Extra Pages: The Author's Odyssey
Chapter 219: Auction [5]

The auctioneer, well-versed in orchestrating such intense proceedings, maintained an air of composed authority. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are witnessing history unfold before us. The bidding for [Healberry] has surpassed all expectations. Will any contender be willing to challenge this substantial offer?"

Silence hung in the air momentarily, creating a suspenseful atmosphere. The masked figures deliberated, weighing their options and considering the monumental significance of securing the mythical fruit.

"Number 11 bids 600 million C!"

A new contender emerged from the shadows, introducing another surge of excitement into the auction. The pursuit of [Healberry] had become a showcase of power, with each bid symbolizing not only a desire for healing but also a strategic move in the intricate dance of the black market.

"Number 36 bids 700 million C!"

The numbers climbed steadily, reflecting the escalating intensity of the competition. The masked bidders, driven by ambition and the potential benefits of [Healberry], engaged in a silent duel, their bids serving as declarations of influence within the clandestine world.

"Number 02 bids 800 million C!"

The bid marked a decisive moment, pushing the boundaries of the auction to new heights. The masked figures, their identities shrouded in secrecy, were now entangled in a financial showdown, each vying to claim the illustrious [Healberry].

The auctioneer's voice resonated with a hint of fascination. "Gentlemen and ladies, the bid has reached an astounding 800 million C. Will any contender be daring to challenge this remarkable offer for the legendary [Healberry]?"

As the masked bidders contemplated their next moves, I observed the unfolding spectacle with a calculating gaze. The black market, with its intricate dynamics and unspoken alliances, was witnessing a pivotal moment that could reshape the balance of power.

"Number 08 bids 900 million C!"

The escalation continued, with each bid pushing the boundaries of expectation. The competition for [Healberry] had transcended the realm of a mere transaction; it had become a symbol of influence, a testament to the masked figures' ability to navigate the intricate dance of secrecy and power.

As the bidding war for [Healberry] intensified, I found myself compelled to enter the fray. The significance of this mythical fruit wasn't lost on me – its potential to heal any curse or illness could be a game-changer for both personal and guild matters.

"Number 20 bids 1 billion C!"

My voice, disguised by the mask, joined the chorus of birds echoing through the hall. The stakes had reached a monumental point, and with each bid, the gravity of the situation intensified. The masked figures around me remained silent, their calculated moves hidden behind the façade of anonymity.

"Number 45 bids 1.2 billion C!"

The competition was fierce, and I could sense the determination in the air. The allure of [Healberry] had ignited a silent passion among the bidders, each driven by their motives, shrouded in secrecy.

"Number 03 bids 1.3 billion C!"

The numbers soared into the billions, and the atmosphere grew tense. I weighed the implications of pushing the bid further. The value of [Healberry] was immeasurable, and securing it would undoubtedly strengthen my position within the clandestine web of the black market.

"Number 12 bids 1.4 billion C!"

The stakes had never been higher, and the masked figures seemed locked in a silent struggle for dominance. My gaze shifted between the bidder numbers displayed on the screen, contemplating my next move.

"Number 20 bids 1.5 billion C!"

The decisive bid left a momentary hush in the hall. The gravity of the amount resonated through the auction space. All eyes, concealed behind masks, turned to the screen displaying bidder number 20– my strategic move had elevated the bidding war to a new pinnacle.

The auctioneer, with a touch of awe in his voice, declared, "Number 20 bids 1.5 billion C! Is there anyone brave enough to challenge this remarkable offer for the legendary [Healberry]?"

Silence engulfed the hall as the masked figures hesitated. The bidding war had reached its zenith, and with a sense of anticipation, I awaited the resolution of this clandestine duel for the coveted fruit.

As the auctioneer's voice echoed through the hall, the anticipation was palpable. The masked figures deliberated, their strategic minds calculating the worth of challenging the staggering bid for the legendary [Healberry]. The air seemed to hum with tension as the decision weighed heavily on their concealed identities.

Seconds stretched into a suspended moment, and then...

"Going once at 1.5 billion C!"

The auctioneer's proclamation hung in the air, a declaration of the imminent acquisition of [Healberry]. My heart pounded with a mixture of exhilaration and anticipation. The fruit's potential to cure any curse or illness held profound implications for the Sunless Guild and my endeavours.

"Going twice at 1.5 billion C!"

The masked figures remained silent, their hesitation amplifying the gravity of the bid. The screen displayed the bidder number 20, a symbol of the calculated move that had set the stage for this pivotal moment in the auction.

"Sold to bidder number 20 for 1.5 billion C!"

The finality of the auctioneer's announcement resonated through the hall. [Healberry] was now mine, a coveted asset with the power to reshape destinies. The masked figures were observed in silence, their contemplative presence adding an enigmatic layer to the clandestine proceedings.

With the acquisition secured, I felt a surge of accomplishment and the weight of responsibility. [Healberry] was not merely a rare fruit; it was a symbol of influence and a key to unlocking new possibilities.

'Yes! Finally, I got it! Although it was slightly more expensive than I expected it's alright. '

I finally have [Healberry].

"Sir, Please come this way to get your item." As I was celebrating inside, a man came to my side and said.

Like others, the man was wearing a dark cloak with a full black face mask.

"Okay, Let's go." Saying to that man I began to walk behind him toward the reception room.

First I have to pay 1.5billion C then I will get [Healberry] fruit. But with a VIP Membership card, I would get a 30% discount.

'I can't wait anymore!' I quickened walking peacefully and started to walk side by side with the black cloak man.