They all call me an Outer God.

Schwarz casually straightened his sleeves, but what he said sent a chill down Sullivan's spine.

“After the first item was auctioned, everything started to depreciate, which shows that this was their initial agreed-upon goal.”

"Let's ignore the first item for now and treat the second item as the first. What would its final selling price be?"

Sullivan hesitated: "1.11 paper?"

"Yes, converted to Schwarz, it's 111 Schwarz."

Schwarz continued to guide Sullivan: "They've already started using Schwarz, the lowest currency unit, as the starting bid, so we can certainly use this unit to calculate the total price of the auctioned items."

"Then we can see that the six auction items sold so far have been..."

"111, 1000, 10010, 1111, 10100, 1000."

Sullivan had a good memory and blurted out what Schwarz had said, but he really didn't know what those numbers meant.

What if we view these numbers as binary?

Schwarz tidied his clothes meticulously, as if casually mentioning, "Then the numbers will become 7, 8, 18, 15, 20, 8."

"If we consider this as alphabetical order, G, H, R, O, T, H."

"Put them together and it means—"

Ghroth
Schwarz didn't say the name aloud, but instead silently repeated it to himself several times. What's even more interesting is that if you substitute those binary numbers into the alphabet of the old Enderus, the resulting word means "arrival".

"I feel quite happy to see that they used my name as the initial bidding unit."

With the gold coins capable of infinitely splitting, gold began to experience inflation, and those Swarths that could not be quickly collected became rare treasures.

Forbidden incantations were chanted in the dark, and deep underground, unnoticed by anyone, the chaotic and tangled plant roots began to undergo forbidden twisting.

"The break is over, let's draw the day to a close, everyone—"

"The final item for auction is here!!!"

On the stage, the toes of high heels clicked crisply as the beautiful woman brought over a glass case completely covered in black cloth and placed it on top of the counter.

"This final item is sponsored by Her Majesty Queen Golis. She acknowledges our contributions to Endlers and believes that many of you here are discerning. Therefore, she has not provided any introduction to this highlight item."

But I can assure you all that its value is immeasurable; whatever price you ultimately pay for it, it will be well worth the money!

"Swish—"

As the black cloth was lifted, people held their breath and looked up, eager to know what kind of fine goods the grand finale, provided by His Majesty, would be.

The next second, a round, gray sphere came into everyone's view.

It remained perfectly still, perfectly round, and stood upright in the center of the glass display case, like a still life sketch.

The surface of this gray sphere appeared to be frosted and somewhat rough, not very smooth. In an instant, everyone was discussing it and dared not bid easily. After all, none of them knew what it was or what use it was for them to buy a sphere.

"The final item of this auction, starting bid: one gold coin!"

Another gold coin. Sullivan stared at the items below the stage. He had already realized that, apart from the first and last items, the other items in the auction were not intended to be monetary.

Logically, he had already sold his possessions and should have enough money to participate in the auction. However, every time he tried to bid, the person who bought the gold coin would always compete with him, taking advantage of the fact that their gold coin could be infinitely split.

Therefore, Sullivan gradually became wiser. He stopped trying to bid on anything, figuring that the man beside him who called himself Schwarz wouldn't be very interested in buying the final item. "Mr. Kercha, can we continue watching others... Mr. Kercha?"

Sullivan wanted to remind Schwarz, but he didn't expect that the moment the gray ball appeared below, he would focus all his attention on it, and even noticed that many new eyes had appeared on the exposed skin on its face and neck.

"Mr. Kelcha, are you alright?"

Sullivan waved his hand vigorously in front of Schwarz's face, trying to distract him, but Schwarz simply moved his hand away from his sight.

"Do you see that thing on the stage?"

"I saw it, what happened to it?"

"We have to buy it."

This time, Schwarz's voice was no longer indifferent or nonchalant; he spoke quite seriously, and even his eyes seemed to have gained a bit more luster.

Sullivan had a hunch that if it weren't for some constraint, this man would have dared to rush down and snatch it from everyone in front of them, instead of patiently saying the word "buy" here.

Do you recognize that thing?

"know."

"what is that?"

"world."

"?"

Sullivan felt that the generation gap between him and the young man next to him might be greater than he had imagined, but he still tried to argue earnestly: "The people in the audience already have enough gold coins to split infinitely, and no matter how high we bid, we can't beat them."

"It's alright, make an offer."

"Well……"

Sullivan dared not disobey Schwarz, and immediately tried to write ten gold coins on his bidding paddle to test the waters. However, Schwarz snatched the paddle away and added ten zeros to the end.

This scene left Sullivan dumbfounded, as were the staff in the audience.

"Starting bid: one gold coin! Each bid must be at least one gold coin higher. Alright, this gentleman bids two gold coins, two gold coins, is there anyone bidding higher than two gold coins? Two gold coins, first time; two gold coins, second time; two gold coins, second time..."

"One hundred billion!!! That gentleman offered one hundred billion!!!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar. Even the person who bought the split gold coin was incredibly surprised. He pondered for a moment, weighing the mysterious item in his hand, and then suddenly smiled.

"The value of this thing seems to be beyond my imagination. Since someone has offered 100 billion, I will continue to raise the price and see what kind of capital they have to compete with me for it."

As he spoke, he raised his bidding paddle: "Two hundred billion."

"This gentleman has offered 200 billion. Is there anyone willing to raise the bid?"

Sullivan looked on in astonishment: "At this rate of price increases, we simply can't compete with them!"

When Schwarz heard someone raise the price, his eyes narrowed slightly. If he were in his four-clawed owl form now, people would notice that his feathers were practically bristling like a hedgehog.

(End of this chapter)