The teleportation was instantaneous, hearing all of the Chaos and disorder that ensued after the teleportation, one would assume there wasn't any teleportation side effects. Meanwhile I was trying very hard not to throw up and trying my best to recover from the dizziness I was feeling. After pulling myself together, I looked all around me, we were in a huge magnificent building, the stage we were on was very spacious. Even with thousands of beings on it, it wasn't cramped at all. I was in the back with beings standing in front of me blocking my forward view, but even then, looking up, I could see the seemingly endless ascending chairs filled with different kinds of beings. And at the top, were what I assumed were the VIP rooms, surely filled with bigshots looking down upon all. It was always a dream for me to attend a huge scale auction house like this one, just the thrill of bidding and watching people bid, with the auctioneer hyping up the event, it's simply amazing. I never visited an auction house in my life, but now, here I'm in one, but not as a buyer, but as the merchandise..

Even with all the chaos happening, I still could see some of the people that were seated, I could see some frown because of the disorder, I could see some smirk, while others were laughing. it didn't take long before the other half of us were teleported, after which I heard an authoritative calm voice:

"Slaves, {Assemble}" It only took two words, then I could notice a light coming from my forehead and I could see a glowing number on the forehead of those around me, then it happened, order was restored. The already wide stage looked even emptier, even with the new group addition.

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Calm ensued, we were standing line to line like soldiers standing in an army parade, I was at the very back of the line, looking at the one on my right the number on his forehead was 7006, the one on the left number was 7004, surely my number should be 7005.

"Alright, as the auctioneer and the host of this auction, I would like to apologize to our esteemed guests for this unsightly incident" I heard the same authoritative voice, but this time with more timidness. Staying in the back I couldn't see anything, but a small light reflection in the far top right caught my attention. I was stunned looking at some kind of a screen zooming into a man presumably the host giving a bow. Wow, I didn't truly expect that. When I looked around the first time I couldn't see the screen or any kind of image being transmitted, maybe because of the chaos it was stopped but it was working again now. I could see the host standing straight again then said:

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"Now, I will be honored to start the next and last round, with a new breaking record for the vast number of slaves being sold. I will be starting The SLAVE ROUND" A round of applause is what came after the host's announcement.

"Even with the unbelievable staggering number of 7010 slaves, the Fayez auction house still promises the quality and superiority of this never seen before collection!" The host continued. I could feel the excitement and enthusiasm in the host's voice, surely being the host of a record breaking event like this one is exhilarating.

"Since we are sure of the quality of this collection, a reserve price was set. The reserve price will be a mana core with one minimum Ascension with no requirement to soul trace. The minimum Ascension will be increased by one after every thousand slave sold. For example if a slave is numbered in the three thousands, then the minimum mana core Ascension is three, etc."

I could hear the crowd gasp, with some even questioning the host, but I couldn't clearly hear what was asked, but then the host answered:

"Of course my lords, it may sound nonsense selling a slave for a demigod seven Ascension core, but this was a reserve price deemed fair by the Fayez auction house, since those last 10 slaves, they are Heroes!" The host said with even more excitement.

Listening to the disbelief shouting of the crowd I deduced that this was a bombshell dropped by the host. Fuck, so I guess selling heroes aren't that common then. I could even hear some shouting "This is utterly impossible! Heroes being sold as slaves? Don't bullshit us!" I could hear the crowd shouting ramping up but then I could hear the host cough then say "Ex-Heroes I mean, Ex-Heroes" with this the shouting seemed to lessen after the host corrected his mistake and continued:

"But even if they are Ex-Heroes, Don't forget that they still have inherited five abilities! I don't have to remind you of how bizarre and how unimaginable those abilities could be! Even forgetting those five abilities, the common ability of Heroes being able to directly absorb cores and even cores with a soul trace without the cores first getting processed is truly broken! Even if they are Ex-Heroes, they still have their abilities and their common shared abilities! Even we, the Fayez auction house don't know what those inherited abilities of the sold Ex-Heroes are! The Fayez superiors deemed that knowing their abilities may even make them greedy to keep the slaves to themselves. And with this, my esteemed guests, the Fayez have broken another record for the number of Ex-Heroes being sold!" The host was speaking very excitedly that he even forgot to breath. The voices started to ramp up again after the host explanation.

Hearing the host praise and admire Ex-Heroes like this, maybe I just had an unfortunate start? Maybe luck will smile at me again? It always felt like I am damned, it felt like, even if I suicide then Revive, I will be spawning directly into a torture dungeon and suffer their for eternity.

Hearing all of the positive claims about Ex-Heroes, I should be feeling some kind of assurance, but why, why my heart is tightening like this? Why?