Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

"820 over here!" Draco shouted from his table, raising his magical bidding plate into the air.

This time, many adults also raised their plates. "850!" A man dressed in an all-navy suit yelled. Lyrian gazed at the man and recognized him from the campus city fountain. He was the man who was harassed by the fake monks.

Turning to his table, the man said, "I'm going to spend all of my saved-up money if I have to, but I want to get that technique for my daughter," he said.

Others at his table talked with him. "Your daughter, Oasmine, how old is she now?" A woman asked with genuine care in her eyes.

As they conversed, another raised his plate from afar.

"900!" He yelled, as the auctioneer quickly began spitting his lines.

"A clean 900 bid soars to the top for this! Are we going to go any higher for this illustrious item!?" He paused, as another plate raised into the air, followed by several more in the span of a few seconds.

"The bids have raised up to 950 now! How far are we going to go? The price is rising quickly, folks!" As he said this, even more people were enticed to raise their plates.

A boy sitting next to Godfrey nudged the MVP's shoulder. "When are you going to bid?" He asked, capturing the attention of the others at the table.

"Meh... I'll bid when it gets past 1200," he blankly stated, throwing the kid who asked the question off slightly.

"W-what? You really think it will reach 1200?"

Drake looked at the boy for a split second, before gazing back up at the auctioneer. "Not even a question."

"Then... why not just bid now?" The kid asked shortly after.

"Hmm... wouldn't that take the fun out of it?" Drake smirked.

"1200!" Linus' voice sounded through the banquet, cutting off all other voices as plates slowly came down from the air.

"Tsk." Drake scoffed, "Of course he would do that."

"By golly! We have a 1200 bid! We haven't ever gone higher than this before, will it happen, ladies and gentlemen!?" The auctioneer passionately exclaimed with a bright smile on his face.

Even those who could no longer bid mostly still had smiles on their faces. In truth, they knew they wouldn't be able to get the item anyway, but it was worth a try to them. It was all in good fun. Now, they were excited to see the true winner.

"..." The auctioneer paused, as Linus' hand remained as the only one standing in the air. "The people of this academy... It is my pleasure to inform you all that the true bidding war has just begun!" He said, hyping up everyone in the crowd as anticipation rose greatly in the room.

Cheers began being thrown around everywhere, as people began to stand up and exclaim their excitement.

"1220!" Godfrey Drake also stood tall among the rest of them, raising his hand in the air.

"1250," said an unexpected voice that garnered a lot of attention. Everyone turned their heads to look at a man in his mid-forties, raising his plate into the air.

Confused murmurs spread through the crowd, as they had no clue who the man was. Even though the man felt hundreds of eyes piercing into him, he still stood confidently amongst the crowd, a stern expression on his face.

'This is for my daughter's future... it's nothing compared to the extent I'd go for her. She's all I have left, god damn it.' He solidified in his mind, as those at his table looked up at him. They couldn't help but be slightly inspired by his actions.

'He saved up his salary for this... what a foolish sacrifice to make, since he's going to lose it all anyway.' A man from his table thought, having slight disdain for the man.

"1300" Linus stood up from his seat, as all the attention in the room was stripped from the man and switched over to Linus. The man, having been defeated, fell back down into his chair.

He was slightly devastated, but there wasn't anything he could really do about it. Those at his table sympathized with him, but one man, the one who looked at him with disdain only seconds ago, couldn't help but grin slightly.

'What a fool. To think that his measly year's salary would be enough to compete with the likes of royals in the academy.' The grinning man thought to himself.

At this moment, Lyrian looked at his bracelet, checking his current number of Riftstones.

'1500 Riftstones.'

'Hm... since this is the last item, and it's also useless for me, I might as well conserve these last few Riftstones. I might need them when making a system to get even more Riftstones in the future...' He thought to himself, opting to not participate in this bidding.

Instead, he left to go get more food. By this point, no one at his table had enough Riftstones to challenge Linus and Godfrey, who were still going at it. Along with them, no one else in the banquet wanted to bid either.

"The whispers of old ages sound in the air, beckoning you to seize this opportunity! 1310! 1320! 1330! A crescendo of voices, each one a melody of ambition and fervor! Can you feel the magic coursing through this room?" The auctioneer began to speak faster and faster, and Linus and Godfrey outbid themselves nonstop.

As his voice got faster, so did the excitement in the room.

"Do I hear a 1340? Yes, indeed! Twelve bids, each one a declaration of unyielding determination. Our item remains glorious, but its allure grows stronger with each offer. Who will be the one to unlock its powers? 1350! 1360! 1370! Our champions stand undeterred!"

Teachers cheered, executives watched, and students celebrated. The night was a fireball of exhilaration. 

Silence suddenly cut through the air, as only the auctioneers voice sounded.

"The countdown begins, my friends. Going once... going twice... is there room for yet another daring bid? 1380! 1390! 1400! The aura of enchantment surrounds us all! Going twice... going thrice!"

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"Sooo--!!--ld?"