Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1359

Chapter 1359: Tie

Though he could only hear the host’s voice, Atticus could feel the tension mounting in the room, the energy of countless wills pressing in, every contender unwilling to back down.

The host looked like he was basking in the frenzy. His smile only grew wider as he raised his hand high.

"Eight thousand high grade will stones!" he announced. Multiple booths lit up.

"Eight thousand five!"

"Nine thousand!"

The air seemed to thrum. Atticus unease grew. They had resources, yes, but there were so many willing to bleed this much for a vein root. What if they couldn’t afford to get the item?

Then the host’s voice boomed again, echoing across the grand hall.

"Twenty thousand high grade will stones!"

Atticus narrowed his eyes. They’d gotten to that level already? The bidding had reached a different level entirely.

’We only have thirty thousand.’

Of course, thirty thousand will stone wasn’t all they had. They had acquired hundreds of thousands from Nerrot’s world, but unfortunately, the high grade will stones, which was what the auction house accepted, were only thirty thousand.

However, in a fortunate turn of events, it would seem as though Atticus wasn’t the only one taken aback by the number.

Of the numerous booths he had seen light up earlier, only a handful had bid.

’Just three.’

"Twenty one thousand!" The host’s voice boomed, and Atticus watched the three booths lt up once more.

"Twenty two thousand!"

The three booths lit up once more.

"Twenty three thousand...!"

Three lights. The same thing repeated itself until the bid reached twenty five thousand. One dropped, leaving only two.

The two fought to outbid each other until the bid got to twenty seven thousand high grade will stones. One more dropped leaving only one.

Until now, Atticus hadn’t bided once. And as the host voice rang out.

"Twenty eight thousand five," his voice boomed as though begging people to accept. "Twenty eight thousand five, anyone?"

Atticus pressed the bidding button, and his booth lit up. Though the host eyes immediately lit up with excitement at the new bidder, Atticus felt eyes on their booth almost instantly.

Piercing, cold. It came from multiple booths, many curious. But the coldest stare came from the one booth that had been about to win before he bid.

Atticus ignored every single one of them. They couldn’t see him, anyway.

"Twenty nine thousand high grade will stones!"

A pause, and Atticus saw the same booth lighting up. He also clicked his bidding button.

"Twenty nine thousand five!"

Once more, both booths lit up.

"Thirty thousand!"

’Shit.’ Atticus cursed as he saw the booth light up.

’This is our last bid.’ He realized.

He turned to Whisker. "Any ideas?"

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