Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Yes, you can enjoy free appraisal services by purchasing a membership card."

The projector replied.

"how much is it?"

"one million."

"Tsk, as expected, no merchant is honest."

Liu Zheng said through gritted teeth.

I thought I'd won two windfalls and wouldn't be short of money until the dungeon ended, but it turns out I still don't have enough.

"If Mr. Liu doesn't have enough money, I can lend you some."

The projected figure spoke up.

"No need, no need, I am quite wealthy."

He had just finished accepting someone's commission, and now he wanted them to chip in for a membership card? He wasn't that shameless.

Liu Zheng reluctantly gave one million to the projector, who then put the one million into a box.

The banknotes disappeared, but a pure gold card appeared in the box.

"Well, at least he has some conscience."

He picked up the membership card, weighed it in his hand, and said with satisfaction.

The membership card has no other markings, only a pattern of four penguins posing together and a serial number.

Three penguins, arranged by height (tall, medium, short) and body type (thin, medium, fat), stood in front, posing as if taking off, smiling brightly.

The penguin host stood behind, cradling his flippers, and grinned wickedly.

"Would you like to introduce yourself to me?"

Liu Zheng became interested.

"Okay. The one on stage is our big boss, the leader of the Penguin team, called Captain. The tall, thin one is the second boss, the brains and technical expert of the Penguin team, called Kavas. The one of medium build is the third boss, the strength and explosives expert of the Penguin team, called Ding. Excuse me, his name is Rick. The last one is the fourth boss, the cute one of the Penguin team, called Rookie."

The projector introduced them one by one.

"The demolition expert, huh? Then I think I'll get along well with you three bosses."

He raised an eyebrow and said.

"Uh, I suggest you don't, Mr. Liu."

"That's what the projector said."

"why?"

“Boss Rick’s mental state is very unstable; he’s been committed to a mental hospital several times. I’m worried he’ll eat you the moment you meet him.”

"That's what the projector said."

"The illness is recurring, sometimes better and sometimes worse?"

"No, it's always been bad. It was always rescued by the other three penguin owners."

"That's what the projector said."

"6."

"Please wait a moment, the test results are in."

The projected figure paused for a moment, then began to speak.

“Miniature Arkenstones can be used as a perpetual source of light when held, and can also provide a certain degree of amplification when using light magic. When necessary, the power inside the gem can be extracted to replenish magic power.”

"At the same time, it can also be used as material to create other extraordinary items. If it is crafted by dwarven artisans, it can also gain additional effects."

"Furthermore, for inorganic life forms, the Arkenstone is a great tonic, which can enhance their origin and even directly evolve them."

"Inorganic matter? Does petroleum count?"

Liu Zheng had a flash of inspiration.

"It should be counted."

The projector replied.

"That's it~"

His mind raced.

Yorozuya said that the Stone Spirits are talented at finding mountain cores and are also native residents of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

With their help, completing the Yorozuya's requests will be much easier.

What if I'm willing to accept the bidding?

Liu Zheng asked.

"You can agree now, or you can wait a little longer. I personally suggest you wait a bit longer."

"That's what the projector said."

"Okay, then let's wait a little longer."

He respected the opinions of professionals, but at the same time, he couldn't help but have some expectations.

He's already got an item he's interested in at the auction so quickly; there must be even better ones coming up later, right?

Under Liu Zheng's expectant gaze, a collector participated in the auction.

"I'll offer one of my tails!"

A tiger covered in green, orange, and brown stripes held up a sign.

Wow, that's ruthless?

He couldn't help but look at the tiger's tail, only to find that its rear end was blocked by the chair.

"This is a gecko. Its tail can regrow, just like a black goat's calf."

"That's what the projector said."

"Although I haven't read many books, I still have some knowledge of biology."

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

"Aren't geckos reptiles with pointed heads and puffy eyes?"

"Yes."

The person projecting the image nodded.

"Then why do you call it a gecko? Is its name gecko?"

"Mr. Gecko's father was a gecko, and his mother was a white tiger."

Geckos often inhabit the corners of walls and eaves of human dwellings, preying on mosquitoes and other insects. Ancient people believed that their behavior was similar to "guarding palaces," hence the name "gecko guarding palaces."

"Goodness, a small air pump is inflating a big tire."

Liu Zheng felt a deep respect for the gecko's father.

"It is precisely because it is of mixed race that it is difficult for it to have offspring."

"I know, it's just like a mule."

He nodded.

Mules are offspring of donkeys and horses. Due to an abnormal number of chromosomes, they cannot undergo normal meiosis, resulting in reproductive isolation.

Of course, high infertility is not complete infertility. Male mules are definitely unable to reproduce, but there are occasional cases of female mules and male horses mating and conceiving. However, the offspring are often defective.

So, is it male or female?

Liu Zheng asked.

"It should be male, right?"

The person projecting the image wasn't entirely sure either.

It would be too easy for anyone who could attend this auction to change or conceal their gender.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter whether it's male or female."

Regardless of whether the mermaid's first tears are effective for the gecko, it has already made the bid.

"Please help me with the identification."

Liu Zheng said.

"Okay. A gecko's tail, once implanted in the body, can absorb one fatal injury and, for a short period of time, increase the recipient's running speed to a level not exceeding that of the gecko itself."

The projector quickly provided the assessment results.

How fast can a gecko run?

he asked.

"In the last Metropolitan Animal Track and Field Games, Mr. Gecko swept a third of the gold medals."

The projector provided a reference answer.

"That's awesome."

The Metropolitan Area is full of hidden talents, and to achieve this level of success even in a track and field competition with qualifiers, the gecko's speed is truly remarkable.

"What should I do? I really want this one too."

Liu Zheng was caught in a dilemma.

The ability to absorb fatal damage goes without saying; you can never have too many life-saving items.

That effect of temporarily increasing running speed is also quite good; it might even allow him to win another gold championship medal from Captain Dragonfly.

"Heh heh, feeling the allure of the auction, huh?"

The plane tree seemed to understand his thoughts.

"Feel."

Liu Zheng nodded vigorously.

It truly lived up to its reputation as a grand gathering for collectors; every item that was casually displayed captivated him.

"I'll provide a letter of recommendation."

A middle-aged man wearing glasses and dressed like a scholar held up a sign.

"You can choose any university; as long as you get an interview, you're guaranteed admission."

he continued.

"Hey, this doesn't count as a supernatural item, does it?"

"I can't believe it," the gecko questioned.

"The auction house doesn't stipulate that only extraordinary items can be bid on."

The scholar said dismissively.

"If that's how it is, then I'll just bring out a whole box of gems to bid on; that's enough to buy a dozen or so letters of recommendation from you."

The dwarf sneered.

In terms of financial resources, these people who spend their lives digging tunnels in the mountains are truly second to none.

"Heh, a vulgar dwarf like you has no idea of ​​the value of my letter of recommendation."

The scholar said dismissively.

"I think you have no idea how hard my hammer is!"

The dwarf was so angry that his beard bristled, and he reached for his waist, only to find nothing.

"Guess why I allowed you to bring weapons into the auction. Rick, spit this guy's hammer out."

"Captain Penguin said."

A penguin with a V-shaped head and eyes even wiser than a husky jumped onto the table and spat out a short-handled hammer covered in saliva.

"hiss!"