Chapter 335: The Constellation Auction (2)
[The sixty-eighth floor is listed for sale.]
[The sixty-ninth floor is listed for sale.]
I heard these messages ringing repeatedly in my head. I was so stunned that I was sure I resembled a goldfish or a fish-shaped bun. Yes, the joke was lame, I know. I had a feeling that it was better to not intervene and just keep watching.
[The seventieth floor is listed for sale.]
Finally, the last floor became available for auction. The Primordial Staff, the Pillar of the Tower, swung her staff.
“That’ll be enough. Beyond that floor isn’t territory I control. If those of you beyond want to escape the Death King, find another Pillar. There may be Constellations who don’t know who I am or have never heard of the Pillars, but consider this a special case...”
The messages were cut off, and silence fell, but not for long.
“Now that the listings are up, shall we find someone to buy the floors? Let me explain the main point of the auction.” With a sharp tap, the Primordial Staff pointed the tip of her staff at the air. “As you know, the Death King is a Hunter, a challenger climbing the Tower toward the hundredth floor, the Absolute Heavenly Peak. Though not yet fully bloomed, he’s also a Constellation named the Scream-Gathering Sky.”
It seemed that within the Tower, a Hunter universally referred to someone climbing the Tower.
“So, from this point onward, it’s no longer a battle of wits between teacher and student, but rather, an equal duel between warriors.”
The Primordial Staff’s voice was quiet and cold, like the soft sound of an outdoor piano performance on a winter day. Countless Constellations atop the Tower became an audience, listening intently to her words. Her eyes, the color of an iron sword, were on me.
“I believe all warriors have the right to flee from a duel. A sword should only be used by those who wish to fight. So, who is willing to fight the Death King? Among the countless Constellations, which beast hasn’t forgotten the joy of victory? Which serpent, even after ascending to the heavens, cannot abandon the pleasure of their scales scraping the ground? What light does the Star Signs, even after being embraced by the Tower master, want to scatter now?” The Primordial Staff clicked her tongue. “I commence the auction for the sixty-fourth floor.”