He suddenly opened his eyes, only to be met with complete darkness. It felt as if his eyes were tightly bound, blocking out even the faintest hint of light. The air around him hummed with low, indistinct noise, mingled with the faint sound of several voices, tinged with laughter. His mind was still hazy, but a deep sense of unease surged within him, sweeping over his heart like a rising tide.
"Ahem, now we come to the final lot of the night—Lot number 1036!" A woman's voice rang out, filled with excitement yet strikingly clear and detached. "A healthy, clean-shaven 26-year-old virgin, thoroughly examined and confirmed to be free of disease or disability."
Each word struck him like a sharp blade, sinking deep into his mind. He froze, disoriented. Where was he? How had he ended up here?
"According to the auction intermediary, the subject's obedience is rated at seventy-five percent," the woman's voice continued, now carrying a hint of ambiguity, even tinged with a subtle, almost mischievous smile. "In other words, occasional small acts of resistance are to be expected. For those distinguished guests who enjoy such little diversions, please prepare—the starting bid is ten thousand, ten thousand to start!"
His mind exploded in a burst of chaos. An auction? Was he being sold at an auction?! He tried to struggle, but his limbs were tightly bound. He attempted to scream, but his mouth was sealed shut, leaving only weak, pitiful whimpers to escape from his throat. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, his breathing growing more frantic by the second, and his heart pounded in his chest, sounding like the relentless beat of a war drum.
"Urgh!" He thrashed desperately, trying to slam into the surrounding objects, but everything around him was soft padding, like an impenetrable cage that swallowed every attempt, devouring all his efforts. His struggle, in the end, was nothing more than the final, silent convulsions of a trapped animal—useless, futile.
The voices outside carried on, unbothered and distant.
"Fifty thousand, thank you!"
"This side, eighty thousand, great, let's update the screen, now it's eighty thousand!"
"How about ninety thousand? Yes, ninety thousand from this side!"
The more he heard, the more terrified he became; a cold chill creeping up his spine and spreading through his entire body. Were they bidding for him? Were they treating him like an object, something to be bought and sold?
"Can we get a hundred thousand? That gentleman over there, a hundred thousand."
Panic took hold of him completely. Who were these people? What did they intend to do with him once they bought him?
It didn’t matter—he couldn’t just lie there and be at their mercy! Gritting his teeth, he tried to probe the space around him with his body, but all he found was confinement. He was trapped in a small box, the walls lined with soft padding that made it impossible to stretch out. Each movement and each struggle felt like a moth flapping in desperation against the glass, hopeless and helpless.
The bidding grew more intense, the numbers soaring higher with each call.
"One hundred and fifty thousand, bid from the back row!"
"Can we make it one hundred and eighty thousand? One hundred and eighty thousand from the front!"
"Where's two hundred thousand? We have it—two hundred thousand from the left side, back row!"
Cold sweat had long soaked his whole body. He began to move his fingers slowly, trying to sense his surroundings. When his fingers brushed against his skin, the icy sensation froze him instantly—his clothes were gone! He was left wearing nothing but a thin pair of underwear.
"Two hundred and fifty thousand, front row, right side!"
"Three hundred thousand, bid via phone!"
The pressure became unbearable, and his body shook uncontrollably, his mind blank. The auction calls felt like hammer blows, each one striking his heart.
"Seven hundred and fifty thousand!" The auctioneer's voice rose, more triumphant than ever. "From ten thousand to seven hundred and fifty thousand—how about adding another fifty and seeing where that takes us?"
"Alright, eight hundred thousand, back to the left side!"
"One million! One million bid! Of course, it’s yours, sir. It seems you've been waiting for this particular lot all along."
His heart pounded violently, each bid pushing him further toward the edge of an abyss. He could do nothing, only feel his fear and humiliation slowly devouring his sense of reason. He clenched his teeth, tears welling up in his eyes, but not a single sound escaped his lips. Who would come to save him... who could save him?!
Outside, the bidding continued.
"One million one hundred thousand, what do you say, sir? No more? Thank you for your bid."
"Is there any higher bid on the phone? Yes! One million two hundred thousand, bid by phone, one million two hundred thousand!"
His body curled up, lying in the soft padding, every ounce of strength seemingly drained from him. He held his breath, the bidding voices fading in his ears, becoming distant and muffled, like an endless nightmare.
"Now, it's one million two hundred thousand. Is there any higher bid? Is anyone on the phone? No more? Then get ready for the hammer—one million two hundred thousand, last chance!"
Clang! The sound of the hammer falling was like the whisper of death itself, pushing him further into the abyss.
Outside, the voice continued, "Guest No. 696, congratulations, sir, you have successfully won our lot 1036 by phone!"
His body went completely rigid, breathing becoming a struggle. From this moment on, his future would be controlled by someone else. Who was this person, 696? What would they do to him?
The box began to shake, and an overwhelming pressure surged into his chest. Someone was lifting it, and he could hear the dull thuds of shoes against the ground. Where were they taking him? He still couldn’t break free, his hands and feet tightly bound, his body forced to sway with the movement of the box. Despair and helplessness flooded him like a tidal wave, his heartbeat racing as if it might burst from his chest.
Several voices came from outside. He strained his ears, trying to catch any clue from their conversation.
"I didn't expect it to fetch such a high price," came a man's voice, tinged with a sense of pride, as though he were bragging about acquiring a rare, valuable item rather than a living, breathing person.
Then, a woman's voice cut through the air, cold and efficient, "Mr. Intermediary, this is the cash prepared by the VIP. Please hand over the other required items."
Inside the box, he held his breath. His heart was pounding wildly, nearly shattering his chest. He had heard it now—they were talking about him! After the auction, he had become a "completed transaction."
"Everything is here," the man's voice rang out again, satisfaction evident in his tone. "Even the identity details are fully prepared. I can open it and show you, or just read it out loud if you prefer..."
His pupils contracted in horror. Identity details? How could they have his information?!
Sure enough, the man began reading the details slowly, each word like a blade cutting into his ears: "Name: Leon Ma. Age: 26. A graduate with a doctorate in Traditional Chinese Medicine. Height: 165 cm, weight: 46 kg." The man chuckled, his tone laced with a hint of amusement and disdain. "A bit light and small, easy to tame..."
Hearing this, Leon’s hair stood on end, his mind buzzing with disbelief. He felt like an object, stripped of all pretense, being scrutinized and judged without any dignity. This wasn’t a dream... this was real!
The woman’s voice replied coolly, devoid of any emotion, "Our VIPs have mentioned it before, these details don’t matter. What matters is that he fits the criteria—his appearance and physique are perfect for the lot."
The intermediary chuckled, his tone growing increasingly lewd. "I suppose they want that delicate, submissive kind of vibe, right? Well, I’ve seen him, and even I’m tempted. But I won’t keep you all waiting any longer—I'll take this cash and go find my client!"
Leon’s fingers curled tightly, struggling to suppress the tremor that threatened to overtake him, but his body betrayed him. He had never felt so humiliated, so terrified. It was as though he had been thrown into an abyss, thick with fog, surrounded by unknown monsters, with no way to escape.
"Is he awake?" The woman's voice suddenly cut through the air. There was no panic in her tone, only a cold, indifferent concern.
Another man's voice responded, "Seems like it, I felt the box shake a bit."
"Knock him out again," the woman's voice was devoid of any warmth. "The VIP's destination must remain completely confidential. There can be no risk of any leaks."
"Understood," the man answered curtly, without hesitation.
Leon hadn't fully processed what was happening when a thick cloud of smoke suddenly poured through the cracks of the box. Instinctively, he held his breath, but the smoke seeped in relentlessly, its pungent sting overwhelming him. Within moments, dizziness took hold of him.
“Urgh…” He struggled to move, trying to call for help, but the restraints and the gag over his mouth only allowed weak whimpers to escape. In just a few seconds, his mind began to slip into confusion, and his limbs grew limp, collapsing in exhaustion.
Through the haze, he faintly heard a woman's voice, cold and detached, "Take him away."
A freezing, bone-chilling liquid poured over Leon's head, shocking him awake. Cold water streamed down his face, soaking him to the skin. He coughed violently, the suffocating sensation leaving him momentarily breathless. Blinking hard, he opened his eyes, only to be confronted by a woman whose presence was nothing short of horrifying—a living embodiment of an evil witch from a dark fairy tale.Her skin was waxy and ashen, etched with deep, uneven creases, as though time had cruelly carved its mark upon her. Her nose was sunken, her lips cracked, and her hair hung in disheveled, straw-like strands over her shoulders. Her half-lidded eyes glimmered with a frigid malice that sent a shiver down his spine."Awake, are we?" she rasped, her voice a grating, metallic screech-like nails on glass. She let out a hoarse, grating laugh. "If it weren’t for the fact that this ritual demands your consciousness, I wouldn’t have wasted a basin of my precious well water on you."“Ritual? What ritual?”
"What do you mean, 'I’m yours'?" Leon’s chest heaved with anger, his fingers gripping the bed sheets tightly, his fingertips turning pale. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and his voice was filled with accusation. "You... you’re the one who 'bought' me?""Yes," Jasper answered without hesitation, his voice sharp and clear.Leon froze for a moment, then gritted his teeth and growled, "Even if you 'bought' me, that doesn’t mean anything! I was forced into this! I shouldn’t have even been at that underground auction!""Leon, calm down," Jasper's voice remained steady, but a faint furrow appeared on his brow."Calm down?!" Leon’s voice nearly reached a breaking point, his emotions fully unraveling. "How am I supposed to calm down? Do you have any idea what I've been through? I was kidnapped, auctioned off, and now I’m locked in here, hearing this ridiculous talk about ‘marriage’! How can you expect me to calm down?!"Just as Leon teetered on the edge of losing control, a sharp, piercing voi
After wiping his body, the subordinates carefully laid Leon on the bed and began their massage. Their fingers moved with a nimbleness that seemed almost casual, unintentionally sweeping away the exhaustion from his body. Yet with each press, each knead, a more complex tide of emotions arose within him. Every motion felt like an indelible mark etched into his very being, leaving behind a disquieting resonance. Leon’s pallor grew starker by the moment. The subordinates, far from hurrying, seemed intent on drawing out the experience. Their hands roamed over his back, shoulders, and arms, applying just the right amount of pressure to relieve his tension. Yet this precise care carried with it an undeniable undercurrent of humiliation, heightened by the fact that he was utterly exposed, devoid of even the faintest shred of dignity. When the massage finally concluded, their work was far from over. They moved on to grooming him meticulously—polishing his nails, styling his hair, and careful
“Don’t talk nonsense!” Jasper’s voice rose sharply, his calm and gentle demeanor shattered. He stepped forward in a flash, grabbing Leon’s wrist and yanking him firmly to his side. “And keep your hands off him!” Leon, already stiff and unresponsive, stumbled forward under the sudden force. His body tilted precariously, only to be caught by a steady, powerful hand. It was Aric. His hold on Leon’s shoulder was precise and unwavering, seemed like he had anticipated the fall all along. Aric’s sharp eyes flicked over Leon, his expression tightening as he noticed the unnatural rigidity in Leon’s movements. He turned slightly, addressing the middle-aged man behind him. “Elian,” he said, his brow raising slightly. “Don’t you think something needs to be done?” Elian nodded subtly. “Indeed, I’ll handle it.” With a fluid, almost imperceptible motion of his hand, Elian gestured through the air. The shift was immedia
Leon followed Aric down the long corridor, their footsteps echoing like the steady beat of a drum. With each step, the oppressive atmosphere of the wedding ceremony they left behind seemed to fade, but Leon’s heartbeat only quickened in its place. He couldn’t resist stealing a glance at Aric, who walked ahead with an unshakable presence. The broad shoulders, the graceful line of his back, and the undeniable aura of strength he exuded stirred a tangle of emotions within Leon—confusing, unnameable, and impossible to ignore.They finally entered a spacious bedroom. The room was simply furnished, yet luxurious in its own way. The dark-toned furniture exuded a quiet authority, while the half-drawn curtains allowed a sliver of moonlight to spill in, casting a cold, distant glow over the entire space.Leon stood at the edge of the soft carpet, raising his head, wanting to say something, but he realized that his voice was still trapped within him. He bit his lip in frustration, then turned t
Elian lowered his gaze, studying Leon with an expression that seemed to weigh something carefully. "No one would ever say 'I owe him a favor' to Prince Aric. In fact, no one dares to say such a thing to him or anyone like him.""Why?" Leon frowned; confusion evident on his face. "I don’t understand."Elian straightened up, his expression calm and composed, though his tone carried a trace of gravity. "Do you know where this place is?"Leon shook his head. "I haven’t had the chance to find out. When I arrived, I was forced to start preparing for the wedding. Where would I find the time to learn anything?"Elian offered a faint smile. "This is the Darkwood Continent," he said at last, his voice low and commanding. “For you, it might as well be another world."Leon remained silent momentarily, his mind flashing back to the strange experiences he'd had so far. After a pause, he nodded. "That much I could guess. After all, one needs that kind of ritual just to get here."Elian's gaze sudden
He sat frozen on the floor, his eyes locked onto the sword, terror and unease written all over his face. This couldn’t have been just a hallucination—the images were too vivid, too real, as if he had personally witnessed the carnage. That sword… it was no ordinary weapon.“No, it’s impossible… he…” Leon’s voice trembled, the words faltering, unable to form a coherent sentence. His breathing was erratic, and he became painfully aware of his own hands shaking uncontrollably like they had just touched something unimaginably evil.“Calm down, Leon. Calm down…” he whispered hoarsely, but calm was nowhere to be found. Desperation clawed at him as he scrambled to his feet, stumbling toward the bed. He grabbed the blanket and wrapped it tightly around himself, curling into a trembling ball.“Sleep… sleep… stop thinking…” he murmured under his breath, desperately clinging to the words, hoping they could shield him from the horrifying images. He buried his head deeper into the blanket, strainin
The door burst open with a resounding bang, and Jasper’s tall, commanding figure filled the doorway. His gaze locked onto Leon instantly, sharp and unwavering. For a moment, Leon forgot how to breathe. He watched as Jasper stepped inside, each movement deliberate and unhurried. His demeanor showed no hostility, yet the memory of Jasper’s furious departure the previous night sent a shiver down Leon’s spine. This wasn’t just anyone—this was a demon.Instinctively, Leon scooted back, his body acting before his mind could catch up. By the time he realized what he was doing, his back was already pressed against the edge of the bed. He had nowhere left to go.Jasper, meanwhile, made himself comfortable, sitting casually at the foot of the bed. His piercing eyes bore into Leon, unrelenting and impossible to ignore.Leon felt the blood in his veins had turned to ice, a tingling numbness spreading to his fingertips. Overwhelmed, he made a snap decision. Pulling the blanket over his head, he bu
He stared up, his eyes wide with disbelief. His mind couldn’t quite grasp how he had ended up on the ground, but the searing pain in his knees—where they had struck the cold stone floor—was all too real. The sensation was like fire, shooting through his body; all he could do was sit there, stunned.Leon glanced down at Randy, lying on the ground, but his expression remained indifferent. He didn’t even bother with a sneer—Randy wasn’t worth the effort. Without breaking his stride, he simply tightened his grip on Aric’s hand and continued walking as leisurely as if they were strolling through a park.Randy, humiliated and furious, clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. His face was flushed with rage, but he didn’t dare step forward again.He wasn’t a fool—he knew this man wasn’t someone he could afford to provoke.So, instead, he bit down hard on his lip, scrambled to his feet, and rushed into the house—no doubt running to tattle.Aric watched the retreating figure wit
They made their way through the forest, sunlight filtering through the gaps in the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Time seemed to stretch on as they walked, but finally, the path ahead cleared, and a smooth asphalt road appeared before them. Leon practically ran forward, eager to get moving, and waved down a passing taxi.The driver poked his head out, eyeing the two young men suspiciously. “Where to?”Leon casually named a destination in the city center, then quickly pulled Aric into the cab, letting out a sigh of relief.As the taxi sped away, the forest receded behind them, replaced by the towering skyscrapers of the city, neon lights flashing, and the buzz of voices filling the air. For a moment, Leon had been preoccupied with surviving in this world—after all, he didn’t have a penny to his name. But just as he was beginning to worry about his next move, Aric casually pulled out a black gold card, flipping it expertly between his fingers.Leon’s eyes widened. “Where
Just as he finished speaking, his bed suddenly dipped. The next second, a powerful force yanked him right out of the covers.“Hey! Hey! What are you doing?!” Leon screamed in surprise, but before he could react, Aric had already hoisted him onto his shoulder, as if he were a sack of potatoes, effortlessly carrying him away.“Put me down! Now!” Leon struggled desperately, but Aric’s strength was far greater, and he didn’t budge an inch.“If you refuse to get up on your own, I’ll have to do it for you,” Aric said, his tone light and even laced with a hint of amusement.Leon rolled his eyes, resigned to his fate. He buried his head in Aric’s back and muttered lazily, “Fine, do whatever you want. I’ll just switch to a different position and go back to sleep…”However, after a moment, something didn’t sit right.It wasn’t just him Aric was carrying.Leon slowly lifted his head, casting a glance toward Aric’s other side. There, he saw a large, bulging backpack, heavy and seemingly filled wi
As he stepped out of the prison, the cool night air brushed against his skin. The magic lanterns outside cast long, stretching shadows across the stone pavement. And there, bathed in that soft glow, Aric stood leaning against a stone pillar, arms crossed, his usual playful smirk dancing at the corners of his lips as he watched Leon."Has my great physician fiancé finished with his work?" Aric raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing at the corner of his lips. Yet, there was something serious in his eyes, as if he were trying to read something from Leon's expression.Leon snapped out of his thoughts, nodding. "Yes."He fell silent for a moment, then couldn’t help but ask, "Aric, I don’t understand. Why is Selena targeting the Blackwood family? Does that include Lisa and Jasper as well?"Aric dropped his playful demeanor, his gaze darkening slightly as he spoke slowly. "I don’t fully understand either... But from Morgana’s reaction, it seems the relationship between them and Lisa isn’
Morgana’s voice grew weaker, but the magic refused to let her stop. She was forced to continue, every word dragged out like a confession to the abyss.“The stone… shields her research… hides it from the Enforcement Division… She’s been working on it all this time… and once the spell is complete… she plans to destroy the Blackwood family… completely.”“What?!”Leon’s eyes widened, his breath hitching.Selena’s ambition wasn’t just to control someone—she wanted to erase the Blackwood family from existence.How dare she?The sheer scale of her plan was madness.But why? Why them?The cell fell into a suffocating silence.Leon’s fingers curled into fists, his knuckles turning white. His mind raced through the implications and hidden motives that led to this revelation.Aric, for once, was quiet. Then—he exhaled a slow, almost amused chuckle.“So that’s how it is…”He gazed down at Morgana, his expression unreadable, his voice as cold as steel.“You’ve given me quite the gift.”Morgana's l
Aric let out a quiet scoff, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes. “Hard to say. But this outcome was inevitable.”“Inevitable?”Leon’s gaze sharpened. Aric rarely used such a phrase—unless he had already woven an invisible net around his prey.Aric turned his head slightly, a ghost of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.“Among all the witches and warlocks, only their magic is truly… unnatural. Even by simple elimination, they were always the prime suspects.”He paused deliberately, his voice stretching out in a teasing drawl.“Besides… I had Elian spread a few rumors and exaggerate the results of the research. And you know how it is—when people have something to hide, they start acting strange. Keeping their heads down. Becoming just a little too quiet.”Leon fixed his gaze on him as if he had already pieced together where this was going. “And then?”Aric shrugged, his tone laced with a casual, almost playful cunning. “A few times, I made a point of boasting in front of the
The wind howled fiercely at the mountain’s peak, whipping against Leon’s cloak as he stood at the summit, gazing down at the royal palace below. Yet, despite the commanding view, uncertainty gnawed at his heart.“Will this work?” he murmured, his palms slick with a faint sheen of sweat from how tightly he clenched his fists.Beside him, Aric stood unwavering, his deep-set eyes reflecting nothing but absolute certainty. Without a word, he gently ruffled Leon’s hair, his touch impossibly soft.“Believe in yourself,” he murmured, his voice carrying a quiet magic that soothed as much as it reassured. “And believe in me who believes in you.”Leon stiffened, a sharp jolt striking through his chest as if something had collided with his very core.No one had ever trusted him like this before.Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself, forcing the turmoil in his heart to settle. Slowly, he closed his eyes, letting his senses attune to the energy coursing through him.The power surged within hi
The rigor of the law and the reduction in crime rates had become his most difficult challenge. Simply relying on education and increasing the work output of the lower tiers didn’t seem to offer a complete solution to the deeply ingrained issues."What exactly should I do…"Every time that question arose, he would throw himself into hours of reading legal documents, historical records, and security management plans from various regions. He was determined to find an effective path forward, but despite all his efforts, he found no breakthrough in inspiration.The Enforcement Division’s task wasn’t any easier. They seemed more like an “enforcement agency” rather than one capable of proactively altering the security environment.Leon realized he had hit a deadlock.That day, Leon had been expecting the latest updates from the Enforcement Division. As he pored over several legal tomes, searching for a breakthrough, the person who arrived wasn’t from the Enforcement Division at all—it was Ar
His voice lowered slightly, laced with just the right amount of temptation, striking at the very core of these officials’ ambitions, “Or—are you willing to take a small calculated risk to create a system where palace life and resources don’t just remain steady—but continuously grow?”“After all, we’re talking about a low-cost, high-return investment… aren’t we?”At those words, many officials’ expressions shifted.The hesitation that once clouded their faces gave way to murmured discussions.Someone muttered thoughtfully, “...If this boosts overall productivity, then it might be worth trying.”“And besides, whether it succeeds or not, we don’t have to leave the palace ourselves. All we need to do is allocate resources.”“In the long run, if this increases material output and reduces the palace’s dependency on existing stores… it’s a viable strategy.”Seeing this, Leon tapped his fingers lightly against the table, his tone calm and measured, “Ladies and gentlemen, I don’t need you to d