They all call me an Outer God.

"My ability is to force exchanges and gain faith from transactions, which can also be considered a kind of memetic pollution. But so far I know nothing about the memetic pollution of other black marketeers."

"As a lord of trade, I am totally unqualified."

Riya couldn't help laughing at himself, but he didn't know what method those people used, and he soon became drowsy, and the familiar feeling of fatigue came over him again.

Before losing consciousness, Riya heard conversations around her, as if other people had come here.

"Boss."

"..."

"Boss, we followed the plague doctor and unexpectedly got an unexpected gain. This person was able to heal himself after being injured. He must be an extraordinary person. So now we have to..."

"..."

"Good! Good! You are really wise!"

The conversation stopped abruptly.

When Riya regained consciousness, she heard an extremely noisy crying sound beside her ear.

He opened his eyes and shouted with a dry mouth, "What are you doing? I'm dying of thirst. Instead of yelling, you might as well give your dad some water."

After the child shouted this sentence, he obviously felt that the surroundings had become much quieter. A man wearing a half mask with only the lower half of his face exposed, as if he was attending a dark banquet, was holding a goblet filled with crimson wine, which swayed in the firelight, and the bubbles in the wine were shattered by the shaking.

He brought the glass closer to the bound cargo in the cage, looked at it carefully, then curled his lips and brought the glass closer to the child.

"I don't have any water here, only wine."

"Want to drink?"

The man asked, but the next second, he suddenly answered: "It is illegal to give alcohol to underage children without permission."

"So you'd better stay thirsty. Rather than yelling with all your energy, my customers would rather see the merchandise struggling in pain and longing for their salvation. Believe me, your struggle will drive the buyers crazy."

Then, the crystal red wine poured down, poured on the top of the product's head, and then flowed along his skin and splashed all over his body.

The wine dripped from Riya's wet hair. Riya didn't react at all, just shuddered.

Now he seems to have regained some autonomy.

So Leah lowered her head and said, "I know. I will be good."

I will be good——

Do you believe?

……

Ever since Ria was captured, those people, in order to maximize the utilization of extraordinary people, sold him as a commodity to the underground black market.

And this method of sale is auction.

At the underground auction, people from all over gathered here, including the famous nobles who usually show up in public, the congressmen who can make a name for themselves in parliament with their mouths, and the wealthy businessmen, after hearing that the auction was for the sale of extraordinary people, they all gathered here.

They use masks to hide their identities and separate the aboveground world from the underground world.

Extraordinary people, especially young extraordinary people, are definitely priceless treasures. Anyone who knows the value of them will know their value.

On the surface, people are afraid of their abilities and belittle those patients as worthless, viewing them as a disaster. But if you have to say it, who doesn't envy the extraordinary people?

They possess supernatural powers that can turn decay into magic, and can do almost anything they want. Ordinary people are like tiny ants in front of them.

Therefore, a rumor emerged.

The extraordinary people are the spreaders of the plague. If you can find a way to get the plague, you can obtain the extraordinary and join the extraordinary people.

This publicity is enough to encourage those who are skilled and daring to take risks, search for extraordinary people and capture or hunt them.

Although they were the ones being hunted most of the time, things were different now. The auction was going to auction off a young extraordinary person who was young and not very capable, so he could be slowly trained.

What's more, I heard that she looks good.

Based on the above conditions, the auction site was packed with guests this time, and the popularity even exceeded that of some mysterious items that dominated the scene in previous years.

The price of a supernatural being is higher than that of gold, and it can be called a priceless treasure.

When Riya appeared in front of them, dripping wet in the cage, he heard the people's revelry. Then, a tall and beautiful woman came close to the cage and lifted his chin with the whip in her hand, making him look directly at everyone.

Riya was no stranger to this scene, he had been a businessman and naturally a commodity.

The faces of the people in the audience were hidden in the darkness, only their eyes revealed a greedy gleam, just like the thousands of lurking jackals. The creepy gazes and the swallowing sounds of the beasts complemented each other.

"Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests, this child is the finale of this auction. Wild extraordinary people do not have the protection of plague doctors, so you can bid with confidence."

The woman smiled, the luster of her red lips was brighter than the candlelight.

"Perhaps you still cannot appreciate the intuitive value of extraordinary people after watching this, so let's do some entertainment--"

As she spoke, she pulled out a short knife from the belt on her thigh and slashed the neck of the auction item mercilessly.

"Thorn."

Blood gushed out, and this scene shocked the buyers in the audience, but more people became red in the face and stood up on the spot.

They saw a miracle.

The gushing blood soon stopped, and the hideous scar on the neck healed at a speed visible to the naked eye in full view of everyone.

"Hehehe, are you satisfied, everyone?" The girl's gentle and seductive voice sounded softly, and everyone in the audience had fallen into madness.

"Quick quote!"

"Make an offer now! I want this person!"

"Okay." The girl put her index finger nail, which was painted bright red, to her lips.

"The starting price is 7.5 million gold coins. Each bid increase must not be less than 500,000 gold coins."

"Boom!!!" The crowd suddenly became excited, with shouts, threats and price-raising sounds ringing in the ears.

The auctioneer's grin widened.

Riya also found a slightly more comfortable posture and calmly watched the crowd's carnival, as if he was not the one being auctioned, as if this auction had nothing to do with him at all.

It also seemed as if he was the one who should sit high above and witness and dominate all this trade.

"Three hundred million gold coins!"

"Three hundred and five hundred thousand gold coins!"

"Four hundred million gold coins!"

"Five billion!"

"I'll pay 800 million!"

"Eight hundred and five hundred thousand!"

"Are you trying to make things difficult for me? One and a half billion! One and a half billion. I want this man—"

A loud voice that was louder than anything else drowned out everything else, and as the price was announced, the rest of the people fell silent.

(End of this chapter)