The Genesis Of A Necromancer - Chapter 89

Chapter 89: thief
“This bidding will start at 100 million moonlight stones!” The auctioneer’s booming voice filled the grand hall, resonating over the collective gasp of the audience. His eyes gleamed as he surveyed the crowd. The intensity in the room rose immediately, like a powder keg about to explode. This was the Devil’s Blade—the weapon of legend, feared and coveted in equal measure.

“110 million moonlight stones!”

“Keep quiet, you poor wretch—150 million!” A snarling voice retorted, dripping with contempt.

The hall erupted in a cacophony of arguments and bids, each voice more desperate and cutthroat than the last. Tension crackled in the air, palpable and sharp. It wasn’t just a bidding war—it was a battlefield. At any moment, it seemed fists might fly, or worse, blades be drawn.

The Devil’s Blade was no ordinary weapon. Even in the weakest hands, it could cleave through cities, leaving entire armies in shambles. Its reputation alone made it priceless, a symbol of raw, unbridled destruction. The thought of wielding such power was enough to drive even the sanest demon into madness.

Among the frenzied bidders was Alorinel, who stood out not only for his boldness but for the reckless determination in his eyes.

“200 million moonlight stones!” he roared, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

Beside him, his guard’s expression twisted in worry. “Young Master, this has gone way past your limit! Are you certain you wish to take this risk?”

Alorinel turned to his guard, eyes burning with unrestrained ambition. “It doesn’t matter how much we spend, as long as that weapon is ours!” His voice was a venomous hiss, his tone brooking no argument.

Meanwhile, in the VIP section, Jack leaned back, casually watching the chaos unfold below. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “So much trouble over a single weapon. I must admit, even after all these years, the demons’ hunger for power never ceases to amuse.”

Gale, ever the voice of insight, chimed in with a soft chuckle. “True enough. Their greed is practically ingrained in their nature.”

Nephris, perched nearby, nodded solemnly. “It’s like they were born for this kind of madness.”

Alisha’s gaze didn’t waver from the stage, though her voice carried a note of dry humor. “I’m surprised none of them have caught on to your little scheme, Asriel.”

Jack’s smirk deepened. “That’s the beauty of it. As long as I remain in range, my aura coating will keep them in the dark. They won’t suspect a thing unless I stray too far.”

The auctioneer’s voice cut through the commotion again. “250 million moonlight stones! Going once, going twice—”

It seemed the bidding had reached its peak. Herald, a formidable noble with a reputation that preceded him, lounged in his seat, his smug expression radiating triumph. No one else dared to raise the stakes further.

Alorinel, his pride bruised, slumped back in his chair, muttering curses under his breath. “Tch, that old brat…”

Herald’s grin widened as he locked eyes with Jack. A flicker of something dark danced in his gaze—a challenge. “What’s the matter?” Herald called out, his voice laced with mockery. “Have you run out of moonlight stones, or perhaps you’ve finally realized your place? Wasting so much on those useless trinkets—how utterly pathetic.”

For a brief moment, silence reigned in the VIP section. Then Jack spoke, his tone light yet razor-sharp. “251 million moonlight stones.”

All eyes snapped to him, the weight of his bid sending another wave of murmurs rippling through the crowd.

Jack tilted his head, fixing Herald with a pointed stare. “A poor noble like you wouldn’t understand. Some things are simply out of your league.”

Herald’s face darkened, his composure cracking under the jab. “You insolent bastard!” he snarled. “260 million moonlight stones!”

Jack’s lips curled into a wicked smirk. This was exactly what he wanted. But before he could press further, Alisha leaned in, her voice low but firm. “Don’t push too far. If he backs out, we’ll be stuck paying for the weapon—and we both know we can’t afford that.”

Jack’s eyes flicked to her briefly, his expression calm. “Relax. He’s not going to back down. Not yet.”

As if on cue, Herald’s eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Jack. ‘Who is this wretched demon? How can he possibly have this much wealth?’ Herald’s confidence faltered for a moment, but his pride refused to let him back down.

“270 million moonlight stones!” he bellowed, his voice trembling with barely concealed rage.

The auctioneer, sensing the growing tension, fought to suppress a grin. ‘This little demon has a sharp mind. Still, he’d better tread carefully. One wrong move and… well, why should I care? The house always profits in the end.’

“271 million moonlight stones,” Jack replied smoothly, his voice carrying an air of nonchalance that only seemed to enrage Herald further.

Herald slammed his fists on the armrests of his chair, rising to his feet in a display of raw anger. “Enough of this nonsense! 350 million moonlight stones!” he roared, his voice shaking the walls of the hall.

A collective gasp rippled through the audience. The stakes had soared far beyond reason, and the sheer amount of moonlight stones being thrown around was enough to make even the wealthiest nobles balk. Herald, however, stood firm, his chest heaving with exertion and pride.

Jack leaned back in his seat, letting out a theatrical sigh. “Well, I suppose this is where I bow out,” he said, his tone deliberately laced with defeat.

Herald’s triumphant laughter echoed through the hall. “So, you finally admit it! A pauper like you has no place in an auction of this caliber.”

Jack’s expression remained unreadable as he replied, “At least I’m not the one who just spent more than my household’s annual quota in a single day. I’ve already secured what I came for.”

Herald’s laughter died in his throat. The weight of Jack’s words sank in, and he slumped back into his chair, seething but unable to deny the truth.

“And that’s it!” the auctioneer declared, his voice jubilant. “Sold! For 350 million moonlight stones! Congratulations to our esteemed bidder!”

The room erupted into a mixture of cheers, groans, and muttered curses. The Devil’s Blade had found its new owner, and the 30th auction of the Gold Auction House was officially at an end.

Jack rose from his seat, his expression calm as he addressed his companions. “Let’s go collect our rewards. We’ve seen enough for one day.”

As the group made their way out of the VIP section, Gale glanced back at the still-fuming Herald. “Do you think he’ll come after you?” he asked.

Jack’s smirk returned, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I’m counting on it.”

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