The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God

Soon after the long wait, the next section of the auction began.

"The next section of our auction will feature creatures from all corners of our plane of existence!"

"From warriors, pets, spirits, guardians, familiars, innate beasts, abyss monsters, void beasts, zergs—everything you can think of..."

"Now, without further ado, let's begin with this Eldarth Warrior."

"The Eldarth Clan?! How daring! Can this still be in the auction?!" the crowd asked in horror.

Although the Eldarth Clan was not as famous as stop families, it was still a top race in their plane of existence.

The Eldarth Clan is famous for its bodies made for battle; their endurance is endless, ensuring they can fight tirelessly.

More importantly, they possess a sixth sense like no other.

In battle, they are like machines, anticipating every move of the enemy before it's even conceived.

If not for their barbaric tendencies, they would have risen to becone of the strongest clans in the world.

Now, seeing an Eldarth warrior up for sale, instead of being happy, they were a little scared.

If they bought such a creature, the Eldarth clan would surely cback to haunt them.

"You don't have to worry about any repercussions; the Eldarth clan consigned this to us," the auctioneer assured upon seeing their concern.

It seemed the Eldarth clan also sensed impending changes and prepared to stock up on resources.

With their unique sixth sense, even if they didn't know what would happen, they could feel it.

Origin Coins are a universal currency; with enough number, one could even buy a Tier 12 ultimate treasure.

For the upcoming change, the importance of Origin Coins is immeasurable.

Meanwhile, upon hearing the explanation from the auctioneer, they calmed down.

"Now, letfurther explain: this Eldarth Warrior is a Tier 11 individual who has mastered over 10 percent of the Ocean of Killing."

"Huh?! Such a monster can still be a slave?"

It's the Ocean of Killing, not sriver of law.

An individual who masters 10 percent of such a law is already invincible.

"Don't worry about the specifics; the Void Auction ensures everything here is legitimate."

"Now, without further ado, let the bidding begin!"

...

In the VIP room, Maximus was also asking Otto squestions.

"Can a Tier 11 being still be enslaved?"

"Usually no, Tier 10 is already the limit of slavery," Otto shook his head, also puzzled.

Mastering the essence of the world, the river of laws—how could they still be enslaved?

It's akin to enslaving the envoys of their plane of existence.

"It may be that this warrior sacrificed himself and underwent an absolute ritual; this already involves conceptual power, so I don't know much," Otto explained.

"I see."

While they were talking, the bids went up to tens of millions.

Otto was also quite interested and placed bids.

Soon after his relentless bidding, he bought the Eldarth warrior for over a billion Origin Coins.

In his estimate, the Eldarth warrior is worth only about a hundred million or so.

Fighting with such a crazy rich kid, who went over the top and bid over a billion, Alexander felt he was hit.

"You're too rich..." Maximus muttered helplessly.

When had he, who always bought everything he wanted, becthis helpless?

Maximus felt like he couldn't afford anything in this auction.

"This is cost-effective. An Eldarth warrior as my guard? Hahaha, I would be invincible!" Otto smiled as if he had earned money.

"Tsk," Maximus clicked his tongue in annoyance.

What a rich bastard.

Now he somewhat understood Alexander's helplessness.

In front of this rich kid who had the wealth of the world, they were just paupers begging for money in the streets.

Soon, Eldarth warriors were auctioned one after another.

However, different from the first one, most of them were only at Tier 10.

It seemed that the first warrior was to warm up the auction.

Seeing that they were only a few hundred thousand origin coins each, Maximus beca little interested.

The Eldarth Clan's unique sixth sense was intriguing.

If he could study it, it might be helpful in the future.

With such thoughts, Maximus also bid money and bought a good-looking and talented Tier 10 Eldarth warrior.

"Hey, it seems you're also interested in these warriors."

"It's just for sresearch..."

Soon, more and more creatures from different dimensions were being sold.

With most of them being Tier 10 with special abilities, the auction proceeded smoothly.

"For the next lot, we have a tribe from the Hexen Arcanum Realm."

Just as he was dozing off, he heard the next auction announcement which caught his interest.

The Hexen Arcanum Realm is one of the unique Tier 12 dimensions.

Although incomparable to top forces like the Sterling Family, it was the most respected one.

This dimension was inhabited by scholars, with studying as their path to strength.

Because of their way of life, they were spread all over the dimensional alliance, studying the essence of things and contributing to the development of the dimensional alliance.

The Hexen Library was their fruits of labor which is also his number one source when it cto acquiring knowledge.

With comprehensive collections and an interesting way of explaining things, Maximus was a loyal customer.

Although they had no combat power, the dimensional alliance specially took care of them.

Thus, hearing they were for sale, even Otto beside him was a little shocked.

"How dare they sell such great scholars here?!" Otto exclaimed in disbelief.

Although the Void Auction is quite secretive, once the Dimensional Alliance takes action, one can only pray for their dear life.

These scholars are protected creatures; selling them in such an auction is blasphemous.

"Dear gentlemen, we chere willingly."

"If we want to understand the ways of the world, we have to experience it personally," the tribe leader, Pallas, said.

"As our esteemed guests can hear, the Void Auction would never dare to do anything that would disgrace the Dimensional Alliance."

"Unfortunately, at the request of these scholars, we are quite helpless," the auctioneer explained with a smile.

"Now, before the bidding starts, I need to remind you that after winning the bid, you need to sign an absolute contract stating that you will never harm these scholars in any way."

"Huh? No, we don't agree to this! This goes against the laws of nature!" a scholar refuted the auctioneer's words.

"I can't do anything about this," the auctioneer shook his head.

"Hmph! Then we don't want to be sold in this auction!" they rebelled.

"I'm sorry, if that's what you want, I could cancel the auction."

"However, you should know that only the Void Auction dares to sell you."

"If you go to another auction, they wouldn't even consider putting you in this state," the auctioneer explained.

The auctioneer could only sigh helplessly, encountering these stubborn scholars.

Who in their right mind would want to be sold as a slave just to study snonsense?

Meanwhile, hearing the explanation of the auctioneer, Pallas shook his head and restrained his tribe.

They had looked for many auctions, and as the auctioneer said, none dared to accept even their simplest requests.

"Continue the auction..." Pallas said.

"Hmm, let the auction begin!"

At the announcement, instead of the expected fever-pitch bidding, there was silence.

Although the auctioneer had guaranteed that nothing would happen, and even the individuals being auctioned promised they would not pursue anything, they were still apprehensive.

These were scholars of the Dimensional Alliance.

Although individually weak, the powers backing them were formidable.

Furthermore, what would anyone need these scholars for? Menial tasks?

These Scholars could only study; they couldn't perform even the simplest alchemy.

Even the young master of the Montgomery family, Alexander, dared not breathe heavily for fear of anyone thinking he was bidding.

Even a family specializing in slavery didn't dare touch these scholars.

Surviving in the alliance despite doing dirty work required careful navigation to avoid offending anyone.

Seeing the silence, the auctioneer was at a loss for words.

"Anyone? If there is no bid in the next 10 seconds, this auction will be null..."

"1."

"2."

"3."

"4."

"5—"

"I bid 1 million Origin Coins," Maximus muttered softly, breaking the silence.

Though spoken quietly, those words felt like a nuclear bomb exploding in their ears.

Even Pallas looked toward Maximus's room with curiosity.

Initially, he thought the chance to continue studying the nature of slavery would slip away.

Seeing that someone finally bid, he couldn't help but feel excited.

"Anyone?"

"1 million Origin Coins going once..."

"1 million Origin Coins going twice..."

Seeing no further bids, the auctioneer could only sigh.

Regardless, he didn't profit from this; the Void Auction would likely donate this money back to the scholars to erase any karma.

Thinking of this, he swiftly completed the transaction without waiting for more bids.

"I got a bargain..." Maximus smiled, seeing he had won effortlessly.