“No way?” As Kim Jin-Woo looked down at the stage with a sullen expression, he noticed the box in the host’s hand.

It was a box adorned with colorful patterns that looked out of place in the dark and gloomy Underworld he had seen several times. But the item wasn’t something that even the Black Merchants could easily trade in.

Click.

As if to ridicule Kim Jin-Woo’s expectations, the host opened the meticulously sealed box and revealed its contents.

“That’s…!?”

“What the hell!?”

Some of the participants jumped out of their seats, pointing at the box. They were left dumbfounded, their eyes wide and their mouths twitching, with shocked looks on their faces.

“What?”

“What’s all the fuss about?”

Most of the participants looked alternately at the other bewildered participants and the object in the host’s hand, unable to grasp the identity of the object and feeling left out of the commotion.

“Looks like some of you already know what this item is.” The host seemed to be quite proud upon seeing the surprised faces of the participants who recognized the item.

However, when the rest of the participants, unable to contain their curiosity, started to show signs of disgruntlement, the host quickly started talking, perhaps in order to maintain order in the auction...