They all call me an Outer God.

"I dislike him."

This was the first time Schwarz had spoken his mind.

Sullivan felt the air around him become damp and oppressive. He trembled all over, staring at Swarth as if he were looking at a demon. However, the next second, Swarth's face returned to calm.

The surrounding air also returned to normal.

"Three hundred billion."

He continued to bid.

"Four hundred billion."

"Five hundred billion."

"Six hundred billion."

"Seven hundred billion!"

Both bidders offered their determined prices, each higher than the last, until panic gripped everyone present. The only sound in the room was their incessant bidding, until at a certain point, Schwarz could no longer raise his bidding paddle.

He and Sullivan were out of money.

At this moment, Sullivan finally had to remember the bet he made with Schwarz, and it seemed that Schwarz had ultimately won the bet.

The final, mysterious item did indeed fetch a higher price, but this was all orchestrated by Schwarz himself, so it's unclear whether that constitutes a violation of the rules.

As for the winner of the auction, he was quite pleased with himself. He glanced at the private room where Schwarz and the others were with disdain, and then couldn't wait to go on stage to collect his "spoils of war".

This auction was like a war without gunfire, and in the end, he won everything.

Although he didn't know the purpose or what the final auction item was, it didn't stop him from competing with others for it.

All the wealth was in his hands, and everything rightfully belonged to him.

"Indeed, with money you have everything!"

Lost G. Weir was extremely excited at this moment. Urged by the staff, he went on stage as a special guest to take a photo with the final auction item.

"Crack!"

"Ugh!!!"

As the camera shutter clicked, the photographer suddenly gasped, and both he and the camera fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"Sir photographer, what's wrong with you? If you can't even do your job of taking pictures properly, I think you don't need to stay here from today onwards."

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

"what?"

Lost seemed to sense something was wrong. He quickly stepped off the stage and picked up the photographer's camera, which then emitted a crackling sound as if it were about to break down. An ominous melody spread like a dark cloud.

A black and white photograph fell out silently from it.

Fortunately, Lost reacted quickly and caught it before it hit the ground. But as he caught it, he discovered that there was something extra in the photo that shouldn't have been there.

He saw in the photo of himself with the auction items that all the features on his face had disappeared, as if someone had forcefully erased his features with an eraser—his face was a bloody mess.

Above the glass cabinet next to him, a semi-transparent male shadow appeared. The shadow in the photo sat on top of the glass cabinet with his legs crossed, his head facing the camera, making a "V" sign with his fingers, and his face showing only a slightly raised, pale smile as sharp as a sickle.

Behind this dark figure were countless shadowy tentacles covered in eyes. Some tentacles casually draped over Lost's shoulders and wrapped around his arms, as if they were his closest old friends.

But Lost didn't feel that he had a very good relationship with "it".

At this moment, Lost looked at the perfectly normal gray ball on the stage, then at the extremely eerie black shadow in the photo and his own empty face, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"There's something wrong with this camera, yes, it must be something wrong with this camera." Lost felt the hairs on his arms stand on end, and immediately kicked the photographer on the ground hard: "Go get me a working one! If you dare to use any more of these mysterious items to prank me, I'll shoot you!"

"This thing isn't..."

The photographer tried to explain himself, but under Lost's threat, he had no choice but to borrow another staff member's camera on the spot. This time, Lost had taken precautions in advance and had someone take a picture of him first.

An empty face.

Then go and photograph that gray ball.

The figure in the frame is a menacing person still smiling at the camera.

Lost was almost going crazy. He scratched his head, wondering how this could be and what had gone wrong.

If the camera is working properly, then the problem must lie with the photographer!

"Go to hell!!!"

Lost kicked the poor photographer away again, picked up his camera, and started pointing it at the scene.

But Lost will soon regret his decision.

Because when he looked at the auction from the camera's perspective, he saw that everyone's head was following the camera's movement, and that they had already lost their facial features.

A person without facial features walked over, getting closer and closer to him: "Lost, my friend, what's wrong with you?"

"do not come!"

Lost clenched his fist, his veins bulging, and slammed the camera hard against the glass case containing the gray sphere.

The person in front of him stopped moving abruptly, because if he hadn't dodged quickly enough, the camera would have hit him on the head.

"Are you crazy!?"

"I'm not crazy! Don't come near me, stay away from me!" Lost raised his head, his eyes already bloodshot. He stretched out his hand and pointed shakily in the direction of the gray ball.

“There’s something watching us from over there.”

Where is it?

“You can take a look with a camera yourselves, but my gut feeling tells me that thing is definitely not good… By the way, it seems to only appear within the gray sphere’s range. If we destroy that sphere, we should be fine.”

As he spoke, Lost took out a gun from his pocket, pointed it directly at the gray sphere, and prepared to pull the trigger.

However, to outsiders, this behavior would be seen as Lost being insane.

"What do you want to do? This thing is yours now, and you can do whatever you want with it, but it was bestowed by the Queen! How are we supposed to explain to Her Majesty if you destroy it?!"

"Don't stop me! Now that I've bought it, I have complete control over its disposal. I have enough wealth to buy any of your lives. Anyone who dares to stop me will die!"

"No, you really can't..."

"boom!!!!!"

Just as people were arguing, a gunshot rang out, shaking the entire venue and silencing everyone instantly.

They all turned to look in the direction of the gray ball, which remained quietly in place, completely unharmed.

Looking at Lost again, there was a bloody hole above the back of his head. His pupils trembled, and he didn't even have time to turn around and look at the murderer who shot him before he collapsed powerlessly.

Meanwhile, in a room on the second floor of the venue.

The metallic gun in Schwarz's hand was emitting a faint smoke.

(End of this chapter)