You Have Been Invited to the Auction House of the Gods - Chapter 41

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41

 

 

 

Dozens of landscapes flashed by rapidly.

 

When the teleportation stopped, the place where I stood was a completely different space.

 

They called it Golden Fragrance’s ‘Labor Market’, but it wasn’t the kind of street stalls or auction house I had expected.

 

Instead, before me stretched a clean marble corridor that reminded me of a luxury duty-free shop.

 

The floor was inlaid with tasteful golden patterns,

Dozens of showcase rooms lined both sides of the corridor.

At a glance, inside the showcase were displays of fantastical races lined up in rows—black-scaled dragons and fairy-like beings that seemed otherworldly.

They were closer to slaves than laborers.

In front of each showroom, faintly floating holographic nameplates hovered in the air.

[Fairy Queen from the Spirit Realm / Contractor 59,000 Gold]

[Black Dragon from the Suseon Realm / Contractor 199,000 Gold]

‘Is there no guide or anything like that?’

Just as I was having those thoughts, someone came running from far away.

“Welcome! We sincerely welcome your first visit, my lord!”

But it was rather unique.

 

It was different from the monsters you’d encounter in dungeons.

It was different from the monsters you’d typically encounter in a dungeon.

It was an existence far superior to that.

A name tag reading ‘SMITH’ glowed cutely.

 

“I am Lord Smith, the dedicated guide goblin for the 324th Earth Labor Market! I will take full responsibility and guide you from start to finish for your dedicated labor needs, God!”

 

Instead of answering, I nodded briefly, but I was quite surprised inside.

 

‘A Goblin Lord is just a guide…’

 

A Lord is not easily born.

A lord is not easily born.

If there were a single existence reigning over the human species, would you get the idea?

 

The Orc Lord from the Nokbeon Station Dungeon break was the same.

 

It was fortunate that we prevented it from coming out of the dungeon,

The same goes for the Orc Lord from the Nokbeon Station dungeon break.

It’s a good thing we prevented them from coming out of the dungeon,

If that creature had emerged from the dungeon into the city center, half of Seoul would have disappeared that day.

It doesn’t make sense, but it’s something the association classifies as disaster-level.

That is the existence known as a ‘Lord’.

Lord Smith took a deep breath with his small frame, straightened his suit, and lifted his head up sharply.

“Then let me start the tour right away.”

Standing in front of the first showroom, Smith clasped his hands together like a tour guide and continued his explanation.

“The first item is a black dragon. It’s quite popular among the deities of Earth.”

I glanced around the inside of the showroom.

A massive dragon with black scales was coiled up like a cat baking bread.

For a black dragon that I knew, it was quite well-behaved.

“Are black dragons normally that docile?”

Smith immediately smiled at my words.

“You truly are exceptional. The Black Dragon’s temperament is fucking… *ahem*, my apologies. Since it’s so violent, we keep safety measures in place when there’s no owner.”

Then, with one hand, he respectfully pointed to the black dragon’s neck.

There was a leather collar tied around it, which appeared to be some kind of restraint.

“Various option settings are also available depending on your intended use.”

“Option…?”

“Yes, that’s right. Sometimes there are people who use it for destructive purposes.”

While there was also the reason of wanting to increase the guild’s power, the fundamental purpose was protection.

If I bought the Black Dragon, my power would increase exponentially, but it seemed like Earth wouldn’t survive.

“If you want to use it to end history, you’d only need to pay about this much, but since this is your first visit…”

Smith tapped on an expensive-looking calculator.

“This is the lowest we can go.”

It was expensive.

But for the cost of destroying Earth, it wasn’t that expensive.

 

Though I didn’t have enough Gold right now, it was an amount I could manage if I saved diligently for a few years.

 

“Let’s move on to the next one.”

 

“Yes, understood.”

 

I quickly moved on to the next.

 

Smith continued to show me various races.

 

From relatively affordable Mermaids to Fairies, and even Dragon Bone Soldiers made from dragon bones.

 

But I couldn’t find anything that completely satisfied me.

 

“This time will be different.”

 

Smith stood before the last showroom with a determined expression.

 

“This product is a Seraphim, the very race that comes to mind when you think of divine messengers.”

 

A warrior armed with Pure White Wings and a helmet bowed their head inside the showroom.

 

“Just by existing, they activate stability and Divine Protection like a miracle. How is it? Does this one catch your fancy?”

 

Smith looked at me with a confident expression.

 

I wanted to meet his expectations, but the price was the problem.

 

Though I had somewhat expected it from the title of divine messenger, even with reduced options, I couldn’t hire more than one.

 

Having one for the guild would be nice, but it wasn’t necessary right now.

 

Smith made a dejected expression after seeing my face.

 

“Oh no…”

 

But soon he clenched his fist again.

 

“Don’t worry, my lord! This Smith will definitely find a product that satisfies you.”

 

Smith made a resolute expression and headed somewhere after asking me for a moment.

 

After Smith disappeared, I remained alone, looking at the showroom corridor.

 

‘It’s harder to find something I like than I thought.’

 

Of course, there were things that caught my interest.

 

But most were either price problems like the Seraphim, or had excessive overpowered abilities.

 

‘Was this method not the right answer?’

 

The moment I had that thought, golden threads began flowing toward a corner of the showroom corridor I was blankly staring at.

 

‘Flow of Value?’

 

I was startled and checked the bracelet on my right arm.

 

The bracelet was working fine without any problems.

 

Then how?

 

I didn’t know the reason, but the Demigod’s Ability I had suppressed was activating.

 

But unlike usual, there was no headache from information overload.

 

I didn’t know what was happening, but this was an opportunity.

 

I was certain that the answer lay where the Flow of Value was pointing.

 

I walked following the golden thread.

 

The golden thread led to a side path next to the showroom.

 

Following that path led me to the back of the showroom.

 

It was far from the splendor of the showrooms I had seen.

It was a scene of the backstage area, cluttered with miscellaneous equipment and tools scattered about.

As we pushed through the gap and passed by, we were able to discover a place where golden threads were clustered together…

“Prison…?”

There was a single-room-sized prison cell made of iron bars.

The flow of value disappeared, as if it had finished its work.

Inside the prison sat a man who looked like a millstone, wearing the kind of plain clothes a servant from the Joseon Dynasty might have worn, and who seemed to suit a name like Dolsoe.

Around him were scattered various unidentifiable odds and ends like twig brooms, ladles, and flowerpots.

As I approached, Dolsoe sensed my presence and lifted his head to look up at me.

“Mr. Kim?”

A strange emotion flickered in his eyes.

“What?”

 

“Mister Kim, have you finally come to rescue us?!”

 

At Dolsoe’s words, the miscellaneous items around him appeared as people with a pop! sound.

 

“What? Boss, what did you just say? Mister Kim is here?”

“Can we finally get out of here now?”

“Wow, I can really feel the same energy as ours.”

 

People of all kinds – from children to young men and women – began chattering and making noise.

 

‘What is this…’

 

That’s when it happened.

 

“Ah, God! You were here.”

 

Smith came running over in a hurry.

 

Then he frowned and kicked the iron bars with his foot.

 

Bang!

 

“How dare a dokkaebi speak to God!”

 

At the menacing aura, all the dokkaebis except Dolsoe, who was called Boss, were startled and returned to their miscellaneous item forms.

 

“Mister Kim!”

 

“Be quiet, you fool!”

 

Smith, who had been angry, smiled again and spoke.

 

“God, please don’t associate with such lowly creatures. I’ll escort you to the showroom right away. You’ll definitely like this batch of products. Please follow me.”

 

I didn’t follow Smith.

 

“What are those guys?”

 

“They’re just dokkaebis with no product value. They’re stubborn as hell and don’t listen to their masters, so they were returned. They’re not worth your concern.”

 

“Be quiet, demon. We were just waiting for a friend who would save us.”

 

“This bastard… how dare you…!”

 

Smith’s expression twisted for a moment.

 

But it didn’t lead to action.

 

He seemed to be barely holding back his anger because he was in front of me.

 

I looked at Dolsoe with an interested expression.

 

“Then am I qualified to be your friend?”

 

“Of course, Mister Kim!”

 

“How dare you speak irreverently to God! I’ll tear that mouth of yours right—”

 

“I’ll take these guys.”

 

“What?!”

 

Smith looked at me with a bewildered expression.

 

“But these guys are scheduled for disposal soon. They have no value.”

 

“Really? Aren’t dokkaebis similar to spirits?”

 

“Well, that’s true, but…”

 

“The Light Spirit King was 10,000 gold earlier, wasn’t it? I’ll buy all of these at that price.”

 

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