Universal Auction

Afterwards, Tights recalled what happened in the bathroom and felt increasingly uneasy, finally realizing that she might have been taken advantage of.

Although Roland looks like a five or six-year-old child, he is actually ten years old. In a few more years, he will be considered a teenager. Given his mature thinking, it seems that I shouldn't treat him like a child.

"Roland, did you deliberately touch me inappropriately just now?" Tights knocked on Roland's door, hands on her hips, and questioned him. Her deep red dress was as soft as gauze, as if it would ripple at any moment.

Looking at Tights's graceful figure, Roland suddenly changed the subject. "I'll ask you a question, and I'll tell you if you can answer it!"

"Oh, go ahead and ask."

"I'm asking you, isn't the brain the most important, most complex, and also the most vulnerable organ in the human body, so it needs extra protection? Even if your limbs are broken, you can't let it suffer the slightest damage, right?"

"Yes, what's the problem..." After thinking about it carefully, Tights that was indeed the case and asked, puzzled.

"Heh, but the problem is that these are all things your brain tells you."

"Huh?! It seems that's really the case!" Tights looked terrified, her brain telling her to protect it.

"Let me ask you another question: If you cut off a corner of a square, does it have one more corner or one less corner?"

"..."

Tights's eyes became blurry.

Seeing this, Roland floated down to the same height as Tights and flicked her forehead lightly with her finger. "To have such a reaction means you're not very bright. How can anyone trust you when you act so thoughtlessly?"

Tights rubbed her forehead where she had been flicked, realizing what had happened. "Wait, don't change the subject, you haven't answered my question yet."

Roland grinned broadly, revealing a hearty smile, "So you're not very bright, isn't that obvious? I'm just taking advantage of you, you've got quite a figure."

Should we say that Tights too naive, or that she's too simple-minded?

"Oh dear!" After hearing Tights was filled with shame and her face turned bright red. She lunged at Roland with her claws outstretched, but her weak body was no match for Roland. With a light touch, Roland threw her onto the bed and then slapped her down with his hand.

Roland said domineeringly, "I'm going to sleep holding you tonight!"

That night, Roland slept with Tights in his arms.

The next morning, when Mrs. Brief saw Roland and Tights emerge from the room together, a meaningful smile appeared on her face.

"Oh dear, I won't have a chance to go on dates with Roland anymore. When are you two going to have a baby?!"

"Mom, what are you thinking!" Tights raised her eyebrows and shouted angrily.

"Never mind, never mind, I'm going to prepare breakfast... hehehe..." Mrs. Brief was particularly uninhibited, chuckling and winking at the two of them before walking away with light steps. Tights looked on, completely bewildered, and stamped her foot in frustration, "Oh no, Mom must have misunderstood."

"What's there to misunderstand? That's just how it is."

That's not true.

Tights denied it; she would never admit to having anything going on with a child!

Roland burst into laughter. Compared to Sephiria, Tights was a completely different type of girl. Although she was physically weak and didn't have Sephiria's great strength, her liveliness had a unique charm compared to Sephiria's serious demeanor. Sometimes teasing her was really quite fun.

A few days later, the Universal Auction that Aiboya had announced officially began. After receiving the notification, Roland rushed over with Dr. Brief and Tights.

For Dr. Brief and his daughter, who had never attended such a grand event before, this was a great opportunity to broaden their horizons.

When Aiboya met Dr. Brief and his daughter, she didn't seem too surprised. She nodded politely to them and led them to the VIP room to take their seats. Compared to other ordinary auctions, because the items up for auction at a cosmic-level auction are more valuable and involve much larger sums of money, the bidders are hidden in the VIP room, and their identities are strictly kept secret.

"Mr. Roland, this is the list of items to be auctioned later."

Aiboya provided the catalogue, showcasing all the valuable auction items in advance for merchants to select from.

Roland nodded, picked up the picture book and began to browse through it. The picture book contained not only all sorts of strange and valuable items, but also information on large-scale products such as planets and races.

After a quick glance, Roland flipped to the race sale section, which listed information on dozens of different races, most of which were fragile races that were powerless but had some value.

"The Lis Race, a subordinate race of the Podo Race on the Planet Wozfu, excels in technological research. They are physically fragile but possess intelligent minds. Because they are easy to raise, they are a race that is quite suitable for the current situation on the Planet Sadala," Aiboya explained. The Lis Race and its kinsman, the Podo Race, originally belonged to the same civilization system, but they were defeated in a struggle thousands of years ago and were subsequently genetically modified and turned into a race of slaves, occasionally sold off as commodities by the Podo Race.

"Hmm, it looks quite suitable. There are a total of 100,000 Lis Race in this auction. If we buy them, it should be enough."

"Then I'll take pictures of them in a bit."

"Can."

Roland had a rather indifferent view of slave races. In the past, Saiyan made a living by purging native races and then selling planets. Slaves were a very common occurrence in the universe.

Tights had never seen such a trading arrangement before. In the universe, even races could be traded. Her pretty face paled. "Treating an entire race as slaves, isn't that a bit too cruel?"

"Don't make a fuss. We can buy anything, not just races," Roland said calmly. Guweisha added, "If this young lady is interested, I can buy a planet as a gift for you."

Tights shook her head. "No need, no need."

She couldn't quite understand the world of the rich; they would send someone a planet upon meeting them. Compared to them, she felt like a poor person.

Dr. Brief, however, saw things more deeply Tights and was more able to appreciate the ruthless, brutal, and cold-blooded nature of the universe—a world where the strong reign supreme!

I couldn't help but feel secretly relieved: thank goodness Earth wasn't taken over by aliens!

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