The grand hall shimmered under golden light, the air thick with wealth and want. The auction had begun—artifacts, jewels, rare collectibles. Bids climbed, fortunes exchanged in seconds.

Then, the lights dimmed.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer’s voice echoed. "Tonight’s highlight… an unparalleled rarity."

The curtain parted.

Suguru Geto stepped forward, draped in silks that barely concealed his form. A chain rested against his throat.

"An omega of unmatched value. Strength, intelligence, beauty. Bidding starts at ten million."

The room erupted—fifty, one hundred, two hundred million—voices desperate, frenzied.

Then, one voice cut through.

Silence.

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