"Perfect..." Akasha muttered, a quiet smile spreading across his face.
He rose from the couch in a single fluid motion as Amber adjusted herself against the cushions.
She propped herself on an elbow, brown eyes following his movement with open curiosity.
"You’re not only powerful..." she asked, the full curve of her figure shifting as she settled, "but rich too?"
Akasha glanced down at her, the purple infinity symbols in his eyes turning once in mild amusement.
"I’m whatever I feel like being."
The pointed tips of his ears gave the faintest twitch as he turned toward the heavy curtains that separated the VIP room from the open gallery of the third floor.
Behind him, the two Loria members followed his every move.
"He couldn’t possibly have enough to compete..." the man muttered, both of them keeping their eyes fixed on Akasha.
Two hundred million divine stones was no small amount, even for them—and the thought that this stranger might casually surpass it left them with clear doubts.
They looked toward the prince, whose color had improved since their arrival, and the male guard leaned slightly closer.
"Brat... Who is that guy, and why wasn’t he with you before?"
The prince shook his head, gaze sliding toward Amber with a wry twist of the mouth.
"Not long ago, she cracked a badge... and summoned him through a portal. At least... I think that’s what happened."
His fingers flexed once against the arm of his chair.
"I... can hardly even see any of you clearly."
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Akasha stepped through the curtains and onto the open gallery of the highest floor, as he overlooked the entire auction hall.
Below him, the atmosphere of true bidding had already begun to thicken.
"One hundred, fifty million!"
"Two hundred million!"
The room buzzed with overlapping shouts, hands shooting up as paddles flickered in the air, the tension thick and rising like heat.
Then, from a VIP box, a clear, refined voice sliced cleanly through the din.
"Four hundred million."
In that moment, the hall fell into sudden, ringing quiet.
Behind Akasha, the two Loria members sucked in simultaneous breaths.
"What... Crown Prince Matt?" The woman muttered in dread.
"...What is he doing here?"
HUMMMM!!!!
In the same heartbeat, their appearances shifted as their brown hair and eyes melted back into the familiar disguises of Eastern Region guards.
Akasha paid the gasps and the shifting forms no attention whatsoever.
He remained at the railing, luminous brown skin and purple-and-white hair catching the hall’s lights, and spoke in a voice that carried with effortless calm to every corner of the auction.
"Two hundred billion divine stones."
The words settled over the hall like a stone dropped into still water, and for a long moment the entire auction remained utterly quiet.
Every gaze in the vast chamber shifted at once toward the third-floor gallery, toward the lone figure standing at the railing of the VIP box.
In an instant, the sudden silence ignited with murmurs, flaring like sparks in dry grass.
"Look at him..." a woman in the second-tier boxes whispered, her fingers curling around her companion’s wrist. "Have you ever seen anything so perfect? That hair... those eyes..."
"I would trade half my holdings just to have him look at me once," another whispered back, cheeks already flushed.
Across the aisle, a cluster of men sat rigid.
One clenched his jaw hard enough that the soft creak of grinding teeth was audible to those nearby.
"This pretty little bastard thinks he can walk in here and throw numbers like that," he muttered under his breath.
"Who the hell does he think he is?"
"He looks barely twenty," an older expert said from a lower private booth, eyes narrowed as he tried and failed to grasp the young man’s presence fully.
"How is someone that age throwing around two hundred billion like it’s pocket change?"
"I can’t even see him clearly," another admitted, rubbing his eyes as though the blur were a fault of his own vision. "He’s that young... with that kind of strength?"
The auctioneer paused on the stage, the ghostly egg resting untouched on its black velvet cushion.
His eyes moved carefully between the two highest VIP boxes—the one that held Crown Prince Matt and the one that now held the beautiful stranger.
He then inclined his head toward Akasha in a gesture of measured respect.
"Are you certain of that bid, young master?"
Akasha arched a single brow, the purple infinity mark upon his face catching the stage lights.
"Two hundred billion divine stones."
The repetition carried the same effortless calm as the first declaration.
His gaze then slid across the open space and locked upon the Crown Prince. The scan resolved in quiet clarity:
[Matt Loria
Age: 11,211 Years Old
Rank: Cosmic Union Tier 22
Race: Eternal Human (Bloodline: Eternal Human – Origin)
Hidden Info: The prince has spent millennia waiting for the moment he will ascend as the next Emperor of the Loria Empire.
His bond with his sister, Crown Princess Milan, remains one of the few genuine ties he still claims.
Together... the two have already agreed to invade the world of Kalpa in ten years, once their preparations reach completion.]
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Akasha’s expression instantly tightened into a faint frown.
’Boy... boy... boy...’ he thought to himself, ’There’s no way this man leaves the auction alive.’
It didn’t even need explaining where that thought came from—especially after his recent habit of putting things off.
He wasn’t about to make the same mistakes again.
Crown Prince Matt drew himself upright, the full weight of imperial status gathering behind his voice.
"Do you truly... intend to set yourself against the Loria Empire?" he asked, each word shaped to carry both warning and aristocratic disdain.
Akasha looked back toward the auctioneer and released a quiet sigh.
In that moment, he spoke to Amber in his thoughts.
’Well... there’s been a change of plans,’ he said casually. ’You have five years to accomplish what you need... and you’ll probably want to track down Crown Princess Milan for any other leads.’
With that, he stepped forward and dropped from the railing.
He floated downward with effortless grace, bare feet touching the stage without a sound.
He regarded the auctioneer with a brief scoff, then reached out and closed his fingers around the ghostly egg.
The translucent shell settled into his palm as though it had always belonged there.
Seeing the sight of him... stealing, the hall erupted into chaos—voices shouting, chairs scraping, and goblets clattering to the floor.
[Blink (Monarch]
[Absolute Dream Anchor (Divine)]
HUMMMMM!!!!
Ignoring all the noise, Akasha unleashed two innate powers before vanishing from the stage in the blink of an eye... literally, as his voice lingered in the air like a fading echo.
"Sweet dreams~."
The moment those words sounded....
Every being within the auction—save Amber and those still seated inside her VIP box—collapsed at once into a fractured dream state, bodies slumping where they sat or stood, eyes open yet unseeing.
While that occurred, Akasha reappeared directly behind the Crown Prince as he was currently walking in "Dream Land"
His Dreamer’s Scythe then materialized in his hands with a single thought.
[Mark of Absolute Extinction (Divine)]
[Ineffable Affinity]
FWWOOOOM!!!!!!!
Just before the blade swung, he triggered the new skill, weaving it together with Ineffable Affinity.
Black flames flared to life along the scythe’s curved edge, ravenous and unyielding.
SHKKKKKK!!!!
The blade swept once in a clean, silent arc.
Without resistance, his head and body separated... and the black fire consumed both before a single drop of blood could fall.
The flames devoured everything—flesh, bone, and even his residual divinity—until nothing remained but empty air.
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