Chapter 1 The Auction

This amethyst-level auction was personally organized by the Vorsey Empire itself.

It wasn't something that auctions held by some families, business associations, or powerful individuals could compare to.

Auctions were divided into three levels: bronze, chrysoberyl, and amethyst.

The amethyst level was held once every thousand years, and the empire would bring out many good things for the gods to bid on.

Among them were treasures that even some big shots coveted.

Was the Vorsey Empire short of money? Definitely not. They could print as much as they wanted. So why did they bring out these good things for auction?

Amethyst coins were issued jointly by the two major empires.

For a currency to circulate, it had to have purchasing power.

If a hundred coins couldn't even buy a loaf of bread, no one would want to earn money.

Amethyst coins could be used for consumption and enjoyment on any planet, but that wasn't enough. There had to be some items that were helpful to the gods in order to motivate them to earn money.

The amethyst-level auction was equivalent to the empire indirectly recovering the currency in the hands of the gods, so they would continue to earn money.

The two major empires firmly controlled all the gods through currency, making them willingly work for them.

Shi Su, Huang Yao, the Snake Mother, and even the Sixth Sect Leader in front of him—didn't all of them want to make money?

Didn't the Sixth Sect Leader say that he would risk his life for Chen Luo for a million amethyst coins a year?

If amethyst coins weren't valuable and could only buy food, drink, and entertainment, who would risk their life to earn money?

Listening to the Sixth Sect Leader's endless chatter, Chen Luo was thoughtful. There would definitely be many good things at this grand auction.

If he could sweep them all away...

The thought was delightful.

Was this the opportunity that Rice mentioned?

If he exposed his time stasis, the other party would be on guard, such as increasing security or changing the rules of the auction to restrict him.

It seemed that the two defensive Laws absolutely couldn't be exposed either, or he wouldn't even be able to sneak in if he revealed them.

As if remembering something, the Sixth Sect Leader exclaimed, "I forgot, we're too far away from the Vorsey Empire's headquarters. It'll take four or five months to fly there."

"It seems that you can't go even if you want to, Brother. Unless you call Lord Shi Su over to teleport you there."

Chen Luo smiled faintly. Call Shi Su? His spatial teleportation comprehension shouldn't be as high as mine. His two Laws of aberrant energy couldn't compare to my four Laws.

I'm definitely going to this auction. How could I miss this kind of excitement?

If I could wear a set of armor, it would be even safer.

Chen Luo looked towards Norton's work area, thinking of finding a time to sneak in and take a look.

Inside the area, Norton was working at a spacious workbench, carefully crafting a piece of metal.

It was clear that Norton was in a bad mood, wearing a deadpan expression.

A female dwarf walked in, holding a communicator, and said, "Ancestor, Lord Caroline is calling. Do you still want to answer it?"

Norton never answered calls while working, but that was only for ordinary people. This Caroline was no ordinary big shot.

A flash of anger crossed Norton's eyes as he took the communicator. As soon as he answered, Norton roared, "Keep pushing, you old hag! I haven't had a good night's sleep or a decent drink in over a hundred years to make this armor for you, and you're still pushing me? Do you think pushing me will make me faster?"

"I'm telling you, I quit! Find someone else!"

Caroline on the other end remained silent for a moment. She was familiar with Norton's personality.

Norton loved to drink. After working for a year, he would take ten years off. Making him work for a hundred years straight was already difficult for him.

Caroline said softly, "Hold on a little longer. I'm not calling to push you. I just want to know the progress."

There seemed to be an unspeakable magic in Caroline's words.

Norton sneered, "Trying to hypnotize me again? It's not going to work. I said I'm quitting, and I'm quitting."

Caroline's armor was only missing a helmet. Norton could finish it quickly if he tried, but Norton was quitting.

Norton hung up the phone and violently shoved the workbench, making a mess of the entire studio.

Norton took out bottles of strong liquor from his space ring and poured them into his mouth.

This kind of liquor was very strong; even gods could get drunk from it.

As he drank, Norton, in a bad mood, walked out of the studio and staggered away.

The Sixth Sect Leader was taking Chen Luo to register, calling him "Brother" at every turn.

The Sixth Sect Leader wanted to curry favor with Chen Luo so that Chen Luo would take him along to get rich. He was very sweet-talking.

The Sixth Sect Leader's expression was normal. It didn't cost him a penny to say some nice words. Maybe this Wan Ling Gui Zhen had a way to make money?

It would be too strange not to register, so Chen Luo let the Sixth Sect Leader take him.

"Master Norton."

"Heavens, it's Master Norton."

The gods waiting in the reception area immediately swarmed around when they saw a short dwarf with a scruffy beard, a somewhat wretched appearance, and a flushed face coming out.

"Master Norton, hello, hello. I've admired you for a long time."

"Master Norton, you look just like my father."

The Sixth Sect Leader, who was with Chen Luo, immediately abandoned Chen Luo to flatter Norton.

Rumor had it that Norton was very susceptible to flattery. If you flattered him well, you might even get your armor made for free.

The Sixth Sect Leader couldn't squeeze in at all.

Chen Luo was somewhat surprised. He had thought that this Norton would be a calm and capable weapon-refining master, but he didn't expect him to be a wretched little old man?

Norton reeked of alcohol and cursed, "Get the hell out of here! I'm not taking any orders for a thousand years! Go wherever you want, and don't get in my way!"

He cursed at these gods as if they were his grandsons.

The Sixth Sect Leader said that Norton had a bad temper. Indeed, he was very bad-tempered.

One of the gods, with a very ugly expression, said, "Master, I've been waiting for thirty years. It's almost my turn. It's not good for you to say you're not doing it, is it?"

With a "bang," Norton smashed a bottle and pointed at him.

"I said I'm not doing it. Do you have a problem with that? Do you want to be wanted? Come on, report his information to the empire, put him on the blacklist, and he'll never find a job for the rest of his life."

Norton pointed at the crowd again. "Only the incompetent wait here. A bunch of trash, with no money and no strength. I said I'm not doing it. Does anyone else have any objections?"

Everyone's faces were extremely ugly, but no one dared to say anything.

Norton was an extremely rare metal-type god who could forge armor. You might not need spatial teleportation, but you definitely needed armor.

Norton knew a lot of big shots, was also an imperial marquis, and even the Vorsey Empire had to curry favor with him.

Indeed, the gods present were all at the bottom of the god rankings, with at most two Laws.

Norton could curse them, and they really wouldn't dare to say a word.

Chen Luo was secretly speechless. He had thought that the ordinary dwarves outside were arrogant enough, but he didn't expect someone to be even more arrogant than them.

It was a family tradition.