They all call me an Outer God.

"It can split infinitely. You only need to make a wish to it, and you can take new gold coins from it continuously, and there is no price... Mr. Butler, what do you think the value of this thing is?"

Sullivan spoke these words to Fred in all seriousness, but the other blew his beard as if he thought he was joking.

"Don't be ridiculous, young master, you really amused me."

He laughed so hard that he could hardly breathe. After a long while, he straightened up and said, "You mean you want to ask me how much a thing that can continuously split new gold coins is worth? And you are actually willing to sell it.

Let’s not talk about these for now, let’s talk about the function of this thing first. Although the existence of mysterious items is not uncommon in our circle, I still want to say——

There is no such thing as a mysterious item that can generate money infinitely. Its existence is a paradox. Even the legendary alchemy dare not write about it! This thing does not exist!"

Fred thought Sullivan was too old to talk nonsense, or he must be crazy.

The value of gold is obvious to all. Gold is equivalent to currency, but currency is not equivalent to gold. If gold can be generated infinitely, at the very least it will be detrimental to the balance between people, and at the most it can even destroy the global economy.

Even when fanatics make wishes to God, God doesn’t dare to grant them.

“But now it appears before your eyes.”

Sullivan held the gold coin and then released it: "If you don't believe it, you can make a wish to it."

"I don't dare to make wishes to mysterious objects casually. These things have a price."

“It doesn’t.”

"Hehehe."

Fred smiled and shook his head, but he was really interested in this thing, so he went out and found a bodyguard from an outsourcing company and asked him to try to make a wish on this thing.

"The old man is quite cautious."

Sullivan secretly complained, but he was also very interested in this kind of wishing scene, so a group of people surrounded a bodyguard and watched him make a wish to the gold coin.

"I wish I had another gold coin."

As the bodyguard's voice fell, the original gold coin turned into two. Seeing that the new gold coins had appeared for a long time but still no special phenomenon occurred, everyone hurriedly asked the bodyguard to try again.

"No matter how many gold coins you wish for, these things will be considered your salary for today."

The original bodyguard might still be afraid of this inexplicable supernatural phenomenon, but when Fred said this to him, the bodyguard's concerns were immediately thrown out of the window.

Sullivan was not willing to think about what he had experienced that day. No matter how many things there were, even if it was gold, he would get tired of seeing them too much, not to mention that the gold did not belong to him!
He just saw the bodyguard buried by gold coins. When everyone thought he was crushed to death, he suddenly crawled out from the pile of gold coins, then hugged the gold coins with a happy face, which made people around him jealous.

Sullivan knew that his action was quite risky, because there was a chance that someone would be greedy and kill him and take the gold coins. Fortunately, the people here were relatively reasonable on the surface. They agreed to Sullivan's auction request, and they also understood that this auction must be unusual.

Maybe everyone will go crazy because of this thing.

All Sullivan has to do now is wait patiently for the auction to begin.

To be honest, it felt good to be under God’s protection for the first time.

Soon after, at the auction site, everyone took their seats. The huge auction venue was also divided into different levels. For example, the owner of this auction would not show up until the last minute, so Sullivan had to wait no matter how anxious he was.

"I always feel like I'm not prepared enough. It would be nice if there was a bomb."

Sullivan used the identity of the eldest son of the Viscount. Because of his father, they would arrange a VIP seat for Sullivan in a private room on the second floor. This was a treatment only the nobles could enjoy. As for those rich people without titles, they could only crowd in the audience like a group of ants. "Will he be in the crowd too?"

Before the auction officially started, Sullivan tried to find the man who called himself "Swar", but as expected, he found nothing.

Just when Sullivan thought he would not appear again, he was caught off guard to find that his room was fogged up. Then, the young man casually sat on the chair opposite him and was in the same room with him.

"How did you get in?"

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you."

Shiwaer raised his glasses and coughed: "Is everything done?"

"Of course, I'm ready to exchange one gold coin for more gold coins from others, so that I can get money without paying any price!"

"Good, you learn quickly."

Shiwaer praised him, then closed his eyes and seemed to be thinking about something: "It's a pity that I can't even be one ten-thousandth of His. But this is probably one of the reasons why He wants me to guide you."

“Actually, I wanted to ask this from the beginning.”

Sullivan looked at Shival: "The "He" you have been referring to is the Lord of Trade, right?"

"Yes."

Schwar did not deny it, nor did he have any intention of covering it up.

“Why did He help me? Will He help every believer in this way?”

"What makes you think He is helping you on purpose? He is not the kind of person who meddles in other people's affairs. Watch carefully, kid. As His followers, you and I are both fortunate to witness a performance that belongs only to angels."

When Schwale mentioned these things, he became a little excited. He narrowed his eyes, grabbed the plate on the table and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it as if it were a cookie.

Completely ignoring the strange look from Sullivan.

Sullivan discovered that two out of three sentences of Schwarz mentioned "Him", but he didn't know what to say. The revenge that he was worried about not being able to accomplish became feasible under Schwarz's guidance.

He himself was more like a witness. If that god said he wanted to turn this place into a performance stage, then he only needed to be a so-called audience and cheer for Him, even though he did not understand the name of the performance that this being would perform.

Schwarz on the side seemed to understand his thoughts and slightly curled the corners of his mouth. The shadow under him became more hideous and twisted, as if it was parasitized by infinite hyphae. These fungi were growing wildly, entangled, and then releasing their own dark spores.

He did not give Sullivan a specific answer, but just said it casually.

"There are too many termites in Endles."

"The borers need bigger borers to suppress them, otherwise it will cause countless troubles."

"You want to kill all the termites here. We can help you, but simply killing them is too boring. If I want to, it's just a matter of thought."

“So we came up with a more interesting way to play.”

(End of this chapter)