SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297: What kind of scam is this?

From the back of the stage, a beautiful woman stepped forward. She wore a fitted white dress that hugged her form, exuding elegance and calm authority. Her arrival drew gasps and whistles from the crowd. Her beauty was almost ethereal, her presence commanding the room effortlessly.

Across dozens of livestreams, bullet screens exploded:

"Damn, who is she?! That’s the auction host?"

"I don’t even care about the items anymore. I’m here for her."

"10/10 design. NPC or real model?"

"If this is the vibe from the host, the legendary item better be divine."

The woman gave a graceful nod and spoke in a voice as clear and smooth as flowing water.

"Welcome, honored guests," she said, her tone polite yet brimming with charisma. "Let the Valemire City Auction officially commence. I am Davina, your host for the day."

A ripple of excitement ran through the hall.

"Please, bring out the first item."

An elegant assistant walked onto the stage, holding a polished black case. She placed it atop the pedestal, unlocked the latch, and opened it slowly.

Inside gleamed a huge broadsword, dark steel edged with a faint green shimmer.

Davina turned toward the crowd. "Our first item today: a finely crafted Rare-grade sword. Usable by players level 50 and above. It boasts extraordinary stats and has interesting enchanted skills."

Immediately, a low murmur rolled through the audience. Assassin and mage mains leaned back, uninterested. Sword-focused warriors, on the other hand, leaned forward in their seats, eyes narrowing with curiosity. A few in the VIP section even tapped discreet messages into their interfaces.

Meanwhile, the sword itself sat under the glow of mana-powered lights, the green shimmer dancing like mist trapped in steel. It wasn’t a game-changer, but it was rare enough to warrant serious attention.

"Starting bid: 40 Gold Coins," Davina declared, raising a single delicate hand.

A chime echoed as the bidding began.

"Forty-five!" someone in the back shouted.

"Fifty!" came another voice from the left balcony.

"Sixty-five!" a heavy spender in the mid-row raised a crystalline token.

"Eighty!" a VIP player murmured.

Damon watched with mild amusement from his seat in the shadows. No one was bidding seriously at the moment. This sword, while flashy, was just an appetizer. The legendary item was still under wraps, and everyone was waiting for it.

The bids on the broadsword eventually crested just above 140 gold coins. A burly warrior-type from the Frosthammer Guild secured it with a satisfied grunt and a raised fist.

Davina offered a polite smile as the weapon was carried away. "Congratulations to bidder seventy-three. Let us proceed to the next item."

But across the hall, the murmurs grew louder.

"When will they reveal the legendary item?"

"I bet they’ll drag it out until the last ten minutes."

"Does anyone know what it is yet?"

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