1000 Aevum for an ugly slave.
Who in their right mind would pay that much for him?
Sure, his body looked decent enough. With proper food and training, he could probably build a physique capable of making certain women stare a little longer than necessary. Broad shoulders. Lean muscle hidden beneath scars and dirt. But beyond that… there was nothing remarkable about him.
Even the auction committee had only dragged him here to fill the quota. A worthless body to occupy empty space beneath the stage lights.
The curtain marked with 'β' emitted a faint pink glow before the light slowly dimmed into darkness.
Murmurs instantly spread across the lower floor.
"Out of all the divisions… Beta raised the bid for that ugly thing?"
"Interesting, isn't it? The amount already surpassed the first slave with the draconic bloodline. Something about this feels wrong."
"Hm… maybe a private deal was made beforehand. They're probably just keeping up appearances in front of us."
