On the upper floor of the grand auction house, where large crystal chandeliers sparkled and the scents of cinnamon and incense filled the air, Arin von Reinhaver sat in his private suite, surrounded by indescribable luxury.Despite his overweight body and apparent laziness, the name von Reinhaver weighed more than mountains, and his family—feared by all, from ordinary nobles to the imperial family itself—was a symbol of unmatched power and prestige.No one dared oppose or belittle him, even with his laziness and arrogant features that concealed his ambition.
He stood before the massive mirror, looking at his protruding belly and double chin, but in his eyes shone an unbreakable determination.He whispered to himself:"The handsomeness I possess is the secret to my coming power, and I will not remain as I am. I will lose weight, become super handsome... and stronger than everyone."
He asked his maid to bring him a set of rare herbs that would help him burn fat and purify his body:
Nivara roots
Siltomis leaves
Black Klarent sap
Purple Amraz oil
These herbs were extremely rare and could only be obtained at such a grand auction.
In the auction hall, voices rose with calls and whispers as nobles, sorcerers, and merchants gathered around the auction platform.The walls clad in royal zendir wood, sparkling crystal chandeliers, and luxurious seats all added to the majesty of the place.
One artifact after another appeared on the platform, each displayed on crystal bases glowing with magical colors.
A small but astonishing piece was brought out:"The Purple Dragon's Heart."
A purple stone pulsing with faint light, but it showed no apparent magical power.The announcer said:"An artifact from the Third Age, found in the ruins of Mount Galdor. It has no apparent magical energy and is considered merely decorative."
Most attendees laughed, thinking it worthless.But Arin looked at it differently and whispered to himself:"This is not just decoration, but a core of raw energy that can transform my body into a vessel of pure power."
He confidently raised his paddle, announcing a bid higher than anyone else.
Next, a girl of the Elven race was brought on stage, silver-haired and violet-eyed, bound by magical ropes.She belonged to the Elvindar clan, a once powerful and well-known Elven family now fallen.Her presence exuded the proud arrogance of her kind, but the attendees saw her as a mere sexual object.
Ordinary nobles whispered lewd remarks, while a key figure—the brilliant and ambitious girl from the same chapter as Arin—stood up and challenged him in bidding for the elf.
Arin smiled sardonically, knowing that this Elven girl would become his strongest weapon in the coming days.He whispered to himself:"Freedom? No, she will become a tool in my hands, and I will make her stronger than me."
The legendary elixir "Ravenil" was also displayed—a shining silver liquid known for its ability to cure magical freezing caused by rapid weight loss.Arin knew losing weight would be a difficult battle, and this elixir would be his savior.
Also presented was the rare Eldamora scroll, sealed with the magic of darkness, lightning, and ice.These magical traits ran in Arin's blood but had not yet manifested.
The auction was not limited to what Arin sought alone; many rare treasures were displayed: magical weapons, ancient tools, mysterious scrolls—all fueling the nobles' competitive greed.
Bidding intensified as Arin clashed directly with the female lead from his chapter, who challenged him fiercely, especially over the Elven girl.
The bidding was a battle of wills and power, each raising their paddle with determination.
Whenever the name Arin von Reinhaver was heard, the hall fell silent in respect and fear.His family was terrifying and powerful, their prestige unquestioned—even by the imperial family.
After hours of heated competition, Arin succeeded in acquiring everything he had come for:
The Purple Dragon's Heart
The Ravenil elixir
The Eldamora scroll
The Elven girl
Returning to his suite, placing his new treasures beside him, his eyes gleamed with enthusiasm.He knew the road ahead was long and that true power had yet to begin.
He whispered to himself:"Now the real game begins."