A decent influx of mind points showed up in the form of notifications as silence spread throughout the crowd.
Three seconds later, Amon heard the same voice.
"Eleven Thousand."
"What a broke bitch." Amon commented, his voice mysteriously enhanced so everyone could hear him. He didn't know how it worked and he wasn't in a hurry to find out either.
"I'll go with twenty. Come on, I thought you were some sort of big rich kid but you're nothing but a beggar. Wait, is that the VIP seat? Why's a beggar sitting on a VIP seat?"
[Rotten Tongue donated 10,001 coins.]
Rotten Tongue: Keep going! Kill him! Fatality!!
[DommyMommy donated 100,000 coins.]
DommyMommy: Humiliate him for me.
'Your wish is my command.' Amon said inwardly the auction staff and the crowd stared in his direction.
The woman on the stage paused, staring at Amon while looking like she was trying to listen to someone.
A moment later, she flashed a warm and welcoming smile at him.
"Sir, we apologise deeply for not being able to welcome a man of your stature. Please follow our staff to the VIP seat."
Amon shrugged and looked at the man who had appeared right beside him.
"Lead the way."
"Yes sir, please follow me."
The two of them soon walked to the front and Amon finally got to see his competitor's face. The corners of his lips twitched under his mask but he forced himself to act like everything was fine.
'Fucking hell… why's an SS ranker here for fucks sake?! Even if I spend all my money and get her free, there's no way I can keep her safe from his clutches. Was this a lost cause from the start?'
Before he could overthink things, two guys carried an armchair that looked pretty nice. The cushions were covered with bright red fabric made of silk while the rest of it was pitch black.
Amon nodded and sat down right beside the SS ranker.
"So, what's a country bumpkin like you doing here? If I remember correctly, your sect has a strict rule against relationships right? Oh wait I forgot, it's because your master wants her reverse harem to be perfect.
"Right, you're her favourite right? Even though she's a rank lower than you… she just can't seem to let you go. I wonder if it's just because you're stronger than her or… is it because…" he said and leaned closer, whispering in his ears, "you're her slave?"
Crunch
The auction staff and the people nearby went silent. None of them wished to get involved in a fight between S ranked monsters, let alone an SS ranked and a guy who seemed to have no fears about provoking this SS ranked demon.
Amon raised his eyebrow at the guy beside him as he glanced at the armrest that had been crushed. The cushioning had been squeezed flat and the wood splintered.
"What a hot headed donkey. No wonder people call you the muscle king, you can't use your brain for shit."
"Fifty Thousand." Muscle King said, his voice trembling with rage as he glared at he ground below.
Amon did his best to keep his shit together as he looked up at the girl, only to see her doing her best as she tried not to laugh. Her face contorted, turning red as the auction host gave her a sideways glance.
"Stop doing that." she glared at her and looked forward.
"Fifty thousand coins!! Is there anyone who would like to challenge the great Muscle King!? Fifty Thousand going once~!!"
"Haaaa…" Amon exhaled exaggeratedly as he shook his head, "Man, why are broke bitches even trying to fight me? One Hundred thousand."
"One… One Hundred Thousand!! One Hundred Thousand coins!" the hold yelled excitedly as she glanced at the Muscle King who crushed the other armrest in response.
Gritting his teeth, he growled, "Hundred and Ten Thousand…"
Amon smirked before laughing loudly, "Haaahahahahahaha!! Fucking useless. I thought you'd double mine but I guess I was wrong. You really are a broke bitch. When you go back to your sect, go lick your master's feet and maybe she'll give you some pocket money. Right, there were rumors that you liked feet."
The Muscle King stood up, his fists clenched as he finally turned to glare at Amon, "You…"
"Child, just sit down and put some respect on this grandpa's name. I know you're a broke bitch but do you really want to lose your life over such a small issue?" he asked casually before turning to look at the host.
"Two hundred and fifty thousand."
"T- two-"
"Ten million." the Muscle King interrupted her while glaring straight at Amon, "Old man, can you really match that?"
Amon who was taken by surprise, looked up at him and shrugged, "I can but that doesn't mean that I will. Man, youngsters these days are so dumb. Imagine spending two million on a slave. Wait, do you even have that kind of money?"
The muscle king stared at Amon, his entire body shaking from rage. He had already given up on the elf girl when he heard the numbers hit 250,000 coins.
'My bluff backfired…' he thought as he looked around, 'No one will mind if I just kill everyone here and leave right? But… even if I wish to do that, I don't think I should provoke this old man… whoever he is…'
His eyes turned red as he glared at Amon but did not say a word.
'I hate him… I want to kill him… crush him to pulp… but master… ugh! She'll let me lick her feet if I don't cause trouble. For master's feet.. yes.'
The Muscle King calmed down before he turned to look at the host, "I was just bluffing. You can give her to him for whatever price he offered."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAH what a fucking bitch! Do you not know how auctions work? Or are you so dumb that you couldn't read the rules?"
A man in a bright red suit and cargo shorts walked out from behind the stage and looked at the Muscle King.
"Sir Marco, thanks to your actions, I will now have to restart this round. I will be writing a letter to your sect master for compensation. Ten Million… you foolish child."
Amon yawned, trying his best to keep his heartbeat under control, "Start it quick. I got other places to be in."
"Sir, you can have her for free. Please forgive us for this unpleasant experience tonight."