree bro, how much did you get paid? — Tree Tree 30 — Rice Swindler Rice Swindler That's all you got? — Tree Tree Oh, 3 billion. — Rice Swindler Rice Swindler ? — e1r0 ? — Tree Tree You think I'd work for a measly 300,000 won? Who the hell thinks that's worth shit? — Rice Swindler Rice Swindler Fair point. "Tree Tree, maybe put the community away now."
A soft, clear voice tapped gently against my ear while I was cackling to myself after posting some shit on Hadal.
I turned toward the source of the voice and saw Camellia Flower standing there with a kind smile.
"Tch... Fine. Can I at least listen to music?"
"As long as it doesn't interfere with the job."
"Got it."
Right now, I was lying hidden on the ceiling inside the auction house.
I'd set up my sniper spot and was giggling to myself... but damn, tch.
How the hell did this Camellia Flower guy sneak up here alone?
"So, anyone who acts too rowdy, I can just kill them, right?"
"That's correct."
I can't even tell you how shocked I was when Camellia Flower first told me that.
It's basically saying I can kill whoever I want on a whim. What if I accidentally off the wrong person?
"I know better than anyone that you're not the type to do that, Tree Tree."
"...You sure talk a good game."
"Huh? I'm serious."
...What the hell are you even saying?
"Whatever. Get lost before someone notices."
"Truth be told, I'd love to stick around, but the auction's about to start... no helping it. Take care of things for the next six hours, Tree Tree. Oh, the bathroom's the women's one down there..."
"I know, so just fuck off already."
I shoved him away with both hands, and Camellia Flower left with a laughing "Understood~."
Haa... Finally gone.
"What time is it now..."
7:32 PM.
Auction starts at 8:30 PM.
58 minutes left?
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 💬 Hadal 📌 Post — Tree Tree [Aaaaaah I want chicken so baaad~] One chicken, two chickens, three chickens, four chickens, five chickens, six chickens, seven... — Buer You can't even finish one chicken anyway, you always order half. — Tree Tree True. — Buer You always order a whole one and can't even finish half before huffing and puffing. What chicken nonsense is this? — Tree Tree True. ◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Thud, thud.
"Hello, everyone."
Beneath the bustling Seomun Market lay a massive underground space.
At its heart was a colossal circular auction hall that could seat 8,000 people.
In the center stood a huge hydraulic lift for displaying items, with a spacious backstage area behind it.
Up front, thousands of people sat in their assigned seats, quietly gazing up at the auction stage.
"I'm the overseer of this auction, Camellia Flower. Those of you from Hadal know me well, right? Of course, we've got Black Society folks, mafia, and yakuza here too, so no chit-chat. Got it?"
Atop the auction platform stood a masked man introducing himself as Camellia Flower.
He basked in the crowd's attention, his movements precise and polished.
With his light, casual tone, Camellia Flower drew reactions from the audience.
The crowd responded with light chuckles.
"Alright then, shall we kick things off energetically today?"
Clap clap— As Camellia Flower clapped, the auction floor split open, and a tank began rising from the gap.
From the dark ceiling below, bathed in spotlights, emerged a single tank.
"I never imagined we'd actually get our hands on one of these."
Atop the tank fluttered the Stars and Stripes alongside the U.S. Department of Defense emblem.
"The U.S. military's active main battle tank, the M1 Abrams."
Its massive treads, imposing barrel, and the sturdy machine gun mounted on top.
One of the world's finest tanks, still sold and deployed in conflicts worldwide: the M1 Abrams.
"Normally, we'd save something like this for later, but we've got a ton of stock today. Gotta move fast."
The audience burst into laughter at Camellia Flower's words.
Savoring their reaction, he strolled the stage and began the auction.
"Starting bid: 2 billion won."
-2.5 billion!
-3 billion!
-3.9 billion!
-5.1 billion!
-8.5 billion!
The arrival of one of the world's mightiest tanks—an M1 Abrams capable of turning an A-rank monster into mincemeat—ignited greed in the bidders' eyes.
-10 billion!
-12 billion!
-15 billion!
As greed turned to desire, and desire to possessiveness...
-19 billion!
-21 billion!
-29 billion!
-31 billion!
The bids skyrocketed in a frenzy.
-40 billion!
"40 billion won! Anyone higher?"
-...
"Sold for 40 billion won."
Thud—
The tank, which had fetched over twenty times its starting bid, descended via the hydraulic lift.
Someone in the crowd beamed with ecstatic joy.
"We've still got nine more Abrams left. No need to worry, folks."
Camellia Flower smirked slyly, reading their expressions.
The night at Seomun Market was far from over.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Alright, that wraps up the tanks. Drugs later... Now, shall we bring out the main attraction of this auction?"
After the auctions for T-34s, Panthers, Maus, and Abrams ended, Camellia Flower flashed a capitalist grin and dropped a tantalizing hint.
The crowd's attention snapped to him at the mention of the "main item."
Clap—
Seizing the moment, Camellia Flower promptly unveiled the item.
-Ooooh!
-No way, is that...?
The stage floor parted, and under the lights rose a certain object.
Flawless porcelain skin, an alluring dress exposing her chest, armpits, legs, and thighs. Black stockings and heels tailored to specific fetishes.
And above the neck... nothing at all, an eerie void.
"Behold, the highlight of this auction: the body of Sword Princess, former A-rank hunter from Lotus Guild."
-Wooooah!
The mere words "Sword Princess's body" sent the crowd into a frenzy.
Though life had left her, her voluptuous figure still gleamed undimmed, her seductive, fox-like limbs stirring lust in men and women alike.
Faceless, she became a canvas for every fantasy.
"Perfect for necromancers, black mages, corpse lovers, alchemists—top quality all around. Let the auction for Sword Princess Seo Ye-rang's body... begin."
Amid cheers from those entranced by the beautiful corpse, Seo Ye-rang's auction commenced.
"Starting bid... 1 won."
-!?
The absurd starting price kicked things off.
-5 won!
-10 won!
Lowlifes swarmed, thinking maybe me? thanks to the ridiculous 1-won start.
-100,000 won!
-500,000 won!
-2 million won!
Then bids jumped units to shake off the riffraff.
-400 million!
-1.2 billion!
-3.7 billion!
-7 billion!
-15 billion!
Skipping millions entirely, they plunged into billions.
-50 billion!
-50.1 billion!
-50.3 billion!
-50.4 billion!
-50.6 billion!
A small skirmish of incremental bids seemed underway.
-500 billion.
The sudden 500 billion declaration silenced everyone.
3, 2, 1.
Thud—
"Sold! Sword Princess Seo Ye-rang's body goes for 500 billion won."
-Ah, ahahaha, i-it's mine now. F-from now on, I'll... I'll cherish you so much... Sword Princess, my Sword Princess... I'll take good care of you hehehehe...
Thus, Sword Princess Seo Ye-rang's body fell to a deeply suspicious-looking woman.
The suspicious woman rose from her seat and, guided by staff, headed somewhere.
Over 170 cm tall, with a superior build that could slap an idol across the face five times over, ample breasts, and a slim figure—she strode toward the corpse with a sadistic grin. A grotesque sight.
The moment she moved to collect her prize backstage...
Shing—!
Yakuza wielding swords appeared out of nowhere, blocking her path.
They swung at the woman immediately.
The guiding staffer reacted swiftly, but—
Krunch—!
The yakuza split the staffer's head without flinching.
As one yanked his blade free from the bisected skull to swing at her—
Bang—!
A gunshot rang out.
Krunch—!
A yakuza's neck exploded.
Bang—! Bang—! Bang—!
Three more shots from the ceiling.
Each bullet pierced two yakuza heads.
Striking vitals—heads, hearts, throats—the rounds turned the yakuza into ground meat.
How many shots were fired?
The yakuza chunks rolled across the floor.
Clap—
Camellia Flower clapped, summoning new staff to clean up and escort the woman.
"A little disturbance there. Let's change the mood, shall we? Next up, Blue Mist straight from South America..."
The auction resumed.
Anew, atop the revolting corpse, people waved bundles of cash to claim their prizes.
"Ugh, that was close. I just went to the bathroom, and this shit happens? What are the other guards doing?"
Up on the auction hall ceiling, a sniper in underwear—pants barely pulled up—surveyed the scene, dripping cold sweat.