[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world":3,"chapter-evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-chapter-398":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},41072,69,"Chapter 398 Another Surprise?","evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-chapter-398",398,"\u003Cp>The numbers climbed with sharp efficiency. The bidders weren’t wasting time or posturing. They wanted her, and they had the money to back it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael’s hand hovered near the signaling gem embedded in the armrest of his chair. One tap would raise his bid by the minimum. A second would double it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched the elf’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arianne noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re thinking about it,\" she said quietly, almost amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bidding had reached 5,900.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, for the first time, a pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence stretched like drawn wire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The auctioneer lifted his hand slightly. \"Do I hear six thousand?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael tapped the gem. Just once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bidding crystal embedded in the balcony wall lit up faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Six thousand,\" the auctioneer announced, a flicker of intrigue in his voice. \"From Room Eleven.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every eye turned toward their balcony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael leaned back in his chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arianne gave him a sideways glance, her smile returning. \"Well then,\" she said, \"you’re in it now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hall buzzed with tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Michael’s bid rang out from Room Eleven, the price reached a psychological threshold. Most casual bidders dropped out immediately—either out of budget or sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Six thousand one hundred,\" came the voice of a man from Room Four. Confident. Arrogant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael’s finger hovered again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Six thousand two,\" he tapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Six-three.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Six-four.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle was no longer fast—but it was persistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arianne sipped her wine calmly, but her eyes followed the numbers with interest. Then, just as Michael raised the bid to 6,800, the hall shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gruff voice cut through the air with deliberate volume.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Room Eleven,\" the man from Room Four spoke again, \"surely this noble one can give this face and let it end here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael’s eyes narrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arianne stopped mid-sip. Her gaze flicked sideways. \"Did he just...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if to confirm his audacity, the man added smoothly, \"I am Vane Callidor, third son of Marquis Callidor. I assume even Room Eleven wouldn’t wish to offend a major house over one slave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few nobles murmured from the audience below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a subtle threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael remained silent. But before he could respond—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arianne stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was crisp. Clear. And carried weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Marquis Callidor’s son... are you threatening the Evermoon household?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael turned to her—briefly surprised by how fast she’d acted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below, the auctioneer went still. The attendants held their positions. Even the girl in the cage finally blinked once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence that followed was deafening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Room Four went quiet for a full beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the voice returned—but more restrained now. \"...My Lady, I meant no offense. I did not realize the Evermoon household had such direct interest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was trying to backtrack, but the tone had changed—neither fully apologetic nor defiant. A coward’s middle ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arianne’s expression remained neutral, but Michael could sense the heat behind her calm voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arianne was angry because someone had tried to use status to pressure the person sitting beside her—and in front of him, no less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sat down again, but this time without her usual grace. \"That man’s face is too thin for such a thick ego.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael didn’t reply. His eyes returned to the bidding crystal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Six thousand nine hundred,\" he tapped again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tension snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Room Four didn’t bid again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence stretched for ten heartbeats... then the auctioneer raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No further bids? Going once...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Going twice...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sold! To Room Eleven.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A final chime echoed through the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael leaned back in his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t just bought a powerful asset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael leaned slightly toward Arianne. \"What now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t hesitate. \"Now? You wait. Someone will bring her to here. Probably one of the auction staff.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arianne set her wine down and folded her hands across her lap, tilting her head toward him with a casual smile. \"You’ll need to sign the ownership contract once she arrives. They’ll also confirm the transfer of funds and imprint the slave seal—unless you request a delay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael raised a brow. \"Delay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arianne nodded. \"Some buyers prefer to hold off until they have better containment or transport arranged. In your case...\" she gave him a once-over, eyes twinkling faintly, \"I doubt that’s necessary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t rise to the tease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down below, the auction resumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The auctioneer cleared his throat, his voice steady but subtly charged with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And now, for our eighth item of the evening... something extraordinary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights dimmed slightly. The attendants wheeled out a new pedestal, this time carrying a heavy black iron box covered in intricate, rune-like engravings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael tilted his head, brow furrowing slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the latch was undone—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of invisible pressure erupted from the box like a thunderclap. Michael’s eyes widened faintly as a pulse of crimson aura flooded the hall. The walls shook ever so subtly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arianne’s face paled and she instinctively sat straighter beside him, her glass still in hand but unmoving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasps echoed throughout the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The auctioneer didn’t lose composure, though even his voice was a notch tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Contained within this sealed relic is the blood essence of a Peak Grand-Tier Poison Wyvern.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This essence was extracted from a slain wyvern in the Ashen Wastes nearly six years ago by one of our top warrior groups. It has been refined and sealed to preserve its purity. Suitable for high-grade pill crafting, advanced alchemy, and—most notably—for bloodline infusion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murmurs rippled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Particularly favored by those walking the path of Bloodline Knights or attempting to awaken draconic affinities,\" the auctioneer added. \"This essence has been appraised by three guild-verified alchemists and confirmed to still retain seventy percent of its original potency.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was what it meant to the others in the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Michael, it was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinarily, he might not have cared much about a drop of monster blood—no matter how rare or potent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the situation had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t just any material.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a perfect fit for his undead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More specifically—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isn’t this... really, really suited for Lucky?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1008,"2026-05-28T17:47:38.197Z","2026-06-01T04:28:28.562Z",1,"novelbin.me","e7581645bdf5a415be94ea74f3d42499c757ef788b387d2b79f2c41458883c0b","evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-chapter-399","evolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-chapter-397",970,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevolving-my-undead-legion-in-a-game-like-world-cover.jpg"]