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When Shen Fei announced the starting bid of "one billion US dollars," the auction hall fell silent. Everyone was still reeling from the scene of time reversal.

One billion US dollars.

This amount could buy a small country, and it's more money than most people here could earn in a lifetime.

But here, this is just the beginning.

The silence lasted for less than three seconds.

Then, the whole place went wild.

"Buzz—"

At almost the same time, more than 80% of the bidding electronic boards in the venue lit up.

Red numbers jumped upwards on each screen, converging on the main screen in the center of the stage to form a stream of numbers.

"1.5 billion!"

"Two billion!"

"I'll offer 2.5 billion! US dollars!"

"Three billion!"

Prices are not rising.

It is making explosive leaps, measured in "hundreds of millions".

An expensive and extravagant auction has begun.

There is no reason or calculation here, only greed for life and fear of death.

These wealthy individuals, who usually control the world's economic lifeline, experienced for the first time what it's like to be dominated by desire.

And they did it willingly.

In a corner of the VIP section, Friedrich von Heinz stared intently at the remaining nine golden vials on the stage, his breathing rapid and his forehead covered in sweat.

He was struggling internally.

His lineage and heritage, which he had always been proud of, were utterly insignificant in the face of the vivid reversal of time he had just witnessed.

He saw it.

He saw a new era dawning, an era where money and power could no longer measure anything, and where life and time were the only things that could be traded.

He and the ancient alliance he represents are on the verge of being eliminated.

Do not!

He can't accept it!

He couldn't accept being excluded from this game that would determine his future.

He must get a copy.

Even if it's just to prove that he and his family still deserve to sit at this poker table.

After a brief hesitation, possessiveness overcame arrogance.

Heinz, his eyes red, reached out a trembling hand and pressed the bidding button in front of him forcefully.

"Four billion!"

His involvement made the already fierce bidding even more intense.

Soon, those wealthy individuals who didn't have enough money were left behind, and the bidding turned into a competition among a few top giants.

A tough-minded young tech upstart from Silicon Valley.

A mysterious royal heir from the Middle East makes bids with remarkable composure, as if his family's oil fields could flow until the end of the world.

There was also Heinz, a banker who represented the last vestige of dignity for the old European aristocracy.

Six billion!

"Seven billion!"

"Eight billion five billion!"

"Ten billion!"

When the Silicon Valley upstart casually announced "ten billion," a collective gasp filled the room.

One hundred billion US dollars.

Just to gain one to three years of youth.

This number exceeded everyone's expectations, leaving those present feeling somewhat suffocated.

They are willing to give everything for time.

"One hundred and five billion!" The Middle Eastern prince remained calm.

Heinz's face turned bright red, and his chest heaved violently.

This number is almost at the limit of the cash he can use.

But he cannot back down.

His withdrawal meant that he and the old forces he represented had completely surrendered.

"One hundred and eleven billion!"

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the number.

His bloodshot eyes peered over the crowd, fixed on the young man on the stage who had remained calm throughout.

His eyes held a defiant glint, as if he were shouting with all his might:

Look! Do you see that? This is the foundation I represent! This is the wealth and power passed down for hundreds of years!

He thought this would be his final blow.

On stage, Shen Fei looked at the "110 billion" on the screen and his lips twitched.

He didn't speak, but simply nodded to the auctioneer beside him.

The auctioneer immediately understood and raised his electronic gavel.

"11 billion! Is there a higher price?"

"One hundred and eleven billion, for the first time!"

Heinz's heart leaped into his throat; he could even hear his own heart pounding.

"One hundred and eleven billion, for the second time!"

We're going to win!

He seemed to already see himself after the injection, becoming young again, and standing atop Europe once more.

Just a second before the auctioneer's electronic gavel was about to fall.

A calm and steady voice resounded clearly throughout the venue.

"12 billion."

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

All eyes in the room immediately turned to the source of the sound.

First row, the very center position.

The Chinese representative, Chen Qingquan, had remained silent since the start of the auction, seemingly unrelated to the event.

He didn't even look at the bidding machine; he simply picked up the tea in front of him, blew on the steam, and casually remarked, "The weather is nice today," as if the astonishing bid had just been made.

12 billion.

It's said so casually.

The outcome was decided in that instant.

Heinz's face drained of color instantly, turning deathly pale.

His final blow, which risked his family's century-old reputation, was crushed by a single, nonchalant remark from the other party.

He slumped weakly in the expensive chair, as if all the bones in his body had been removed, his eyes vacant, muttering to himself:

"No...it's impossible..."

The first gift of time has been sold.

Shen Fei smiled and slowly walked to the front of the stage.

He didn't look at the limp Heinz, but instead turned his gaze to Chen Qingquan in the first row, and nodded with a smile.

Congratulations, Mr. Chen.

"Thank you to China for sending us such precious tickets, which made tonight's opening so wonderful."

This expression of gratitude made everyone present feel a pang of sympathy, especially Heinz.

Tickets?

He suddenly remembered the divine artifact sent by China—the blood of the Ancestral Dragon.

It turned out to be the case.

The Fountain of Youth is made from that drop of dragon's blood.

Chen Qingquan wasn't bidding; he was simply using another method to reclaim what rightfully belonged to them.

And I... I was like a clown, trying my best to snatch the appetizer from someone else's dinner party?

The immense humiliation made Heinz's vision go black.

But that's not all.

Shen Fei's gaze seemed to have inadvertently drifted towards Heinz's direction.

He spoke in a relaxed, even slightly apologetic tone to someone in the room:

"The auction has just begun, I hope everyone enjoys bidding."

"Oh, by the way, just one more reminder to everyone."

He smiled slightly and uttered a statement even more powerful than the Fountain of Youth itself.

"This Fountain of Youth is just one of all the lots up for auction tonight..."

"The most inconspicuous item."

boom!

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

After a brief silence, the entire auction hall erupted into an even more intense commotion and gasps than before.

What?

This miraculous drug that can reverse time and is worth 12 billion US dollars is actually just the most inconspicuous thing tonight.

What will be the next items up for auction?

Is it true immortality? Or... the qualification to become a god?

In a single sentence, the scene, which had just become somewhat numb due to the exorbitant price, was plunged once again into a deeper and more incredible frenzy and anticipation.

Upon hearing those words, Heinz felt a sweet sensation in his throat.

What he had fought so hard for, risked everything for, only to find out was nothing more than a cheap toy that the other party had casually tossed out.

This is no longer just a humiliation.

This is to trample his dignity, his history, everything he has on the ground.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted from Heinz's mouth.

He could hold on any longer, his eyes rolled back, and amidst the gasps of those around him, he fainted.