Chapter 127: The God's Slumber & Empty Throne

Suddenly hearing that someone dared to bid against him, Saint Rosward couldn't help but be momentarily stunned, as if he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing.

The next moment, Saint Rosward stood up abruptly, his gaze locking onto the source of the voice—Adrian. His eyes, once filled with arrogance, now bore a mixture of surprise and irritation.

"Who are you? How dare you bid?" Saint Rosward's voice dripped with disdain.

The entire audience held its collective breath, the atmosphere in the Sophia auction house growing taut.

Adrian, seemingly unfazed, rose calmly from his seat and responded, "This is an auction house. Is there any rule that prohibits guests from bidding?"

He actually answered!

He actually directly responded to the dissatisfaction of the Celestial Dragon!

Offending a Celestial Dragon was akin to signing one's own death warrant, yet here Adrian stood, defying convention.

From all corners of the room, faint groans and gasps of disbelief echoed.

The little man on the stage trembled, his face drained of color. But he clung to his resolve, refusing to collapse, lest he meet the same fate as his predecessor.

After hearing Adrian's words, Saint Rosward was stunned.

At first, he actually felt that the other party's words were quite reasonable.

But in the next second, Saint Rosward realized the problem.

How dare anyone say such things!

How dare anyone say such things in front of Celestial Dragons!

How audacious!

A surge of anger instantly surged into his heart, making Saint Rosward's ugly face completely distorted. He angrily reached for the golden pistol on the small table and pointed it directly at Adrian.

The violently shaking gun barrel prompted many to cower and seek cover.

"Damn it!" Saint Rosward's voice trembled with rage, his words stumbling.

"How dare you speak to me like that! I'll kill you!"

Click, click

Saint Rosward fired his gun directly, but only a few empty sounds were heard. The bullets in the golden gun had been completely emptied when he killed the unknown fat auctioneer just now.

The gun remained silent.

As Saint Rosward's fury peaked, he swung the golden weapon, smashing it heavily into the attendants and guards nearby.

"You damn fools! Why don't you hurry!? Kill this man for me! I'll feed his corpse to the slaves!"

Obeying their master's command, the attendants and guards surged forward. Some drew swords, others brandished guns, all closing in on Adrian.

"Damned peasant! Beg for Saint Rosward's forgiveness!"

Mini Ghost: Withering Heart Attack!

Before they could even reach Adrian, swift as lightning, a series of white ghosts directly rushed towards them, penetrating their chests instantly and then exploding.

But before they could reach Adrian, a swift onslaught unfolded. White ghosts, like lightning, pierced their chests and detonated within. Explosive pain radiated from their hearts, and exotic blood blossoms erupted, revealing fragmented thoracic cavities.

The Celestial Dragon's guards, far from weak, fell in an instant—a testament to Adrian's prowess.

Witnessing this earth-shattering scene, the onlookers were extremely shocked. They had never expected that someone would dare to attack the Celestial Dragon's guards. Wasn't this tantamount to going against the Celestial Dragons?

Among the murmurs of the crowd, some recognized him: "Three hundred and eighty-one million Berries…," "He's that pirate…," "Against many marine ships" "The White Ghost…"

"You... you damn commoner! How dare you…"

Saint Rosward, finally recovering from his initial shock, glared at Adrian. His anger boiled over, and he spat out his threat: "Lowly scum! Just wait! The admirals are coming soon! I will kill you!"

Undeterred, Adrian grabbed a long sword from the ground, holding the black scabbard upside down, then advanced toward Saint Rosward.

"Unfortunately, the admirals' arrival is part of my plan."

"Get away from me, you—"

Slap!

The black scabbard arced through the air, striking Saint Rosward's head. It pierced his bubble helmet and landed squarely on his cheek.

Yellow teeth and blood flew as Saint Rosward staggered. A bright red bruise swelled on his fat cheek.

Adrian swung the sheathed sword in reverse, sending Saint Rosward spinning like a top.

When the force dissipated, the noble Celestial Dragon lay sprawled on the ground, cheeks swollen, unconscious.

"If you don't know how to talk, then just shut up!"

At this moment, a panel message suddenly popped up.

[You have offended the Celestial Dragon's dignity, and the World Government's relation towards you has decreased. Your current relationship is: Hatred!]

[System prompt: You have triggered an SS-rank faction quest: 'The God's Slumber'!]

[Quest introduction: The so-called gods are simply humans who are good at disguise!]

[Quest prompt: This quest is a long-term quest, and the quest reward depends on the extent of your damage to the Celestial Dragon population. Current progress: 0%]

[Note: The progress is not fixed. If the Celestial Dragon population grows, the progress will also decrease, and vice versa. The quest can be terminated at any time. If you choose to complete the quest when the progress is less than 20%, it will be considered a failure. The quest reward depends on the final progress!]

[Quest Requirements: Kill or torment the Celestial Dragons]

[Quest Rewards: Unknown]

The panel message had not yet finished.

System Notification: You have triggered SSS-rank faction quest: Empty Throne!

Quest Overview: No one has ever been in the sky from the beginning, whether it is you, me, or even God. However, this unbearable vacancy of the empty throne is finally about to come to an end!

Quest Prompt: Origin City!

Quest Requirements: Unknown

Quest Rewards: Unknown

"It seems that this is the final mainline mission of the Pirate faction."

Adrian accepted the mission, silently criticizing in his mind.

"Just didn't expect that the Pirate faction's ultimate mainline would be not against the Marines but against the World Government..."

"This move, justice is at play here!"