After all, no matter how precious the S-Rank Neural Repair Serum formulated by The Panacea was, it could only be used once.
But The A.W.S-0 Neural Stability Serum represented a foundational breakthrough in the entire field of neurology.
If they could reverse-engineer the core components of this mother liquid and successfully replicate it.
The resulting value couldn't possibly be measured against a single dose of medicine.
For an item like this.
Money? It became the least valuable thing in the room.
Overseas biotech conglomerates, underground medical syndicates, research
institutions backed by The Royal House of Vaelion.
And those aging billionaires desperate to exploit medical advancements to extend their lifespans.
Every single one of them fought tooth and nail.
The numbers refreshed relentlessly.
In just ten minutes, the price of the serum had surged to a figure ordinary buyers couldn't even fathom.
Those who had hoped to score a lucky bargain had long since abandoned the fantasy, dropping out of the race one by one.
In the end, only a few true heavyweight factions were left battling it out.
The atmosphere in the auction hall grew suffocatingly tense as the price continued to climb.
Just as an overseas biotech conglomerate raised the bid by another billion dollars.
In the back row of the main hall, tucked away in an inconspicuous corner, a completely unnoticeable figure suddenly raised a bidding terminal and pressed the button.
The number on the screen crushed the biotech conglomerate's offer with a massive margin.
For a moment, countless heads turned toward that dark corner.
They saw a man completely shrouded in a heavy black cloak, his hood pulled so low his face was completely obscured.
It was impossible to tell which faction he represented.
Everyone knew that the main hall was generally reserved for independent buyers or syndicates lacking the clearance for the VIP suites.
How could a buyer like that dare to challenge a massive conglomerate?
Furthermore, the bid had just utterly obliterated the biotech conglomerate's offer... by two billion dollars!
The crowd instantly began buzzing, wildly speculating about the cloaked man's identity.
Meanwhile, inside the VIP suite, Serena used the room's high-tech, omnidirectional surveillance feed to lock onto the cloaked man in the corner.
Her beautiful, aloof eyes narrowed slightly.
She noticed that when the cloaked man raised his hand, his wide sleeve slipped down just an inch, revealing a minuscule black totem tattooed on the inner side of his wrist content
The totem depicted a sun entirely devoured by darkness, encircled by long, jagged rays.
Others might not have recognized it, but Serena identified it in a heartbeat.
It was the emblem of Black Sun.
Just moments ago backstage, the Obsidian Sentinels escorting Specimen Fourteen had borne the exact same mark.
Some had it branded on their wrists.
Others kept it hidden behind their ears.
The placements varied, but the totem was identical.
Serena's narrowed eyes curved slightly as her red lips arched into an enigmatic smile.
She hadn't expected that Black Sun would be forced to play by Project
Zero Transit's rules and honestly
participate in the auction justto
acquire this serum.
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It seemed the relationship between Black Sun and Project Zero-Transit was purely
transactional.
Both sides took what they needed.
Neither organization answered to the other.
Otherwise.
This serum a prize of monumental
value to Black Sun, especially for
advancing their Obsidian
Augments would never have ended
up on the auction block.
And they certainly wouldn't have forced their own agent into a public bidding war
against rival factions.
What an unexpected, yet incredibly useful piece of intelligence.