A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
As Varian walked out of the Inn, a thin guy with a hood walked in. "I need a room."
Almost instinctively, Varian threw a scan at him.
[Famine. Rank 1.]
The result made him almost curse.
What the fuck was a rank 1 celestial doing here of all places? And the same fucking Inn!
And this guy looked very young. Even if it's a disguise, Varian could feel his life energy. He's somewhere equivalent to a human in his 20s.
'Never mind. He's not here for me. I will leave Ubiq after the auction anyway.'
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"Three hundred thousand uni."
"Four hundred thousand."
"A million."
The auction elicited great responses from the patrons. Unicorn Auction House returned to the limelight once again.
The Duke of Centaurus was a rank 5 powerhouse. Below him were the Prime Minister and Grand Admiral—two rank 4 powerhouses.