My Celestial Ascension

Chapter 666: On The Move

As the bidding for the dagger continued, the price had already soared to 600 million gold coins, yet the crowd remained electrified by the prospect of this priceless treasure. This was no ordinary artifact—it was both immensely powerful and unimaginably deadly.

"670 million gold coins!" King Richard’s voice suddenly resounded from within his VIP room, drawing the attention of the entire stadium.

A wave of curiosity rippled through the massive crowd. Everyone speculated about the identity of the mysterious bidder. Who could afford such an astronomical amount? For many, 1,000 gold coins was a fortune they would never see in their lifetime, let alone hundreds of millions.

"I can’t believe this treasure’s price has surpassed 600 million gold coins… I just hope I’m not throwing my money away," King Richard muttered with a wry smile, glancing at his three wives and children.

"Father, you’re not wasting your money," Crown Prince Tristan said with a confident smile. "This treasure is worth every coin. It’s a Mythical Grade Treasure, the kind we’ve only heard about in legends and fairytales, passed down for generations. Owning it will ensure the safety of our kingdom."

The prince’s eyes gleamed with determination. He could already envision wielding the dagger, protecting the kingdom from its enemies, and guarding it against the covetous eyes of rival nations.

King Richard pondered for a moment before sighing and leaning back on the sofa. "If you believe it’s worth it, then I’ll continue bidding for the dagger. If this treasure strengthens our kingdom as you say, no nation will dare threaten us again."

"Exactly," Queen Matilda added, her soft smile radiating encouragement. "This is a priceless opportunity. Acquiring the dagger will not only fortify our kingdom’s strength but will also secure peace for our citizens. They will finally be able to live without fear of war or conflict."

"675 million!" Another voice rang out, cutting through the chatter in the stadium. This time, it was Princess Livia, her words commanding even more attention than King Richard’s bid.

Gasps echoed through the crowd as heads turned toward the princess’s VIP room.

’Even if I have to spend every last coin, I’ll ensure that dagger belongs to the Imperial Family,’ Livia thought, her expression resolute as her gaze remained fixed on the dagger. ’This treasure will be the key to my freedom…’

Holy Spn Arthur, seated nearby, noticed the fierce determination in Princess Livia’s eyes. His brow furrowed in suspicion.

What is she planning? he wondered. Could it be that she has her own reasons for acquiring the dagger? If so, what could those reasons be?

’I need to figure out what this little bitch is plotting… She’s been acting suspicious ever since she saw that bastard, and it’s getting stranger with each passing hour,’ Arthur thought, his expression grim as his sharp gaze remained fixed on Princess Livia, as if he were trying to peer into her mind.

"Princess Livia, what are you thinking about so deeply? There’s no need to overthink this—you’ll undoubtedly win the auction with your wealth," Arthur said with a charming smile, attempting to ease her into revealing her true thoughts.

Arthur prided himself on his ability to manipulate women, a skill that had allowed him to seduce many in the Empire. His methods rarely failed, and he was confident they would work on Princess Livia as well.

"I’m just concerned about spending such a large amount of money on this treasure," Livia replied, quickly collecting herself and offering a small, polite smile.

"I’m wondering if it’s truly worth the price." She spoke calmly, careful not to arouse Arthur’s suspicions.

"Ah, I see… Well, I’m relieved to hear that. If anything troubles you, please don’t hesitate to share it with me. I’m here to help," Arthur said with a smirk before redirecting his attention to the stage.

"I’ll keep that in mind, Holy Son. Thank you for your concern," Livia replied with an elegant nod.

"Think nothing of it," Arthur said smoothly. "After all, I came here as your partner. It’s the least I can do for the princess of the Great Holy Light Empire."

"You’re far too kind, Holy Son," Livia replied, her soft laughter conveying appreciation as she turned her attention back to the auction.

Arthur chuckled in return. "And you, Princess Livia, are not only kind but also incredibly beautiful."

’Damn it,’ Arthur thought, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. ’I didn’t expect her to resist my charm so easily… No matter. I’ll report this to the Cardinal and warn him to be cautious of this woman. She could become an obstacle to our grand plan.’

His expression darkened as he glanced at Livia from the corner of his eye. A twisted grin crept onto his lips, one she failed to notice.

’If this little bitch becomes a problem, I’ll have no choice but to break her and make her my slave,’ he mused sinisterly.

At that moment, a powerful, authoritative voice echoed through the stadium, cutting through the tension.

"700 million gold coins!"

The voice belonged to Ajex, and his announcement drew everyone’s attention to his VIP room. The sheer magnitude of the bid sent a wave of shock through the audience.

All eyes turned toward Ajex’s room, their expressions filled with awe and disbelief at the skyrocketing price of the mythical dagger.

Inside the VIP room, Ajex’s demeanor shifted abruptly. The carefree expression he had worn just moments ago vanished, replaced by a cold, serious gaze.

His caretaker immediately noticed the change, raising a brow in concern. "Young Master, is something the matter? You suddenly became very serious… What’s wrong?"

"This is bad," Ajex muttered, his voice low and tense. "I’m sensing several powerful presences above the stadium. Each of them possesses an enormous amount of mana… They’re not ordinary people."

Alarmed by Ajex’s words, the caretaker’s expression turned grave. Without hesitation, he expanded his magical senses, scanning the area above the stadium. Within moments, his face paled, and beads of sweat began to form on his brow.

Turning back to Ajex with wide, fearful eyes, he stammered, "Y-Young Master… T-Those people… They’re… They’re from the Golden Skull organization!"

Ajex’s gaze hardened as the weight of the revelation settled over him.

"I see… So it’s them—the infamous Golden Skull organization. This is worse than I thought," he said, his voice steady but grim. "They’re notorious for their unparalleled collection of Forbidden Magic Spells. If they’re here, this situation is far more dangerous than I anticipated."

"Indeed, Young Master," the caretaker replied, his voice trembling. "They’re the most feared group on the continent, wielding the unfathomable power of Forbidden Spells. We cannot afford to take this lightly."

Ajex nodded slowly, his expression unreadable.

"They must be here for the dagger," he said. "A weapon of this caliber would undoubtedly attract their attention. They wouldn’t miss the opportunity to claim it."

He then turned to his caretaker, his voice firm with authority. "Go. Summon all of our family’s Magic Knights to this room. I don’t want us involved with such a dangerous organization. We’ll need their protection in case things take a turn for the worse."

The caretaker bowed deeply, his fear evident but his loyalty unwavering. "As you wish, Young Master," he said before hurrying out of the room to carry out Ajex’s orders.

—

Meanwhile, above the stadium, a group of masked figures watched the auction from the shadows.

"Get ready. It’s time to act," the leader of the group said, his voice cold and disdainful, muffled slightly by the Golden Skull mask he wore. "We’ve waited long enough. I’m done wasting time watching this farce."

"Aye, aye, Boss!" one of the masked men replied with a wicked grin, though it was hidden beneath his mask. "Let’s finish this quick. I’m bored out of my mind, and I could really use a drink after this!"

The rest of the group chuckled darkly, their auras radiating an overwhelming sense of danger as they prepared to descend upon the unsuspecting stadium.

One by one, the masked figures leaped from the top of the stadium, their bodies enhanced with powerful magic. There was no fear in their eyes, only cold determination as they descended toward their target.

Meanwhile, Anchor Teressa, oblivious to the impending danger, continued to enthusiastically manage the auction as the bids for the treasure climbed ever higher.

But suddenly, she froze, her brows furrowing as an overwhelming sense of dread washed over her. She could feel the powerful presences of mages rapidly approaching, their energy suffocating. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to run.

’What is this feeling? Why is my body warning me like this?’ Teressa thought, panic rising in her chest.

Without hesitation, she acted on instinct, jumping from the stage and putting as much distance as she could between herself and the platform. As she landed, her eyes shot skyward, widening in horror at the sight of several figures descending toward the stage, their faces obscured by golden masks. Your next journey awaits at NovelBin.Côm

’No… It can’t be…’ Her heart sank as she recognized the notorious insignia. The Golden Skull organization.

’Damn it! How?! How the hell did they manage to infiltrate this place?! This is bad—very, very bad!’ she thought, her mind racing.

Her gaze then shifted to the two servants still standing frozen in fear on the platform, too terrified to move. Seeing this, Teressa clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. She couldn’t just leave them there.

Summoning her mana, she raised her hand and cast a spell. "Wind Blast!" she shouted, her voice echoing across the stadium.

A powerful gust of wind erupted from her palm, striking the two servants and sending them flying off the platform. They landed several meters away, shaken but safe from harm.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion tore through the platform the next second, reducing it to rubble. Smoke and debris filled the air, and the terrified crowd began to scream and scatter.

Amidst the chaos, a chilling laugh echoed throughout the stadium, sending shivers down everyone’s spines.

"Well, well, well…" a calm yet sinister voice cut through the smoke. From the haze emerged a figure, his golden mask gleaming ominously in the dim light. In his hands, he held the mythical dagger.

"This… Look at this treasure," the man said, his tone almost reverent. "How elegant. How beautiful. This purple blade… the deadly curve… What a marvel of craftsmanship."

He twirled the dagger in his hands, his words laced with both admiration and malice.

With a cold chuckle, he continued, "Gorgeous, isn’t it? But also so… utterly terrifying. A weapon like this isn’t just a treasure—it’s chaos waiting to be unleashed."