Those words were the deciding factor. Midas felt his vision become blurry. He felt dizzy, and everything in his view became enveloped by darkness. The only thing reflected in his eyes was Zich. Although the auction house’s employees felt uneasy and fearful about Midas’ strange behavior, they continued their work.

“…T-Then, we’ll take this carriage, sir.” The employee signaled to their companion and detached the golden carriage from the horses.

The horses on the carriage showed no response, not even neighing in relief from being freed of their suffocating reins. They were all too scared to move, because of an existence that kept exuding a terrifying aura.

“Huh? What’s their problem?” It was the same for the other horses. The coachmen were stunned to see the horses so still.

The bodyguards who protected their rich patrons were on guard. However, the auction house’s employees continued to move even as they felt Midas’ murderous intent; they all had thick skin due to the nature of their job. Then, one of the employees took out a magic box to put the carriage inside it. They approached the carriage and felt relieved when Midas didn’t move. They thought Midas was simply...