Bored Gamer in Other Worlds-Chapter 1066 Saint

Matthew couldn’t shake the feeling that every time he looked at his master, he was merely scratching the surface of an ocean of strength.

"Yes, I agree," Maxwell echoed, mirroring his partner’s assessment. He too observed our good gamer, feeling a mix of admiration and unease.

Judging by the extraordinary wealth displayed by their employer, it was clear that underestimating him would be a grave mistake.

The man exuded an air of nonchalance, but beneath that relaxed facade lay the potential for tremendous power—a realization that weighed heavily on both Maxwell and Matthew.

As they continued their walk, the atmosphere shifted from casual banter to one charged with anticipation.

The lively streets, filled with bustling merchants and excited shoppers, began to thin out.

As they ventured deeper into the heart of the city, the grand auction hall loomed ahead, its majestic structure demanding attention.

The building’s design was a stunning blend of elegance and strength, its towering pillars reaching toward the sky and adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of legendary battles and mythical creatures.

Shimmering gemstones embedded in the facade caught the light of the setting sun, casting a kaleidoscope of colors that danced across the cobblestone path.

Thirty minutes into their leisurely stroll, the quartet finally approached the entrance of the auction hall.

The air thickened with the intoxicating scent of rare artifacts and the excited chatter of bidders inside, each hoping to secure their own slice of fortune.

Maxwell and Matthew exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them; they both knew the significance of the event they were about to enter.

Inside, the atmosphere was electric, buzzing with the energy of eager bidders and the tantalizing promise of treasures waiting to be unveiled.

The expansive hall was filled with ornate displays showcasing an array of rare and powerful items—everything from exquisite gemstones to ancient scrolls, each with its own unique history and potential.

The murmurs of anticipation grew louder as the crowd eagerly awaited the commencement of the auction.

As they stepped inside, Maxwell couldn’t help but marvel at the opulence surrounding them. Although this was not his first time here but the place did not fail to awe him one more time.

Luxurious velvet drapes lined the walls, and golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the room.

His heart raced at the thought of what they might acquire today, while Matthew remained composed, his analytical mind assessing the atmosphere and the potential threats lurking within the crowd.

The two of them took a moment to survey the room, aware that their master was not to be underestimated, even if he seemed unassuming at first glance.

He stood confidently beside Jade, his presence commanding attention even amidst the dazzling array of treasures.

The duo radiated an aura that spoke of greatness, a perfect combination of beauty and power that drew the eyes of many.

As the auction began, the excitement reached a fever pitch. Each item that was presented elicited gasps of awe and bidding wars, showcasing the desperate desires of the cultivators in attendance.

The place was immense, teeming with at least thousands of people fervently bidding, creating a chaotic yet electrifying atmosphere.

The lively energy made the auction feel intense, excitement crackling in the air like static electricity.

Each item presented drew gasps of admiration and fervent bids, amplifying the spirited chaos around them.

Today, there were only 100 items up for bid, but our bored gamer seemed disinterested in the usual offerings, his eyes scanning the crowd as he waited for something that would truly capture his attention.

Soon enough, the moment arrived. "Our 91st item on the list: a Dao Essence Necklace! This immortal item blesses its wearer in body, spirit, and soul, automatically siphoning the spiritual essence between heaven and earth to grant its extraordinary effects. The starting bid is 1 million spirit stones," announced the auction host, his voice ringing through the hall like a clarion call. The words hung in the air, and a palpable excitement surged through the crowd. frёeωebɳovel.com

"Finally, a good item," our bored gamer smiled, a spark of interest lighting up his demeanor. His indifference vanished, replaced by a keen curiosity that hinted at the potential this necklace held.

"1 million and five!" Maxwell shouted, raising his number for all to see. The move was bold, but he was equally aware of the risks involved.

"2 million!" countered another bidder, his voice rising above the din of excitement, eager to seize the opportunity.

"5 million!" Maxwell declared, raising the stakes significantly. He knew his employer could easily afford it, so he shrugged off the extreme price he shouted, confidence radiating from him.

All eyes turned to him, and he fought to suppress a grin, reveling in the moment of being at the center of such a massive money pot.

"6 million!" another cultivator jumped in, his determination palpable as he sought to claim the necklace for himself.

"20 million!" Maxwell replied boldly, his voice cutting through the murmurs of the crowd like a blade, sending shockwaves through the audience.

"What a fucking waste of money!" someone in the crowd exclaimed, shaking their head in disbelief at the audacity of the bids.

"That party is loaded!" another voice chimed in, awe mixing with envy as they watched the spectacle unfold.

"I want to be a rich man too!" lamented another cultivator, eyes wide as they observed the epic display of wealth.

The atmosphere thickened with tension as the bids escalated, each declaration echoing off the ornate walls of the auction hall.

Whispers of admiration and incredulity swept through the crowd, fueling the fervor. Maxwell could see the envy in the eyes of those around him, and it only fueled his excitement further.

In the end, the necklace fell effortlessly into our bored gamer’s hands, the auctioneer’s hammer coming down with finality.

There was little suspense in this battle of riches; it was clear from the start that he would emerge victorious.

The audience erupted into a mix of applause and murmurs, many still grappling with the sheer scale of the bidding war they had just witnessed.