An hour later.
The auction panel glowed like a miniature sun before Raven's eyes.
Lines of divine text flickered, blinking with every new bid. And at the top of it all—a number that made even him pause for a second.
[Current Bid: 1,000,000 Divinity]
Raven leaned back, arms crossed, a slow grin spreading across his face. "One million… for a glorified selfie."
Omni, lounging in tattoo form on his wrist, whistled low. "Boss, that's not a selfie. That's divine inflation made sexy."
Raven smirked. "Not wrong."
The screen blinked again—not from a bid this time, but from a flurry of furious, glowing messages.
[New Bid: 1,001,000 Divine Merit! Message: "RAVEN, END THIS NOW AND I'LL LET THIS BE!" – Goddess_Luria.]
That, however, was just one of her bid-comments.
She had been sending many such messages.
