MMORPG: Birth of the World's Luckiest Player-Chapter 109: The Hammer Falls

"Eighty one million eight hundred thousand gold coins, Blaze Phoenix."

Blaze Phoenix glanced at the Wealth Leaderboard, his gaze steady and calculating. At this point, only he and Demonic Dragon still had the financial strength to fight for the Guild Creation Token. After a brief pause, he chose to raise the price one last time, hoping to pressure Demonic Dragon into retreating.

If Demonic Dragon truly gave up, the token would fall into Blaze Phoenix’s hands. Yet he felt no anxiety about the outcome. Backed by certain powerful figures, his funds were effectively limitless, and this amount of gold meant little to him. Securing the first Guild in Dominion would simply be a welcome bonus, one that could open a different path of development in the future.

"Eighty one million eight hundred thousand gold coins! Going once! Is there any further bid?"

Old Vine slowly swept his gaze across the Arena. Every player sat frozen in place, stunned into silence by the staggering price. In the vast and quiet space, only Old Vine’s voice echoed, each repetition of "eighty one million eight hundred thousand" making the number feel heavier and more oppressive.

"Eighty one million eight hundred thousand gold coins! Going twice! Is there any further bid?"

At this level, no one believed another bid would appear. It seemed inevitable that the Guild Creation Token would belong to Blaze Phoenix. Old Vine lifted the hammer slightly, ready to bring the auction to a close.

"Eighty two million gold coins, Demonic Dragon."

The calm but resolute voice cut through the tension. Demonic Dragon still had gold to spare, and he had no intention of backing down. As long as there was even the slightest chance, quitting was not an option.

"Eighty two million gold coins! Going once! Is there any further bid?"

"Eighty two million gold coins! Going twice! Is there any further bid?"

Countless eyes locked onto the bidding screen, waiting for Blaze Phoenix’s response. The air felt tight, as though everyone was holding their breath.

"Eighty two million gold coins! Going three times!"

To the shock of the entire Arena, Blaze Phoenix did not bid again. The dominant and unpredictable figure simply remained silent, his name no longer appearing on the screen. Whether it was a sudden change of strategy or a calculated withdrawal, no one could tell, but his absence allowed Old Vine to complete the count without interruption.

"Sold for eighty two million gold coins!"

Bang!

The hammer came down sharply, sealing the result. The Guild Creation Token had officially fallen into Demonic Dragon’s hands.

"Black Dragon is invincible! Black Dragon is number one! Hail the Supreme Black Dragon!"

"Black Dragon is invincible! Black Dragon is number one! Hail the Supreme Black Dragon!"

"Black Dragon is invincible! Black Dragon is number one! Hail the Supreme Black Dragon!"

As Old Vine’s final declaration echoed through the Arena, Demonic Dragon, seated in the VIP Section, finally allowed himself to relax. The tension drained from his face, replaced by an unrestrained smile. He stood, walked toward the auction block, raised the Guild Creation Token high, and acknowledged the crowd with confidence.

In the stands, the members of the Black Dragon Mercenary Group exploded with excitement. Their cheers thundered through Dragon’s Peak Citadel as they celebrated the birth of what would become the first Guild in Dominion. Pride, triumph, and unshakable confidence filled their voices, drowning out all other sounds.

Across the Arena, the leaders of the other Guilds watched in silence. The overwhelming display of unity and dominance left a deep impression on them all. Defeat tasted bitter, mixing regret with resentment, yet beneath it all was a sharp sense of indignation they could not easily swallow.

"Damn it!"

InfernoRider001, known for his volatile temper, slammed his fist down onto his chair, cursing without restraint as he watched the token claimed by their rival. What a waste. He had eighty one million two hundred twenty thousand gold coins. Just a little more, and the Guild Creation Token would have been his.

Nearby, Hexium sat perfectly still. On the surface, he appeared calm, but his face was colder and more rigid than ever.

He had already lost the moment the price crossed eighty million. From that point on, he no longer had the right to compete. His hands clenched slowly, nails digging into his palms. How could his pride accept such a defeat? In silence, he swore that in the days to come, he would reveal his true strength and make these so called ants understand exactly who they were dealing with.

"Master, the gold has been converted."

Hexium shot a sharp glare at the late arrival, ShadowWhisper. If they had not been in public, he would have already slapped him across the face or driven a kick straight into his jaw. His efficiency was unbearable. Too slow, always too slow. What use was converted gold now, after everything was already decided?

"Heh..."

From a secluded corner, hidden deep within the shadows, Blaze Phoenix let out a quiet chuckle as he observed the frustrated and seething Guild leaders.

This was exactly the outcome he had been aiming for.

Driving the auction price to absurd heights was only the surface of his plan. What he truly wanted was far more destructive. He intended to twist the United State’s top Guilds into a broken, hostile system, one filled with suspicion, resentment, and internal strife. If everything went as planned, the region would descend into chaos, Guilds turning on one another until they tore themselves apart from the inside.

No matter who won the Guild Creation Token, the victor would inevitably be the most ambitious and powerful force in the Western Region. Blaze Phoenix could not allow such a Guild to surge ahead unchecked and establish absolute dominance.

What he needed was balance.

The strong had to be restrained, prevented from racing too far ahead, while the weaker forces had to be encouraged, pushed to challenge those above them. Only then could the US remain in constant conflict, its Guilds locked in endless competition, with no single ruler ever able to stand unchallenged.

Because of that, the newly established Black Dragon Guild was now his enemy.

Blaze Phoenix did not care that his actions had earned him their hatred. In fact, seeing the resentment brewing among the other Guilds toward Black Dragon only confirmed his success. The moment the token changed hands, the war had already begun, and the future promised nothing but chaos and excitement.

Now, the question was what came next.

The remaining High Golden equipment was certain to ignite another fierce struggle. Should he continue pushing the prices higher, adding fuel to the fire and stirring even more conflict among these Guilds?

A strange, wicked smile spread across Blaze Phoenix’s face, filled with quiet satisfaction. Unfortunately, no one else was able to see it.

"Friends, the Guild Creation Token has found its owner," Old Vine announced loudly. "We wish the Black Dragon Guild a prosperous future. Next, we will proceed with another major auction event, the four pieces of High Golden equipment."

"Four pieces of High Golden equipment? I thought there were only two. How did it become four?"

"Four pieces? Is he bluffing, or does he really have that many?"

"Four High Golden items? What are the extra two? I can’t wait!"

The Guilds that had failed to secure the Token had nearly left the auction in frustration, their pride badly wounded. Only the remaining two High Golden items had kept them in their seats. Now that the number had doubled, their disappointment was quickly replaced with renewed excitement. What other treasures was Old Vine hiding?

Once the murmurs and chatter reached a fever pitch, Old Vine raised his hand and continued.

"Friends, the attributes of the four pieces of High Golden equipment are now displayed on the main screen."

The massive display within the Arena instantly lit up, revealing the images and detailed attributes of Marcus’s four High Golden items: the War Bear Armor, Cabaro’s Greataxe, the Stormstrike Staff, and the Black Iron Spiked Club. Every player could clearly see each piece in full detail.

"Those stats are insane!"

"The Stormstrike Staff, I need it!"

"I love big weapons, that Black Iron Spiked Club is mine!"

Compared to the Guild Creation Token, these four pieces of High Golden equipment felt far more tangible and immediately useful to the players in the Arena. Desire burned in their eyes as they imagined wielding such powerful gear.

Unfortunately for them, the major Guilds were no less shaken. Equipment of this caliber represented a massive leap in strength. There was no doubt these items would end up in the hands of the wealthiest and most powerful factions.

The only question left was which Guild would emerge victorious from this next battle.