Listening to the sheer madness radiating from the speakers, Serena let out a dry laugh.
"The Obsidian Sun really doesn't pull any punches, do they?"
"The whole point of these private suites was absolute anonymity."
"But they intentionally broadcasted those desperate pleas on a public channel."
"It's perfectly executed psychological warfare."
"They're exploiting mankind's primal fear of death to push these billionaires over the edge."
Every single bid.
Was bleeding these tycoons dry.
"They're using a single vial to cleanly vacuum up half the wealth of the global elite."
"This goes beyond extortion. It's unadulterated greed."
Nicholas let out a cold laugh. "It's the price of cheating death."
The rule was simple: whatever they bid was instantly siphoned into the island's central accounts.
They had to ensure they had the liquid capital to back up their final claim.
To survive, these elites would fight to the bitter end.
So, even knowing the exchange rate was an absolute scam, they didn't care.
They would gamble every cent they owned just to stay in the game.
Serena coldly watched the numbers on the screen skyrocket once more.
Those men had truly signed away their entire lives for a chance at that drug.
Under the crushing weight of psychological pressure, the bidding finally froze on a mind-bending, astronomical figure—a sum large enough to buy half of Europe!
It was a truly staggering amount.
Even Serena was mildly shocked by the sheer scale of the final number.
She knew it would be astronomical.

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