Chapter 49 The director's fingers slid down his chin, revealing a trail of ambiguous red blood that was slightly seeping out.
"Welcome everyone, the auction is now officially open." A woman with delicate features, beautiful makeup, and dressed in red stood confidently on the stage.
Upon closer inspection, there was a tail behind her about the size of an adult's arm, a deformity caused by pollution.
The consequence of the failure of human genetic evolution: the people who filled the first-floor lobby were all wearing black robes, and they all had deformities to varying degrees.
They were all pitiful people who were powerless to heal themselves.
Without further ado, the auction officially began soon.
No one knows how this black market came about; it's a place without an owner, a place where races are all mixed up.
It was filled with pollution, filth, and monsters—a place utterly unsuitable for human habitation.
Perhaps from the beginning, it was some vulnerable groups who were abandoned or forced into this place.
How did this black market come about? Nobody knows. This place was never named, and nobody knows how the name "black market" came about.
This place is mostly made up of women, mostly beautiful women, and they are much more ruthless than others.
Anyway, as long as you're here, no one dares to mess with the women here.
The prices of the first few items auctioned were not very high, some were even below normal prices, and some were not even sold at all.
But nobody cares because... this auction won't last until the time comes to pay and take possession of the goods.
Finally, all the boring stuff from before is over.
The people below held their breath and stared intently at the private rooms on the second floor and above. The seclusion was excellent, and they couldn't see anything. Apart from the third private room on the second floor, where someone was taking pictures in the middle as a pretense, there was no other movement.
Even though the people below were barely getting enough to eat and might be being hunted down, they all watched this grand spectacle without prior arrangement.
Knowing full well that being here could very well cost them their lives, they still came and waited.
They stared greedily at the attic where nothing could be seen.
Foolish, pathetic, and... hateful.
This is why the director doesn't like to go out; people outside always look at him like that.
Numbness, coldness, hopelessness, and despair.
He couldn't save everyone, he knew that, but the way they looked at him made his stomach churn; it was like looking at a piece of flesh.
Their eyes, and even their hearts, were screaming frantically: Live on, live on, live on, live on, live on...
He's disgusted, disgusted by this world, by the people of this world adapting to it, transforming themselves into qualified "apocalyptic beings."
Only when the people in his own base looked at him did their eyes light up, so even in the most difficult times for the base, he never thought of giving up.
Now that he has come into this world and integrated into this community, he must plant a seed called "hope".
He turned his head to look at the doctor who seemed to have pulled him into this world. Without him, the doctor's life would have been more exciting, and his brilliance would not have been overshadowed.
But... it must be very tough, right?
The doctor kept his head down, and the director had no idea what he was thinking.
"Alright!" The hostess stood excitedly on the platform. "The most exciting moment has arrived! The last item for auction—a shattered divine essence—" Thud!
A bloody hole appeared on the female host's head, but the blood hadn't flowed out yet because it happened so quickly.
That fanatical smile looked somewhat distorted.
Surprisingly, it wasn't any of the private rooms above that took action.
It was a disheveled, strange person underground, covered in pustules, with an unknown liquid dripping from him little by little.
"Mine! Mine! I will be the savior! Ah!" Even though you couldn't see the face clearly, you could feel the madness of a desperate gamble.
But whether they were on stage or off stage, those in power remained unmoved.
They watched this madman with cold indifference.
Surprisingly, he actually came close to that so-called godhood!
It was clear that he himself was also incredulous, followed by ecstasy.
"Hahahaha!" Suddenly he felt something grab his foot. He looked down and saw that the female host, who was clearly dead, was now holding his foot.
It quickly drooped again, and the madman didn't notice the sudden change...
"Huh...what...is going on?" The madman stared blankly as the already enormous abscess grew even larger, looking like it was about to explode. He realized something was wrong.
No, it didn't just look like it; soon, one after another, those bags really did explode.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!" The sounds, like firecrackers during the New Year, rang out one after another.
Of course, there are no firecrackers now.
"Ho ho ho... hiss..." The madman lay on the ground, his body ripped apart by the explosion, but he was not dead. Even his eyes were covered with bumps that were slowly bulging out.
Then it exploded again, and new growth appeared.
"Oh dear, you're so pitiful~ But you deserved it, you actually killed me! More importantly, you actually tried to steal the divine power! How could trash like you be worthy!" A person who looked exactly like the host walked out.
But the corpse with a bloody hole in its head on the ground was also real.
That's her ability: she can replicate herself infinitely.
But each new self believes itself to be the original, and even they themselves cannot distinguish between them.
So who knows if the real her is already dead?
She is like a plant, a species, capable of sprouting from a seed and multiplying.
It doesn't matter if an individual sacrifices themselves to survive; even if someone dies, there will be many more like them.
Before coming here, she copied herself countless times in order to survive, but after copying herself, she was just an ordinary person. Dying was easy, but surviving was too difficult.
.
Now, this man's flesh and blood are becoming nourishment for her, transforming her into a new version of herself.
"Alright, there was a slight mishap just now, the auction will continue now!"
The air remained silent.
"The starting bid for this auction is: 10... people." The hostess smiled infatuatedly.
I thought I was going to catch a big fish, but it turned out to be just a small fry.
If someone is a powerful superhuman, they can multiply even more.
The starting bid is for a person!
Anyone with a modicum of common sense would know what would happen to these people after they took those photos.
They will become nourishment for this woman, transforming into one seed after another.
After a long silence...
"Ten people..." The first person to speak crossed the line of humanity. The director narrowed his eyes slightly; the person looked somewhat familiar.
"20!"
30.
...
"200!"
...
"500"
This number is already quite large. Apart from the large bases that have personnel participating in human experiments, there aren't many idle people among the criminals.
But no one spoke up at the large base, and the atmosphere gradually cooled down. Finally, someone realized something was wrong: why was no one speaking up at the large base?
Are their morals so high?
Suddenly... the window of a private room on the third floor was smashed open, and a man with pimples on his face shouted.
"Run! That woman is using the wind and air to spread her 'spores'!"
Then countless people exploded one after another, and countless red particles, visible to the naked eye, floated in the air.
"It was exposed ahead of time~"
Did the other people upstairs get infected? Of course not.
In the director's private room, the doctor manipulated venom to surround the entire room.
At the Saint-Ti base, Sanna separated a space to isolate the spores.
Shao Ji remained silent, her cat-like eyes flashing red. Luckily, not a single spore flew towards her. "How dare such filthy things defile Lady Shao Ji!"
A group of people waving fire in their hands in a room that wasn't very big...
...Only the most unlucky or truly incompetent people will get infected.
However, it's not easy to handle; everyone is currently in a situation where they can protect themselves but can't be attacked.
"What do we do now!" Nangong Qi was a little anxious. There would be a plot twist today. The reason why today's events could be resolved was because Shao Ji saved a little boy outside. That boy was the third male lead.
Now that Shao Ji has left ahead of time, I didn't think too much when I was trying to persuade them, and now look what's happened. If they all died, it would be my fault, but now I'm out here anxiously pacing around, unable to do anything...
Wait, there's a hole here! Where did it come from? (The doctor crawled out of there to avoid the warden.)
In a flurry of activity, they quickly scrambled out.
As soon as I went outside, the system was indeed working!
"System, quickly transport me to the female lead's... no, the third male lead's place! Only his special ability can save them!"
"OK."
Without thinking twice, she had to speed things up as quickly as possible.
...
Upon entering, a cute-looking boy knelt obediently on the ground, looking up at the director with longing in his eyes. "Master~"
The director's fingers slid down his chin, leaving a trail of ambiguous red blood. The slight seepage of blood indicated that he had used considerable force.
But the boy didn't react; instead, he leaned forward even further.
I'm a **! Scumbag!
Nangong Qi shouted, and the system quickly hid her.
Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the director turn his head to the side.
Thankfully, I only glanced at it and then turned back.
"This was really well done, but it went too far, so consider it punishment..." The director's cool voice came, and then it was hard to see clearly because of the angle.
Too much! Punishment! Seeing the little boy barely clothed and covered in red marks, it was hard not to overthink things.
Why?! How did the third male lead know the director? They shouldn't have known each other in the original story. Could it be another butterfly effect caused by his own actions?
Is this really the third male lead? Where did that little angel go?!
I saved the female lead but harmed the third male lead? Suddenly, Nangong Qi's mind went blank, and she accidentally stepped on something.
The two people in front stopped what they were doing and exclaimed, "Oh no, a little mouse is coming!"
Let's go back a few hours...
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