Chapter 1332: Jar of greed
"Wow..." Robin’s eyes flew wide open, his mouth slightly agape as astonishment rippled across his face.
The colossal plaza—built to host the most elite representatives from nearly all the major powers of the Middle Belt—had erupted into noise, urgency, and movement. What was moments ago a dignified gathering was now a simmering storm of tension and speculation.
Dozens of attendees were already leaving their seats in a hurry—not out of disinterest, but with urgent purpose. It was clear they weren’t retreating, but instead rushing off to call upon reinforcements, wealth managers, or hidden reserves of treasure.
Others stayed rooted in place, yet instantly activated their control panels, fingers dancing rapidly as they sent out encrypted messages across the middle belt.
Then there was a third group—silent, unmoving, and incredibly focused. They sat high above the rest, upon the floating clouds reserved only for the supremely powerful and ancient. Though they said nothing, their once calm faces had shifted dramatically. A shared realization now bound them together in palpable anticipation.
"We still don’t even know what the item is..." Robin said, blinking rapidly as he tried to absorb the shift in atmosphere.
"...and yet, the entire plaza has changed. The tension feels like it could split the sky."
He gave a soft, impressed whistle.
"They’re scrambling to assemble unimaginable sums of wealth—to bid on something completely unknown!"
<That’s irrelevant,> the fairy responded immediately, <When it comes to SS-class items, ignorance isn’t a factor. The only thing that matters is acquisition—no matter the cost.>
<Artifacts of that caliber aren’t just tools or weapons. They are generational anchors—relics capable of preserving civilizations, altering fates, and shielding entire empires from the erosion of time. You must obtain them... even if it means selling your last breath.>