An intense bid war erupted in the Black Market for the second time. But even in the most fierce competition, there had to be a winner.

“Going once! Going twice! Sold!” The auctioneer raised his voice. People gave loud applause for the winner. And so, the owner of the Lake’s Tear was decided.

Midas sighed. He felt a confusing mix of relief and anger. In the end, he won two of the items he had aimed to get, but he suffered great losses. All his savings were wiped out, and he was in debt.

However, Midas comforted himself. ‘It’s okay. I can make money anyways.’ Thanks to his ability to make gold, it wouldn’t take him much time to pay his debt.

‘Still, I can’t believe I had to take loans.’ Due to the emergency, Midas had gathered money from scraping the bottom of his credit and took loans. As soon as he thought of his collateral, the insides of his mouth tasted bitter. ‘Even though I was in a hurry, I can’t believe I gave away my carriage…’

The carriage was his trademark: The symbol of his wealth and power. Midas couldn’t believe that he had handed over his golden carriage, which he used for personal activities, as collateral for his...