Oguro sensed that he still couldn't fully control the newly obtained ability, so he immediately restored the chaotic magnetic field back to normal.
After a brief disturbance, the nearby civilians didn't notice anything unusual and quickly returned to their routine.
To avoid affecting others, Oguro shifted his training toward strengthening his own body.
Magneto had a very practical technique.
He could form a powerful force field around himself, one strong enough to block most matter and energy.
At his peak, Magneto could withstand several thermonuclear weapons with that move alone.
Oguro estimated that if he could master this technique, then even that ancient weapon suspected to be Uranus—the one that destroyed the entire Lulusia Kingdom in the original timeline—he might be able to block it without suffering a scratch.
"Heh... time to give this group of so-called advanced civilizations a taste of real science."
Oguro chuckled to himself.
But saying it was easy didn't mean doing it was.
To achieve that level, Oguro's magnetic force had to reach the atomic level.
That was not something you handled in a single afternoon.
He slipped a few coins into his pocket, planning to start with simple metals.
After all, metal was the most sensitive to magnetism.
Once he reached the point where he could alter the atomic structure of metal, he would finally be ready to attempt the truly advanced applications.
"Lord Soul King," Soi Fon reported from outside the door, "the slaver teams belonging to the auction houses have started to arrive."
"The auction houses claim they have premium stock this time, so they intend to hold a large-scale auction tomorrow."
"Oh? That does sound interesting."
A cold light flashed in Oguro's eyes.
Originally he only intended to eliminate the hunters who kidnapped people.
But judging from the situation, those disgusting buyers who treated human lives like playthings were no better.
He might as well clean them up while he was at it.
After all, without buyers, there were no sellers.
"Tomorrow, we'll join the fun."
Meanwhile, on Grove 66 of the Sabaody Archipelago, a group of civilians were violently driven aside, forced to kneel along the road.
Down the center walkway, a formation of CP0 agents in white suits marched forward first, their eyes sharply scanning the area.
Trailing behind them were two people in astronaut-like outfits, each wearing a transparent bubble helmet.
Celestial Dragons.
The civilians on both sides trembled on their knees, heads hung low.
A single mistake could get them killed, and no one would even question it.
The two Celestial Dragons were leisurely sitting atop the backs of two humans, using reins wrapped around their necks as if they were riding animals.
This was slavery.
Forbidden by the World Government—but completely acceptable for Celestial Dragons.
"Clantonl, I heard the auction houses stocked up on some rare goods again. Want to go take a look?"
The one speaking had short blue hair and a sunken face that made him look like a sickly monkey.
Clantonl, on the other hand, was short and round—if someone claimed he was a rolling ball from the back, people might believe it.
He whipped the slave beneath him as he replied excitedly.
"Of course, Baskondal! I'm already bored of this slave. Perfect timing to pick up some new ones!"
The slave beneath him felt an instant surge of terror.
What happened to unwanted slaves?
If they were lucky, they were assigned to labor until they died in Mary Geoise.
If unlucky, they were executed on the spot.
Despite their decadence, even Celestial Dragons didn't waste money feeding useless slaves.
In overwhelming fear, the slave's body stiffened, and he accidentally stumbled—throwing Clantonl off.
"Protect Saint Clantonl!"
A CP0 agent shouted, using Soru to flash several meters forward and catch the Celestial Dragon in time.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
The CP0 who caught him widened his eyes, staring at the bullet wound in his chest before collapsing onto the bloodstained ground.
Clantonl stomped his skull furiously.
"You filthy commoner! Who allowed you to touch me with your disgusting hands?!"
In moments, the CP0's head had been reduced to a bloody pulp.
Once he was tired of stomping, Clantonl gasped for breath and ordered the CP0 captain beside him.
"That disgusting commoner offended me. Go find his family. Kill them all."
CP0 agents were mostly orphans raised by the government.
But a portion grew up, started families, and had children who then became the next generation of CP0 candidates.
Clantonl's order effectively erased an entire loyal family line—one that had served the Celestial Dragons for generations.
The CP0 captain didn't show even a flicker of emotion.
"Yes, Saint Clantonl."
Feeling satisfied, Clantonl climbed back onto the trembling slave and lashed him again.
"Walk properly, you useless slave!"
The slave forced himself to move, legs shaking uncontrollably.
He accidentally stepped into the pool of blood left by the CP0, leaving behind a long red footprint.
—The next day.
Oguro arrived at Grove 1.
This was where the largest auction houses were located.
Taking a seat in the back rows, he could oversee the entire hall from above.
He had to admit—this world had far too many scumbags.
Almost all six hundred seats were filled.
"Memorize everyone who buys a slave," Oguro instructed the subordinates behind him.
There were too many people to eliminate them all, and it would tarnish the reputation of the Holy Spirit Empire.
So Oguro decided to target only those who successfully purchased slaves.
The auction soon began.
Slaves were not offered immediately.
Instead, they first sold some common items.
Rare jewelry.
Named swords.
Various exotic goods.
Oguro even spotted firearms manufactured by his own empire—luxury custom models decorated with gold, silver, and gemstones.
He remembered a wealthy merchant buying one half for collection, half for self-defense.
Apparently it had been stolen by pirates and ended up here.
That single gun could buy a hundred normal pistols.
Finally, the headline item of the auction appeared.
"Everyone, the main event of today's auction is about to begin!"
The auctioneer announced excitedly.
"Our next item is the captain of the Blood Arrow Pirates—Striker! A big-name pirate with a bounty of forty-six million berries!"
A towering man nearly three meters tall was dragged onto the stage, thick muscles bulging like knotted ropes.
An explosive collar wrapped around his neck.
One wrong move and his head would fly.
"Oh ho! That's quite a slave! I bid sixty million!"
The merchant-like man grinned.
With a bounty of 46 million, the starting price was fifty million.
"Sixty million for something this rare? I bid sixty-five!"
"Sixty-eight million!"
The crowd erupted into a frenzy of bids.
Then—
The front doors of the auction house were violently pushed open.