The price silenced the room for a moment.
Five hundred thousand.
For the vast majority of Train Conductors, this might have been wealth they would never acquire even if they traveled the Wasteland until they died.
Yet it was merely the bid for a single core.
Some felt envy and jealousy, and some even began to harbor hatred toward those who possessed such wealth.
But the bidding did not stop at five hundred thousand.
"Five hundred and ten thousand!" "Five hundred and twenty thousand." "Five hundred and thirty thousand..."
When the price reached five hundred and fifty thousand, the trains in the premium members' boxes seemed to hesitate a little.
Bidding in increments of ten thousand might not have seemed like much, and what they had brought were all non-correct train coins.
But ultimately, even non-correct train coins were still train coins.
An A-Rank God Core was certainly rare.
But if the price grew too high, not everyone could afford it.
For them, five hundred and twenty thousand to five hundred and fifty thousand was already the limit.
"Heh, in the end, I'm still the decisive one. What a bunch of dawdlers."
The elderly man who had initially raised the price straight to five hundred thousand set down his wineglass and continued bidding.
"Six hundred thousand. They're just some trash train coins. What's there to hesitate over if you can exchange them for an A-Rank God's God Core?"
Six hundred thousand, trash, train coins...
The ordinary Train Conductors felt as though their worldview had been forcibly expanded.
Those three terms could actually go together?
No one continued.
The price had already exceeded their budgets.
Besides, the bidder clearly thought nothing of those six hundred thousand ordinary train coins. There was no point in continuing.
As the host struck the bronze