Alaric found himself unable to move. His body refused to. He could feel the Diva inside him shivering in fear, as if the very sound of Michael’s voice was making it recoil in fright.
Michael turned back his attention towards the vials of Soo.
One by one, he touched every pillar in the red platform.
He got his fifth, his sixth, his seventh, and continued on.
Alaric could only watch helplessly as Michael obtained every single drop of Soo still available on the platform.
As Michael touched the last vial, the last beam of light shone down from the heavens above and illuminated the drop of Soo in his hands.
He did it.
In the end, he got all ten drops.
With his job done, the GodForge pieces in Michael’s hearts started slowing down. The chanical armor around his arms started to lose their physicality, turning into a projection that slowly dissipated in the air.
His body rapidly cooled down, with his skin starting to frost everywhere around his body.
His muscles shrank, his bones lost volu, and his newly regenerated abundance of cells regressed one by one.
In just a few monts, his body turned back into adolescence, one fitting for a thirteen year old boy.
Pushing himself into the future put a large toll on his body, his mind, and his soul.
He fell to his knees and collapsed on the ground.
The auction had finally ended.
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Even after the ga had concluded, nobody was moving. They had their eyes focused and still rapt at Michael.
What they saw was beyond comprehension. It was sothing out of reality, and even out of imagination.
If soone told them yesterday that they would see a 4th stage Maugnetic boy rge with his Diva and win the ga, they would have just ignored them and wouldn’t even entertain the idea.
Aerith, Bobby, and Potbol, who had been eliminated from the ga earlier, looked at Michael with shock. Even though they were in the 9th stage of Body Formation, they knew they were still far away from rging with their Divas.
Yet, he did it. It was incomplete, but he still did it.
Even the so-called experts in Diva Cultivation and Aubilities had no answer for what they had just seen. That was supposed to have been impossible.
From Michael’s flying Mithril Artifact weapons to his reality-defying powers, everything around Michael seed impossible.
Barnaby himself was still utterly shocked at what Michael had done. Just like the others, he was just blankly staring at the Pocket Dinsion, not knowing what to do even though the ga had technically ended.
"Ladies... and gentlen... the ga... is over," he muttered out, still in disbelief.
It was only when Micheal and Alaric were both teleported out of the Pocket Dinsion did reality truly sink in for Barnaby.
Michael won! He won against Alaric, and all the other Major Factions in tropolis!
He obtained 10 drops from 15, all the while only having himself for his team! And one might also add that he was only in the 4th stage of Body Formation!
He imdiately had his best doctors and magical physicians oversee Michael’s recovery.
The boy was still breathing steadily, which ant that he was probably just completely exhausted from the fight. Barnaby considered this a miracle, given how much he must have strained himself to achieve what he had achieved.
"The results of tonight’s ga for the Spirit of Old drops have been decided. Give it up for Alaric and the Gilderaan company, who obtained five drops of Soo in total! This is an outco that we expected going into the auction.
But the overall winner of tonight’s bidding is soone that I bet had never crossed your ears before this auction. He is soone who has shown great talent in magic, in cultivation, and even in innovation.
Ladies and gentlen, I would like you all to clap your hands for the owner of the Reborn company, to the innovator of the automobiles, and the current sensation of the entirety of tropolis:
MICHAEL VANDERBILT!"
Barnaby’s announcent finally broke everyone’s stupor, making them focus back into the auction.
There were a few points in his speech that caught their ears.
"Did I hear that right? He... he’s the one who created the automobiles?!"
This, in particular, stirred up a lot of conversation and discussions amongst the crowd.
The automobiles, which now everyone considered to be the future of transportation, was created by none other than Michael and the Reborn company?
"So that’s where he gets all his money from!"
Michael’s apparent wealth that could even rival that of the Major Factions was sothing that was highly debated around. But now, the truth finally ca out.
Soon after that, the pieces fell into place.
He owned the automobiles, which was probably why the Duchess seed to favor him so much that she was even willing to give her black dallion to him.
He owned the automobiles, so Barnaby was implored to give him one of the VIP suites in the auction.
"If they start to sell automobiles in tropolis... I really think that the Reborn company is going to beco part of the Major Factions in the future."
Michael had shown strength and power deserving of a high spot in the rankings. He defeated Beau and the Rising Six, aning that he should replace her in the top spot.
Many were still doubting that he deserved that spot, given that power wasn’t the only factor in a ranking. But this revelation completely upended that.
He deserved that ranking, and more, especially with what he showcased in this ga.
And once Michael’s last na was revealed to everyone, their fate in the Major Factions seed all the more fitting.
"He’s a Vanderbilt..."
Due to unfortunate circumstances, the Vanderbilt na was tarnished in tropolis. It was no longer the prestigious title it once was, with many thinking that the talents of the great lion Yze Vanderbilt weren’t passed down to his descendants.
But Michael’s very presence disproved that.
With his abundant talent at such a young age, it seed that he was destined to bring the Vanderbilt na back to the top.
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anwhile, in the rn’s VIP suite, the red-haired young rmaid peered through the tinted glass and watched as Michael got escorted away into the back stage.
There was excitent and adoration in her eyes.
"I have to et him!" she exclaid.
The rn around her imdiately disagreed with her decision.
"Young Mistress, we simply do not have ti for trifling matters."
The young rmaid imdiately protested. "You don’t understand! This guy is special! He’s different!"
Her frustration only grew more as she saw how clueless her rn attendants were to what they just witnessed.
They were completely ignorant to human cultivation, which ant they didn’t know the significance to what Michael had just pulled off.
"Need I remind you that your father has tasked you with this mission, Young Mistress. We have to find the Pixie Queen. We cannot waste any more ti."
The young rmaid bit her lips, unable to hold on to her frustrations. She could only curse her luck that finding Michael coincided at a very critical juncture in her mission in the surface world.
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