Chapter 151 This kind of junk doesn't deserve to be called the grand finale! Raise the price for me!

Sky Box No. 1.

Lin Yuan lounged lazily on the sofa, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on the tabletop.

Because his body was already semi-energized, he could clearly perceive within his senses that at least sixteen self-defense machine guns were ambushed inside the alloy walls of this box, along with three layers of shielding fields targeting soul fluctuations.

"Boss, I just checked, and our account for credit points has now risen to ninety million."

gaia's voice carried an air of wealthy arrogance.

"That's not even counting that pile of stolen power cores from the Three-Eyed Race. If we sell them all, we could buy half the shops in this Sin Starport."

Lin Yuan lifted his eyelids, his gaze falling below.

The auction had entered its midway point, and the atmosphere was feverish to the point of being morbid.

Those alien species with tentacles, compound eyes, or bodies wrapped in liquid metal were arguing until their faces were red over a few pieces of blood-stained rare ore.

"The next auction item, Star Spirit Marrow Iron!"

The auctioneer, Naga Old Man, waved his four arms and lifted a piece of silk emitting a faint fluorescent glow.

It was a metal block about the size of a millstone, flowing with a liquid silver luster; this material had extremely strong immunity to gravity interference.

"The starting price is five hundred thousand credit points, and each bid increase must not be less than fifty thousand!"

Lin Yuan's previously narrowed eyes opened slightly.

This material was precisely the necessity for repairing the damaged outer armor of the dragon sparrow; although there wasn't much, it excelled in its extremely high purity.

"One million."

Lin Yuan directly pressed the ruby button beside him, and the loudspeaker transmitted his voice, which carried a touch of nonchalance, throughout the entire venue.

The area below fell silent for a moment.

Doubling the price at once—this bidding method usually only belonged to those nouveau riche or ruthless characters who simply didn't treat money as money.

"The distinguished guest in Box No. 1 bids one million! Is there any higher?"

The old man's voice had just fallen when the lights of Sky Box No. 3 turned on.

It was a semi-circular transparent porthole, behind which sat an exceptionally luxuriously dressed creature.

The guy looked like an upright peacock, but every single feather on his body was embedded with tiny display screens, cycling through the emblem of some galactic hegemony.

"One million five hundred thousand. This item, I, the Third Prince of the 'Moran Dynasty', want it."

The peacock man's voice was shrill, carrying a kind of arrogance that seeped from his bones.

He didn't even look at the bidding screen, only elegantly adjusting his cufflinks, as if the bid was merely a bestowal.

Lin Yuan sneered and leaned forward.

"Two million."

"Three million."

The Third Prince frowned, his rainbow-colored pupils glancing toward Box No. 1.

"Five million."

Lin Yuan's voice remained steady, without even a tremor.

A wave of low murmurs spread through the venue.

Although this marrow iron was rare, at the price of five million, it was already a 300% premium.

"Is Box No. 1 intentionally looking for trouble?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, that's a ruthless person who even dares to slap the Chamber of Commerce's enforcement team into meat patties."

The Third Prince was evidently angered by this lukewarm counter-bidding.

He was accustomed to running rampant in this area and had never seen anyone so ignorant of the rules.

"Ten million!"

He slammed his hand on the table, and the emblems on his feather screen flashed even more jarringly.

Lin Yuan laughed; this time he didn't even use the bidding device, instead pushing open the box's window directly.

His short silver hair shimmered with a metallic texture under the dim lights.

"Ten million, huh? Truly rich. Then I'll raise it to eleven million."

Lin Yuan was tossing a fruit pit left over from the fruit platter in his hand.

"You!"

The Third Prince was trembling with rage; this way of adding just a little more was simply slapping his face in public.

"Twenty million! If you dare to follow again, I'll just give this thing to you!"

The Third Prince roared.

Lin Yuan shrugged, and just when everyone thought he was going to go all-in, he suddenly sat back on the sofa and casually tossed his soda can into the recycling bin.

"Oh, then you're very rich, I'll let you have it."

Lin Yuan's voice drifted over lightly.

The whole venue was dead silent.

The anger on the Third Prince's face instantly froze, turning into a liver-colored hue.

Twenty million.

To buy a pile of ore worth two million.

This kind of sucker behavior was enough to make him the laughingstock of the entire Sin Starport for the next ten years.

Because the rules of the Starport auction house were extremely strict, once the hammer fell, even royalty had to pay on the spot, or else they would be sent into the power furnace as fuel.

Lin Yuan could feel the hatred coming from next door that was almost murderous.

But he didn't care.

"Boss, I suggest being a bit more proficient next time with this method of drawing aggro; we could have called up to thirty million just now before letting go."

gaia suggested with a sense of unfinished business.

"No rush, the finale hasn't come up yet."

Lin Yuan stared below.

In the following rounds of bidding, he followed the same pattern.

Anything that caught his eye, he would first smash a double price, enticing those self-important nobles to follow, and then instantly withdraw when the price reached the critical point.

In less than an hour, several big shots in the Sky Boxes had their mental states collapsed by him.

If glares could kill, Lin Yuan would probably already be a mosaic by now.

Finally, the lights in the entire venue dimmed.

A cart covered by a deep purple curtain was pushed onto the exhibition stage by two heavy-duty robots.

At that instant, the Antimatter Core in Lin Yuan's chest seemed to be subjected to some subtle traction, emitting a dull resonance.

The system interface automatically popped up, lighting up with an unprecedented blood-red glow.

【Warning! High-concentration dimensional suppression medium detected!】

【Judgment: SSS-grade relic of the Titan Civilization!】

【Description: Suspected encapsulation container or stabilization core for a "dimensional reduction strike" weapon.】

Lin Yuan's breathing hitched, the Void Energy in his body began to surge uncontrollably, and in the depths of his pupils, two star vortices slowly rotated.

This was the thing he was looking for.

A key fragment that could completely unlock the titan armory.

Naga Old Man pulled open the curtain with some disdain.

Under the brilliant spotlight, what was presented was an extremely shabby-looking thing.

It was a rectangular iron box.

Its surface was covered in deep red rust, with even a few obvious dents; it looked just like scrap iron picked up from some garbage planet abandoned for thousands of years.

There was no energy fluctuation, nor any texture of high-end materials.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

The old man's voice also lacked confidence.

"This was salvaged from the periphery of a broken titan ruin. Although we have used every means to open it and cannot even detect any particle reactions, according to expert analysis, its interior is extremely stable."

A burst of laughter erupted from below.

"Old Eight, have you run out of things to sell? Bringing a piece of scrap iron to fool people?"

"This kind of dime-a-dozen tin box, I could fill a truck with them in my scrap recycling station."

The Third Prince sneered in Box No. 3: "This piece of junk, worthy of being a finale? I suggest giving it directly to the 'scrap collector' friend in Box No. 1, after all, he matches this grade of item very well."

Lin Yuan looked at him coldly, not retaliating.

He was waiting.

"Starting bid, one thousand credit points."

The old man coughed awkwardly.

The whole venue was silent, not even one person bidding.

Everyone wasn't a fool; in this place where strength speaks, buying a useless iron lump to go back and take up space, that would mean one's brain had been hit by a meteorite crater.

"One thousand one hundred points."

Lin Yuan pressed the bidding device again.

He still maintained that "disgusting" rhythm from just now.

"Pfft—sure enough, he's a scrap collector."

The Third Prince laughed until his feathers fluttered wildly.

Just as Naga Old Man was preparing to let the hammer fall with a sense of relief, in the neighboring Sky Box No. 2, that mass of black fog that had been silent all along vibrated violently.

A shrill sound like metal cutting stone came out.

"One hundred thousand."

The laughter in the venue came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone was stunned.

That terrifying existence who hadn't said a word during the auction and exuded a foul stench, had actually bid?

Lin Yuan's heart sank.

Sure enough, this level of treasure, no matter how its appearance was disguised, ultimately could not be hidden from those true dog noses.

"One million."

Lin Yuan stopped playing around and directly increased the bid tenfold.

The other party also didn't have any hesitation: "Five million."

"Ten million."

Lin Yuan's voice turned cold.

At this moment, the audience below finally came to their senses.

The iron box that was originally regarded as trash had its value increase ten thousand times in a few seconds.

Smart people had already sensed that something was wrong.

That thing definitely had a big secret.

"Twenty million."

The voice from Box No. 2 carried a trace of indelible greed.

Lin Yuan gripped the armrest tightly; although he still had tens of millions in his account, if the other party continued to add like this, he would really be in a passive position.

"gaia, send all those captured Three-Eyed Race Commander accessories to the old man, and have him convert them into cash for me, hurry up!"

"Emergency asset evaluation in progress!"

Lin Yuan pressed the button again: "Thirty million."

"Junior, you can't swallow this thing; forcibly taking it away will only cause the civilization you belong to to turn into ashes."

The voice from Box No. 2 bypassed the loudspeaker directly and rang in Lin Yuan's mind like needle pricks.

It was blatant spiritual pollution.

Lin Yuan's eyes instantly overflowed with purple light, and before that spiritual attack could even approach his sea of consciousness, it was directly devoured by the Void Divinity.

He stood up abruptly, leaped down directly from the box's balcony, and stepped heavily onto the hard crystal floor of the auction house.

Bang!

The floor tiles shattered.

Lin Yuan pointed at the rusty iron box and said word by word: "The things I want to take, even if Death itself comes, it must leave its scythe behind as interest."

"Fifty million!"

This was all the liquid cash he could mobilize at the moment.

A violent sound of glass shattering came from Box No. 2, the mass of black fog surged frantically, but eventually slowly calmed down.

That existence obviously hadn't brought enough hard currency to spend lavishly here.

The iron law of Sin Starport: if you don't have enough money, get out.

"Sold!"

Naga Old Man was so excited he almost broke his hammer.

The moment the box was in his hands, Lin Yuan didn't have any hesitation and directly stored it into the system warehouse.

But the instant his fingers touched the box's surface, he vaguely heard countless people whispering in his ears.

It was a sense of desolation that made one's soul freeze.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath and turned to walk towards the main entrance.

He knew that the real trouble was only just beginning now.

Just as he stepped out of the auction house's main door, a foul smell mixed with machine oil and cold rain rushed toward his face.

The neon lights on both sides of the street flickered uncertainly, and the originally bustling market was now eerily quiet.

At the end of this alleyway constructed of steel, dense red dots were lighting up from rooftops in all directions.

Those were the infrared sights of high-frequency oscillation sniper rifles.

Thousands of mercenaries wearing black combat uniforms and implanted with various strange prosthetic limbs surrounded Lin Yuan like a tide, sealing off the exit.

The black-robed person from Box No. 2 slowly emerged from the shadows.

He was hovering at a height of three meters off the ground, with no propulsion devices under his feet, only constantly overflowing black gas.

In the eye sockets hidden under the hood, two eerie green ghost fires were staring fixedly at Lin Yuan.

"Leave the item."

The black-robed person extended that hand covered in black scales, his voice like a vengeful spirit crawling out of a grave.

"This way, you can die more painlessly, and those 'monkey' compatriots behind you can also live a few more days."

A cruel smile curled at the corners of Lin Yuan's mouth.

He moved his stiff shoulders; that head of silver hair looked particularly eye-catching in the night.

"Want to rob my stuff?"

He slowly drew that huge, ink-black heavy sword from behind his back, the blade dragging on the ground, carving out a series of jumping sparks.

"Then let's see if your tattered robe can block this kitchen knife of mine!"

"gaia, lift the power limit!"

"I just happened to be holding back a belly full of fire inside just now!"

As his voice fell, a beam of dark golden light descended from the sky, smashing heavily into the center of the street.

【xingtian demon god】, descend!