On the day of the auction that Minos had been waiting for, his group gathered in this city at the end of the day and headed to the place where the auction would be held.

The place looked like a typical auction house, with VIP areas for the most important people there to attend the event with some privacy and high-quality service, while a large common area was available for the interested in the event, among the more ordinary group.

In the center of the building was a grandiose platform, where the lighting favored certain parts of it, demonstrating the opulence of the auction house, while staff stood here and there.

Many aliens were already sitting in the common area, chatting among themselves or between groups, waiting for the items to be auctioned off.

As with any auction, there were a few items that everyone expected to be auctioned off, including the main artifacts of the evening, which were the real draw for the crowds.

In a way, the major items of the evening drew the attention, and the secondary items brought in the profits for establishments like this.

Regardless of whether it was an auction in Zocarro or any other world, this was how auctions were organized.

As soon as he arrived with his group, Minos took his place in a private area, looking forward to the artifacts and the evening, but also preparing himself for the problems that might arise after the auction.

He couldn’t fight Sovereigns from Zocarro as strong as those he had faced in The Enchanted Realm. There was a vast difference between the beings who cultivated in these two worlds. However, he could already fight against high-level individuals at the 11th stage.

He was confident in his group’s strength because this was an island where, aside from the natives, most of the people were newcomers to Zocarro, who didn’t understand things as well as the natives and weren’t as strong as the natives.

At the end of the day, even though Zocarro was impressive, only a fraction of the population made it to the end of the 11th stage—the necessary to scare the group.

With that in mind, Minos wasn’t tense while his companions looked around, chatted among themselves, and waited for the auction to begin.

With the auction house full, the auctioneer would soon take his place in the center of the platform, wishing those present a good evening before starting the event with a simple presentation.

“…Today we have several items up for bid I believe are very important to Sovereigns. First, I present the Eternal Storm Bow.

Amidst the dark areas of the platform, an item appeared, revealed by the surrounding lights.

All eyes turned to the bow, which was made of some kind of powerful metal alloy that seemed to be a mixture of wood and metal, with veins of electricity pulsing at its core.

It glowed a deep, iridescent blue, and ancient runes glowed with a silver light along its surface. The bowstring is made of an ethereal, almost invisible material that vibrates with energy.

“This Eternal Storm Bow is a legendary artifact forged by a high-level 11th stage blacksmith and imbued with the power of the laws. It can channel the energy of storms, allowing its wielder to fire arrows imbued with the devastating forces of nature.”

The people in the area reacted to the first item of the evening with murmurs of surprise, and here and there a “wow” could be heard from the mouths of mid-level Sovereigns.

If the first item of the evening was so impressive, the final auction items would truly change the reality of their future buyers!

“Legend has it that the Eternal Storm Bow was forged by the God of Storms for a mortal warrior who fought to protect his world from demonic invasion. This warrior used the bow to summon powerful storms that decimated the enemy armies and saved his kingdom.” Said one alien who heard the story of this famous weapon in his galaxy.

Many of the items auctioned in this house were of alien origin. As a result, some aliens in the area understood more about their origins than others.

“That sounds interesting.” Gloria commented to her group as she heard the story of this item from one of the spectators in the room next to theirs.

“Do you think it’s compatible with you?” Minos asked as he looked at her.

With an innate ability related to mercury, something she had used many times in the past to create mercury arrows, Gloria felt a certain compatibility with the first auction artifact of the night.

“Maybe.”

“This item starts at 1 million Qilnats, with a minimum bid increase of 50,000 Qilnats.”

“That’s really expensive…” Ruth muttered beside Minos and Gloria.

Minos thought to himself when he heard the price. ‘I have the equivalent of 200 million Qilnats with me, but if the first item of the evening starts at this price, how much will the last items cost?’

This was the doubt that everyone would have at such events, whether to save their savings for the most valuable items of the event.

He said to his wife. “If you want it, I’ll buy it for you, Gloria. Then feel free to bid on the Eternal Storm Bow.”

While she was thinking, the auctioneer started the bidding, and the first aliens in the vicinity started to bid, eagerly raising the price of the artifact.

Gloria knew Minos had a lot of resources with him and that she wouldn’t have to give up anything so quickly. But since she felt it wouldn’t increase her power as much as the next items might have the potential to help other members of the group, she didn’t bid any more.

The item was hotly contested for two minutes until some of those interested in the bow gave up on the artifact when the price reached 3.2 million Qilnats.

It was sold for 3.4 million Qilnats to a level 103 alien, an individual in the common area of the auction house.

Even though there was a common area, it didn’t mean that those cultivators were normal. Even the poorest in the area had riches that would be the envy of the masses on the island, and even in Oqia! f𝚛we𝗻ovel.𝐜om

The next item of the evening came shortly after the first lot of the auction was finished, and the auctioneer presented a semi-transparent scroll, written in gold with symbols that were strange to most of the creatures there.

“This is a holy technique, Immortal Flame Phoenix!”