"…Is that… a Grade Four Planet-displacent Tool?" Robin muttered in disbelief, his voice nearly cracking from the sheer shock. "Description: An artifact capable of relocating an entire planet to any random or specific location within the sa sector. Enters a dormant state for six months following each usage."
His heart skipped a beat. His pupils dilated. This was no ordinary item—it was the treasure he had been dreaming of, yearning for, and planning around for decades. "It's… it's real? It actually exists? And it's for sale?! Impossible! Since when?!"
His fingers danced across the control panel like a man possessed, rushing into the auction listing with the urgency of soone discovering a lost heirloom. Data loaded instantly. "It was posted… 130 years ago?!"
BAAM!
The sharp crack of his hand striking the armrest echoed throughout the platform.
"What the hell is Rinara doing?!" he roared, eyes blazing with a mix of betrayal and confusion. "How could she keep this from ? This isn't a trivial detail—this changes everything!"
A century ago, he had ascended to the imperial throne. It had been a monuntal mont, one that solidified his rule over the empire and began a new era of celestial dominance. In those early days, he'd forged a personal pact with Rinara—entrusting her, his closest spiritual advisor and resource overseer, with a single mission: Find a Tier Three Planet-displacent Tool. That was his request, loud and clear.
And yet… this listing predated even that mont. It had been available thirty years before he even took the throne. And she'd said nothing?
Even if, by so wild twist of fate, she had missed it then, how could she have failed to notice it for the next entire century? Just two days ago, he'd asked her again, and her reply had been a clueless, dismissive: "There's nothing available right now."
the fairy interrupted gently, her voice light yet respectful.
"Hmm?" Robin pulled his mind back from the storm of frustration and allowed himself to glance back at the floating control panel. With a breath held in his lungs, he read further.
His eyes locked on a line that made him freeze. "…One hundred and seventy years remaining until the auction begins?"
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