Deep Space Scavenging, Hand Over Alien Warships at the Beginning

Lin Yuan’s voice drifted over lightly.

The whole venue was dead silent.

The anger on the Third Prince’s face instantly froze, turning into a liver-colored hue.

Twenty million.

To buy a pile of ore worth two million.

This kind of sucker behavior was enough to make him the laughingstock of the entire Sin Starport for the next ten years.

Because the rules of the Starport auction house were extremely strict, once the hammer fell, even royalty had to pay on the spot, or else they would be sent into the power furnace as fuel.

Lin Yuan could feel the hatred coming from next door that was almost murderous.

But he didn’t care.

”Boss, I suggest being a bit more proficient next time with this method of drawing aggro; we could have called up to thirty million just now before letting go.”

gaia suggested with a sense of unfinished business.

”No rush, the finale hasn’t come up yet.”

Lin Yuan stared below.

In the following rounds of bidding, he followed the same pattern.

Anything that caught his eye, he would first smash a double price, enticing those self-important nobles to follow, and then instantly withdraw when the price reached the critical point.

In less than an hour, several big shots in the Sky Boxes had their mental states collapsed by him.

If glares could kill, Lin Yuan would probably already be a mosaic by now.

Finally, the lights in the entire venue dimmed.

A cart covered by a deep purple curtain was pushed onto the exhibition stage by two heavy-duty robots.

At that instant, the Antimatter Core in Lin Yuan’s chest seemed to be subjected to some subtle traction, emitting a dull resonance.

The system interface automatically popped up, lighting up with an unprecedented blood-red glow.

【Warning! High-concentration dimensional suppression medium detected!】

【Judgment: SSS-grade relic of the Titan Civilization!】

【Description: Suspected encapsulation container or stabilization core for a ”dimensional reduction strike” weapon.】

Lin Yuan’s breathing hitched, the Void Energy in his body began to surge uncontrollably, and in the depths of his pupils, two star vortices slowly rotated.

This was the thing he was looking for.

A key fragment that could completely unlock the titan armory.

Naga Old Man pulled open the curtain with some disdain.

Under the brilliant spotlight, what was presented was an extremely shabby-looking thing.

It was a rectangular iron box.

Its surface was covered in deep red rust, with even a few obvious dents; it looked just like scrap iron picked up from some garbage planet abandoned for thousands of years.

There was no energy fluctuation, nor any texture of high-end materials.

”Ladies and gentlemen.”

The old man’s voice also lacked confidence.

”This was salvaged from the periphery of a broken titan ruin. Although we have used every means to open it and cannot even detect any particle reactions, according to expert analysis, its interior is extremely stable.”

A burst of laughter erupted from below.

”Old Eight, have you run out of things to sell? Bringing a piece of scrap iron to fool people?”

”This kind of dime-a-dozen tin box, I could fill a truck with them in my scrap recycling station.”

The Third Prince sneered in Box No. 3: ”This piece of junk, worthy of being a finale? I suggest giving it directly to the ’scrap collector’ friend in Box No. 1, after all, he matches this grade of item very well.”

Lin Yuan looked at him coldly, not retaliating.

He was waiting.

”Starting bid, one thousand credit points.”

The old man coughed awkwardly.

The whole venue was silent, not even one person bidding.

Everyone wasn’t a fool; in this place where strength speaks, buying a useless iron lump to go back and take up space, that would mean one’s brain had been hit by a meteorite crater.

”One thousand one hundred points.”

Lin Yuan pressed the bidding device again.

He still maintained that ”disgusting” rhythm from just now.

”Pfft—sure enough, he’s a scrap collector.”

The Third Prince laughed until his feathers fluttered wildly.

Just as Naga Old Man was preparing to let the hammer fall with a sense of relief, in the neighboring Sky Box No. 2, that mass of black fog that had been silent all along vibrated violently.

A shrill sound like metal cutting stone came out.

”One hundred thousand.”

The laughter in the venue came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone was stunned.

That terrifying existence who hadn’t said a word during the auction and exuded a foul stench, had actually bid?

Lin Yuan’s heart sank.