Who wants to become a god? Aren't you all forcing me?

#396 - Chapter 395 is broken???

Inside room number 4, the Takahashi and Ito conglomerates were gathered, making the already cramped space even more crowded.

The reason the two families were squeezed into one room wasn't because of some great relationship, but because they had jointly bid on the Finishing Touch Brush.

"The Ito conglomerate already has one section of the Finishing Touch Brush. This section should be kept by our Takahashi conglomerate," the black-robed man said coldly.

The white-haired old man sitting directly across from him took a sip of tea and said faintly:

"That's natural. Claiming both sections of the Finishing Touch Brush would be like inviting disaster. One section is enough for the Ito conglomerate, but..."

The white-haired old man paused, slowly raising his head: "We can't do a losing business."

Takahashi芽生 tentatively asked, "What do you want? A Mystic Weapon, or something else?"

The white-haired old man's eyebrows curved slightly: "The God-Chosen whose allegiance is yet to be determined, you should stop competing with us for them!"

Upon hearing this, several people on the Takahashi conglomerate's side frowned, their faces showing undisguised displeasure.

Noticing this, the white-haired old man explained, "Of course, I'm not saying you should never compete. Just don't compete for twenty years. After twenty years, we'll rely on our own abilities. How about it?"

Takahashi海生 shook his head: "Twenty years is too long. Five years!"

"Five years is a bit too short. How about fifteen years?"

"Too long. Let's each take a step back. How about ten years?"

"Okay, deal!"

The white-haired old man agreed, extending his hand.

Seeing this, Takahashi海生 didn't put on airs, leaning forward slightly and reaching out to shake it.

"What are you talking about? Why are you shaking hands?"

An untimely voice rang out in the room.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound, only to see the Northern Underworld Emperor, dressed in plain cloth, appearing in the room at some unknown time.

In an instant, the people sitting on the sofa sprang up as if ejected, retreating in the opposite direction of the Northern Underworld Emperor.

The black-robed man, the strongest among them, reacted the fastest. Before the others could even stand up completely, he had already flashed behind everyone, adopting a posture as if facing a formidable enemy, watching the Northern Underworld Emperor vigilantly.

This caused Takahashi海生, who was good at internal吐槽, to be speechless.

The Northern Underworld Emperor spread out his hands, asking innocently, "Why are you so afraid of me? Do I look so狰狞 可怖?"

No one responded, but the silence spoke volumes.

Squeezed into the crowd, Takahashi芽生 asked with a stiff face, "North... Emperor, what are you doing here?"

"I personally deliver the压轴 items. I've already delivered Li Chenqiu and A4 paper. Only the Finishing Touch Brush is left."

After speaking, the Northern Underworld Emperor raised his palm, and in the expectant gazes of the crowd, conjured the brush handle of the Finishing Touch Brush out of thin air, bending down to place it on the table.

Takahashi海生 tentatively asked, "Is it really for us?"

A hint of coldness flashed between the Northern Underworld Emperor's eyebrows: "Are you questioning my character?"

Takahashi海生's face turned pale, and he denied vehemently, "Absolutely not! I was just asking subconsciously."

The Northern Underworld Emperor didn't pursue the matter, walking to the sofa and sitting down: "Put this thing away. It's time to talk about the God-Chosen matter."

"芽生, what are you doing standing there? Hurry up and put it away!" The black-robed man standing at the back urged.

"Okay."

Takahashi芽生 responded, squeezing out of the crowd, carefully picking up the brush handle on the table. Recalling the experience with the fake key last time, she instinctively snapped it.

啪!

A crisp snapping sound rang out in the room.

The Finishing Touch Brush... broke.

In an instant, the room fell silent, and the expressions on everyone's faces varied as their gazes focused on Takahashi芽生's hands.

"This..." Takahashi芽生 looked at the Finishing Touch Brush, broken into two pieces, and looked up with an innocent expression, her dazed appearance like a newborn baby.

Sitting on the sofa, the Northern Underworld Emperor's expression changed, and he said in surprise, "How did you break the Finishing Touch Brush?"

Holding the two sections of the brush handle, Takahashi芽生 looked at the Northern Underworld Emperor with a bewildered expression: "Can I break a Spirit-Mystic Weapon?"

"How would I know if you can or not?" The Northern Underworld Emperor's expression was calm, and there was no trace of embarrassment or panic in his eyes, clearly his face had been trained to be impervious to blades and spears.

Takahashi芽生 suppressed the anger in her heart and said in a relatively calm tone, "Emperor, aren't you going too far by doing this? This is clearly a fake Finishing Touch Brush!"

Takahashi海生, standing aside, said with a grim expression, "The Underworld has always treated people with sincerity. It is because of this that we came to participate in this auction without any hesitation. Is what you're doing... really appropriate?"

The Northern Underworld Emperor crossed his legs, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes: "Are you accusing me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Takahashi芽生, standing at the front, was instantly drenched in cold sweat, and an indescribable fear filled her chest, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

She wanted to retreat, but her back was firmly pressed by an unknown kind person, and she could only be forced to stand at the front.

The Northern Underworld Emperor looked at everyone and said, "Listen carefully, first of all, the thing broke in your hands, so this has nothing to do with the Underworld. You can only blame yourselves. Any questions?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

The Northern Underworld Emperor smiled with satisfaction and continued, "Secondly, when Yama auctioned off this brush handle, did he say it was the Finishing Touch Brush?

The Finishing Touch Brush was something you all imagined yourselves. When the auctioned item is in your hands and it's not what you expected, you say I'm being fraudulent. Is that appropriate?"

Everyone shook their heads again in unison.

Although going against their true feelings was difficult, they still managed to do it.

The Northern Underworld Emperor gestured: "Since there are no objections, then quickly talk about the God-Chosen matter. My time is precious, and I don't want to waste too much of it on you."

At the same time, inside room number 1, where the Zhou family was located.

"You should also be clear about the importance of the God Seal Scroll. Be sure to keep it safe!"

Zhou Hong, with a resolute face and slightly dark skin, solemnly handed the A4 paper to a woman.

The woman held the A4 paper with both hands and said firmly, "Don't worry, I will definitely protect the God Seal Scroll!"

"Good!"

Zhou Hong patted the woman's shoulder forcefully, then looked around, his sharp gaze sweeping across everyone's faces, and said powerfully:

"After leaving this place, work together with the Li family. Be sure to bring that section of the Finishing Touch Brush back to the Northern Federation. Understood?"

"Understood!"

Everyone shouted in unison, their fighting spirit high, like a sword about to be unsheathed, making people dare not look directly at them.

But what they didn't know was that after leaving this space, what awaited them was not the bright stars, and the location was no longer Grin Island on the map.

"This auction is officially over. Please leave this space in an orderly manner. Welcome to visit next time!"

Yama's voice echoed under the leisurely blue sky, and the space crack in the distance further expanded.