ushernet Chapter 101 The Bidding War
Chapter 101 The Bidding War
Even a mage would want this blade, and that says everything. But what's more important are the warriors—the true masters of swords—who'd go to war for it.
As soon as the stats for the [Dragonkin Blade] were revealed, whispers erupted across the auction hall.
Every major guild, faction, independent players, mercenary company, and even the natives themselves had their eyes locked on the weapon.
This wasn't just any weapon. A Tier-5 Silver weapon with +70 STR and effects that rivaled high-tier Gold equipment? That kind of power could turn the tide of any battle, give a guild the edge in a war, or crown a champion in the arena.
Once you hit the 300 to 400 stat mark, progress slows to a crawl—it's like hitting a wall. That's why everyone who's been in the game long enough knows the best way to push beyond that limit is through gear, especially weapons that grant stat boosts.
It's basic knowledge, but in the heat of competition, it's also a lifeline.
Gear like that [Dragonkin Blade] wasn't just a tool—it's a ticket to power, a shortcut past the limits of human potential.
Anyone wielding it wouldn't just get stronger; they'd shatter ceilings others spent years trying to break. And in a world where strength was everything, those extra points could mean the difference between victory and defeat.
Guild leaders leaned forward in their seats, strategists quickly recalculating how many resources they could spare.
Warriors, eager to claim the weapon for themselves, were already planning how to persuade their leaders to bid.
Everyone knew—whoever walked out of here with that blade would hold immeasurable power.
In that moment, it wasn't just an auction anymore. It was a battlefield, and the [Dragonkin Blade] was the prize.
|| Dragonkin Blade ||
→ Tier-5 Silver Weapon
→ Very Rare
→All Sword Wilder with 300+ STR
→ +70 STRNôv(el)B\\jnn
→ +20 DEX
→ +10%CriticalHitChance
Special Effect: Dragon's Wrath – After taking damage, the blade charges with rage, gaining +5% increased attack power for each hit received.
When fully charged (after 10 hits), the next attack unleashes a devastating shockwave that deals 200% of the weapon's base damage to all enemies within a 10-meter radius.
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And Seraphina, being one of the commanders, held enough authority to make such a purchase without needing immediate approval.
"This is going to get ugly," Travis muttered under his breath, watching Seraphina with narrowed eyes.
Other high-ranking guilds soon entered the bidding war. The Martial Union, known for their elite cadre of warriors, placed a bid of 5 Aurums.
Then the Silverclaw Syndicate followed with 6 Aurums.
The Radiant Blades, an infamous group of mercenaries who valued power above all, jumped in with 7 Aurums.
The bids kept climbing, each guild determined to claim the coveted [Dragonkin Blade] for themselves.
"8 Aurums!" Seraphina's voice rang out again. She wasn't playing around, and neither were the other guilds.
Travis glanced at Grimm, his face a mask of frustration. The Brotherhood Legion had already pushed their budget to the limit with prior purchases. He knew there was little chance they could go higher without jeopardizing their entire strategy.
But they needed that blade. He needed it. It was the key to breaking free from the ranks of the ordinary and rising to the top. Travis's mind whirled with frustration as he watched the bids climb.
"9 Aurums!" shouted the Silverclaw Syndicate.
"10 Aurums!" countered Seraphina without hesitation, her eyes fixed on the stage where the [Dragonkin Blade] was displayed like a prize worth more than gold.
The entire hall buzzed with excitement as the bid reached a staggering amount. That was already 1 million gil!
Travis's hands were trembling under the table, his patience wearing thin. He could barely keep the smile on his face as he turned to Grimm.
"Leader, it's alright. I guess it wasn't meant for me after all." He forced the words out, though inside, he was seething with rage.
How could they just sit back and let someone else take the blade? His fingers itched to punch something—anything—to vent his frustration.
Grimm patted Travis on the back. "You've got a good head on your shoulders, Travis. Don't worry, there will be other weapons. You're already growing stronger without it."
Travis barely heard his leader's reassurances. His eyes remained glued to the stage, watching Seraphina and the other guilds battle it out for the [Dragonkin Blade].
It didn't matter what Grimm said—he needed that sword. He clenched his jaw so tightly it hurt, trying to calm the storm brewing inside him.
What could he do? He was only a newbie, so he couldn't even think of stealing it to the one who would eventually won it. He was still a newbie with a newbie stat.
Look like the blade wasn't really meant for him.
The bids eventually escalated to 12 Aurums. By now, the room was filled with murmurs of disbelief. Few items or weapons ever reached such high bids, and it was clear that every guild knew the true value of the [Dragonkin Blade].
It wasn't just the +70 STR or its unique abilities—it was the potential to change the course of battles, to make its wielder win against others.
The entire auction hall buzzed with anticipation, for everyone knew that whoever wielded the blade in tomorrow's competition would hold an undeniable advantage. The bidding war spiraled into madness, with the price soaring to absurd heights—but no one dared back down. They had to have it, no matter the cost.