Six of the seven planned days for the auction passed, and the auction entered its seventh day. As it was the last day, the atmosphere had appropriately heated up, such that it couldn’t be compared to the previous auctions.

“Congratulations!”

“Oh! It’s mine! It’s mine!”

The day was mixed with the joys and sorrows of participants, as some succeeded in their bids while others failed.

“Hand it over to me while I’m being nice!”

“Bullshit! If you’re going to be that regretful then you should have done your best in the first place!”

There were a few bloody fights here and there, but the deeper the auction progressed, the more the atmosphere heated up.

But Kim Jin-Woo was immersed in his own thoughts as he sat in his VIP room. There were too many things he wasn’t aware of going on around him. The Black Merchants were hiding the details from him, while Catherine seemed to have an idea of what was going on.

Even though it was related to him, he himself had no idea of finding out what it was. Thus, he somewhat felt a sense of self-pity for the tedious path he had walked thus far.

In the past, he had lacked strength and power, but he’d thought he had achieved a partial sense of equality with the Counts. Even when Anatolius had sent Morrigan to try and cause a strife with Parthenon, he’d managed to overcome the crisis.

In addition, many had been frantic to take down the new strongest being of the 9th Floor, but each time, Kim Jin-Woo had crushed them and raked in huge spoils of war....