Floating Island - Triple S Talent - Chapter 496

Chapter 496: King-Tier slave cost
His eyes narrowed. Where did they get all these people? he wondered. Some even had power levels reaching grandmaster rank.

After some consideration, he pointed to the list of elves. He selected a few young attendants and a few more mature ones.

The woman nodded, her smile deepening. “An excellent choice, sir,” she praised. “Please, follow me.”

She turned and walked toward a door behind the counter, and Lein followed silently.

When the door opened, Lein frowned slightly. What lay beyond wasn’t a corridor or a staircase—but a lift.

From the outside, it looked like an ordinary wooden box with no buttons or fancy ornaments. Lein stepped in with a hint of hesitation, his eyes scanning the interior. There were no control panels, no high-grade materials—just a wooden chamber surrounded by cosmic energy.

This kind of technology… he thought, trying to compare it to the devices he’d seen before. Come to think of it, most of the technology brought in by the Players could be replicated by the people of the cosmos. But even so, it was still rare—only major corporations or the wealthy could afford to use them.

Ding…

A soft chime echoed as the elevator doors slid open.

Lein’s eyes widened slightly. Before him stretched a vast chamber filled with iron-bar cages arranged in perfect order.

Above them, hundreds of people floated using flight devices, guided by uniformed attendants escorting them from one cell to another. The sight was systematic—efficient, yet chilling.

Lein took a deep breath, his steps calm as he walked out of the elevator.

The room was so enormous that his eyes couldn’t find its end. Row after row of iron bars extended infinitely, as if continuing on forever. The walls and ceiling were nowhere in sight, seemingly swallowed by darkness.

Lein narrowed his eyes, trying to make sense of the structure. A room embedded with spatial laws… he thought. There was no other way to explain how massive this place was.

“This is the slave vault, Sir,” said the receptionist, her voice calm and professional. With a graceful motion, she pulled out a circular platform—two meters in diameter—that hovered gently in the air.

“Please, Sir. We’ll head to the elf section,” she continued, extending her hand toward Lein.

Lein simply nodded, ignoring the offered hand. Something about her demeanor unsettled him. Rather than return the gesture, he lightly leapt onto the platform and stood quietly.

“Lead the way,” he said, his gaze still sweeping across the scattered customers throughout the chamber.

The woman showed no reaction to Lein’s subtle rejection. With a slight movement of her fingers, she controlled the platform, sending it gliding forward at a steady pace. Lein remained silent, letting the soft breeze from the platform’s motion brush against his face.

From above, he could see just how organized everything was—each cell arranged neatly, guarded by uniformed staff who occasionally interacted with customers.

Their journey ended at a row of iron boxes that stood out from the rest. Not only were they better maintained, but the individuals inside also appeared cleaner and more refined. The elves within held an elegant appearance, with upright posture and radiant skin. There were no signs of malnutrition or the abuse he often saw in places like this.

“Please, Sir. This is the high-tier elf section. You’re free to choose,” said the receptionist, gesturing toward a small staircase that led to the row of cells.

Lein climbed the stairs unhurriedly. He strolled along the line of bars, his eyes carefully inspecting each elf inside.

At one of the cells, he stopped. A plaque on the door displayed the details of the slave within.

[Slave Information]

Name: Sylwen

Gender: Female

Tier: Master-Tier

Age: 120 years

Race: Moon Elf

Status: Servant Slave

Background: Sylwen hails from the Moonshade Elven Clan, which was destroyed in a war against humans and demons. Captured by slave hunters, she was sold on the black market as a personal servant due to her beauty and unique skills…

Lein read through the information carefully. His eyes paused on two points—Master-Tier and Servant Slave.

Master-Tier but only a servant? he thought. So there are tiers even higher? A strange feeling crept into him—he hadn’t thought to ask about that before.

As if sensing his thoughts, the receptionist stepped closer, her gentle expression unchanging.

“Is there something I can assist you with, Sir?” she asked politely.

Lein turned to her, his gaze sharp. “What’s the highest tier of slave you offer here?”

The woman didn’t answer immediately. She appeared to ponder for a moment, then finally spoke with the same pleasant smile. “We have up to the King-Tier, Sir. However, before that, you would need to verify your identity and prove that you’re capable of making such a purchase.”

There was a faint glimmer of hope in her eyes—a subtle wish that Lein might just be the type of person who could afford something at the very peak of this market’s offerings.

A faint chill ran down Lein’s spine. It was only now that he realized—not once since he had stepped into this place had anyone asked for his personal information.

Interesting… he thought. This slave market clearly valued customer privacy, allowing anyone to make a purchase without leaving a trace.

However, judging from the way the woman spoke, the system for purchasing high-tier slaves seemed different. Not just anyone could do it. There were special protocols in place.

Lein looked at the woman before asking, “What kind of personal information is required?”

She smiled and replied in a calm tone, “Just general data, Sir. Power level, original race, native realm, and of course… basic identity such as your name.”

Lein gave a slight nod. That wouldn’t be a problem for him. Information like that was commonly used in transactions, especially within the circles of major powers.

After confirming that he could meet the requirements, Lein moved on to a more direct question. “How much does a King-Tier slave cost?”

His gaze was sharp, tinged with anticipation. He hoped the price would be in Cosmos Coins—a currency he had in unlimited supply. If so, he could purchase one right then and there, with no need for negotiation or any tedious procedures.