The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 170

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Chapter 170
Chapter 170
The moment the first public auction for the Black Lion’s Grip opened as a listed item.
Invited players rapidly converged on the Auction House.
“Wow, I’m the last one?”
The player who entered the Auction House last among them all.
Hwachae, ranked 12th, was taken aback.
A joint auction message had been sent to all players previously participating in the Black Lion’s Grip auction and those with VIP status.
However, not all of them could participate in this auction.
Since the auction was being conducted with actual gatherings in-game rather than on a website, it was necessary to limit the number of attendees.
That criterion was simple: available funds.
After verifying whether each player was qualified to participate in the auction, they were ranked by available funds in descending order, allowing only the top 50 to enter.
In that sense.
“I certified five billion in funds, and I’m the last ranked?”
Hwachae had certified assets of five billion.
She had certified that she could immediately use five billion for the Black Lion’s Grip auction, yet she had entered last.
This meant that every player in this venue had certified assets of five billion or more.
“Even so, to this extent?”
She had thought that five billion would still allow for a decent competitive bid in the auction.
That was a naive assumption.
Upon entering the Auction House, Hwachae looked around to see what kind of people had certified more assets than herself and entered the venue.
The first person to catch her eye was.
“Yul-ha!”
Ranked first in Second.
She had never lost the top position since Second’s launch, and here she was participating in the auction.
Well, it made sense.
The Black Lion’s Grip was a mythic-grade item that would demonstrate peak performance even in her hands.
Next was.
“Wow, isn’t that the Royal Guild Master?”
The Royal Guild.
You could tell just by looking at the emblem on his chest.
The Royal Guild was known as the wealthiest guild in Second.
And the master of the Royal Guild was famous for being the wealthiest in Second, adorned with top-tier equipment from head to toe.
That Royal Guild Master sat there with complete confidence.
Still, she wasn’t particularly surprised.
She had already anticipated that the Royal Guild Master would show up and would be her strongest competitor.
Beyond that.
“All the major guild masters have gathered.”
“It looks like almost all the top 10 rankers are here too?”
“What, isn’t that the youngest son of the most powerful conglomerate? He’s participating too?”
Famous players filled every corner of the Auction House.
Watching them, my momentum naturally began to wane.
“This is hopeless….”
Even when I entered the Auction House, I had confidence in the five billion I’d scraped together with every ounce of my soul.
But now I understood clearly.
I couldn’t win this.
Honestly, even ignoring everyone else and focusing solely on the Royal Guild, I had no chance of victory.
With that realization, Hwachae decided.
“Let’s just watch.”
I coolly gave up.
Five billion or not, I couldn’t beat these people.
So paradoxically, my mind became at ease.
Humming cheerfully, I wandered the surroundings, observing the celebrities I rarely got to see in person.
“The auction will begin shortly, so please take your assigned seats!”
The auction finally began.
In this moment.
There was something people were even more curious about than the Black Lion’s Grip.
And that was.
‘Who could it be?’
The owner of the ‘Black Lion’s Grip’.
Who exactly had obtained a Mythic-grade glove with a 500-level restriction?
And if they’d obtained such an item, why were they selling it instead of equipping it themselves?
If it were a matter of class incompatibility, the ‘Black Lion’s Grip’ was such a versatile item that any class could equip it and see its full performance.
When the moment of revelation arrived, what appeared was.
‘Did they hide their identity after all?’
A man dressed in a pitch-black suit with a black mask covering his face, concealing his identity entirely.
* * *
“Just wear this!”
“A mask?”
“It’s an item that conceals all information about the wearer, including their nickname. It even modulates your voice, so no one will ever discover your true identity!”
Before entering the auction.
GM Mimic handed me a suit and mask.
Judging by its appearance, it seemed to be a superior version of the Secret Banner or the Ring of Illusion I’d been using.
As she said, when I put on the suit, my body shape subtly changed.
“Aah.”
“Right?”
My voice had definitely changed so people wouldn’t recognize me.
“Well then, shall we begin?”
“Let’s do this.”
After that.
The auction officially commenced.
Following her guidance onto the stage, I could see fifty participants seated in the audience.
‘Yul-ha, ranked first. Masters of the Five Great Guilds.’
Looking around, I recognized many faces.
Though there were far more unfamiliar faces, everyone gathered here was likely either a renowned powerhouse in Second or a wealthy magnate in reality.
“Who is that?”
“I can’t identify them.”
“It’s probably because of that mask.”
“The formal attire too.”
“It seems the operators decided to conceal their identity.”
“That’s unfortunate.”
“Still, if we win the bid for the Black Lion’s Grasp, won’t we get a chance to talk?”
“Everyone, stop being interested. That person will be joining our Guild.”
The moment I stepped out, the audience began murmuring.
They were curious about my identity, but disappointed that it was completely concealed.
Just from this, I could tell that the formal attire and mask were perfectly hiding my identity.
As I fully entered the stage.
“Thank you all for participating in this glorious inaugural public auction! Allow me to introduce myself—I’m Gold, the auctioneer who will be conducting these public auctions going forward!”
The auctioneer bowed deeply with a bright smile.
Though this event was being held under GM Mimic’s auspices, an operator couldn’t directly lead the auctions themselves, could they?
That’s why they had appointed a dedicated auctioneer.
Well, even though auctions might seem simple, without a proper professional auctioneer, problems often arose. It was a sound decision.
“Since such distinguished guests have taken precious time to attend, I won’t waste words! Let’s immediately examine today’s item!”
Whoosh!
Gold, the auction auctioneer, swept away the cloth covering the table at the center of the stage.
Then.
“Ooh.”
“It looks even more impressive in person.”
“I’d buy it even if they just told me to based on appearance alone, but this?”
A Mythic-grade gauntlet.
The Black Lion’s Grasp revealed itself.
“While the appearance is absolutely stunning, that’s not what matters! Let’s check the Item Information first!”
[ Black Lion’s Grasp ]
Type: Gauntlet
Grade: Mythic
Requirement: Level 500 or higher
Description: A masterpiece crafted by Mueldum’s greatest Dwarf Blacksmiths working in unison, fashioned from the hide of the Evil God—the finest work in Dwarf history.
“A Mythic-grade item! The very first genuine Mythic-grade item to appear!”
“The description is impressive even upon second viewing.”
“The Evil God’s hide? If it’s the Evil God, isn’t that the same Evil God mentioned in that game-wide message?”
“The emergence of the Evil God… is that what you’re saying?”
“Remnants of the Evil God have appeared as field boss monsters.”
“I’ve faced them before. Even just those required mobilizing all guild members to conquer them—they were that powerful. And someone has already hunted the Evil God?”
“That person?”
“No way. They probably didn’t hunt it outright, just obtained some hide through a Quest or something.”
“Even so, it would have to be at least a legendary-tier Quest or higher. That’s impressive.”
“We absolutely have to scout them.”
People began murmuring in admiration.
But the real show was just beginning.
“The Black Lion’s Grasp! Now I shall properly reveal its abilities! First, the Black Lion’s Claws! Physical attack power of all types increases dramatically….”
Gold began reading out the abilities of the Black Lion’s Grasp.
[ 1. Black Lion’s Claws ]
[ 2. Evil God’s Scar ]
[ 3. Evil God’s Mark ]
….
Each time he did.
“No matter how many times I see it, it’s astounding.”
“So this is what it means to be a mythic-tier item?”
“It’s gloves, yet the abilities attached to them rival decent weapons.”
“Just wearing those alone would multiply combat power several times over.”
“We absolutely have to buy it!”
The audience’s reaction grew heated.
Watching their response, I realized anew just how lightly I had been taking mythic-tier items.
‘When I was doing First, I’d already obtained several mythic-tier items before becoming this. Has the difficulty increased in Second?’
It was enough to make me wonder.
“Truly remarkable! Such an extraordinary item! Gold confidently assures us that these gloves are the finest merchandise in the entire storied history of our Auction House!”
In any case, after such an explanation.
“Everyone has heard sufficient explanation! Now we shall commence the auction! The opening bid shall start at four billion, as was being conducted on the site!”
The auction began.
But the opening bid alone was staggering.
Four billion.
The auction hadn’t even truly started, yet four billion was already guaranteed as the minimum.
‘Four billion.’
What would I even do first with four billion?
The price was so far removed from the life I’d lived until now that I could imagine nothing beyond buying a house.
As this was happening, the auction officially commenced.
People began calling out prices in earnest.
“Four billion!”
“Four billion one hundred million!”
“Four billion one hundred fifty million!”
“4.2 billion!”
The price climbed rapidly.
As if an unspoken rule had been established that the minimum increment was 50 million won, the price swelled in increments of exactly that amount.
50 million won—a sum that would be grueling to earn even with a full year of labor.
Yet such astronomical figures inflated with casual indifference.
‘It feels like we inhabit entirely different worlds.’
Could rankers and masters of colossal Guilds truly call out bids in the tens of billions without hesitation?
Or had they accumulated such staggering wealth precisely because they possessed the capital to invest at that scale?
Even as idle thoughts consumed me, the price continued its relentless ascent.
Then.
“Tedious.”
Within the cacophony of the Auction House.
One voice cut through with crystalline clarity.
As my gaze naturally turned toward him, the man—as if recognizing my attention—locked eyes with me and shouted.
“6 billion.”
“6 billion! We have 6 billion! The price has surged dramatically to 6 billion!!”
6 billion.
The price that had been climbing steadily from 4.2 billion suddenly exploded upward.
Whispers rippled through the Auction House.
“Who is that?”
“Wow, that’s a ranker. Ranking 2nd—Dakan the Berserker!”
“Starting at 6 billion? I’m out.”
Ranking 2nd, Dakan.
I had never encountered this player before.
Regardless, as the price leaped to 6 billion in a single bound, lower-tier players whose capital fell short of that figure swiftly withdrew.
I anticipated the fierce bidding would resume from 6 billion onward.
“Hmm.”
Someone observing from behind raised a hand with deliberate subtlety.
I recognized this player as well.
‘The Royal Guild.’
The Guild Master of the Royal Guild who had sought me out for recruitment previously.
He, renowned as Second’s wealthiest, called out with effortless ease.
“10 billion.”
“?!”
“What… what did he say?”
“10 billion?”
“Insane!”
“What is happening?!”
Scarcely moments after the auction had commenced, the Auction House fell into stunned silence.

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