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On the first-floor auction hall, everyone was utterly astonished after hearing this.
It was the first time they had heard of such a secret.
The mercenaries discussed it in low voices. "Turning flesh into machinery? That's insane..."
"Yeah, no wonder he failed. I've never heard of anyone succeeding at something like that."
"Keep it down... He doesn't look like someone easy to get along with."
Everyone fell silent, their gazes shifting back and forth between the windows of the two private rooms.
After having his dirty laundry exposed in public, the figure in the third-floor private room did not get angry.
Instead, he let out a mechanical laugh. "Begel, what could an ignorant fool like you possibly understand?"
"The power of flesh has limits. Even if you are Legendary Tier or Demigod Tier, you will eventually decay and die!"
"Only the eternity of machinery is the truth!"
"When all of you are about to die of old age while I am still lively and well, you'll know how foolish you were today!"
His tone brimmed with confidence, as though he had already seen the day of his success.
After a pause, his voice turned chillingly cold. "Betar, if you refuse to accept this, then bid."
"The same goes for everyone else. If you want it, then bid."
"No matter how high your bids go, mine will be higher!"
"No one will take this Golem from me!"
As his words fell, waves of metal scraping could be heard.
Everyone could sense this figure's determination.
He intended to challenge the wealth of every Legendary Tier powerhouse present all by himself.
They could not help but marvel at his madness and tremendous confidence!
However, the Legendary Tier powerhouses present either came from major factions or were long-established veterans with deep reserves.