Loser's redo: Transmigration in a novel

Watching the actions of Seveleen and others through the clone, Zick felt no surprise by their attitude.

It was he, who was manipulating their thought process, making them not doubt his action in the slightest. Still, he could not fully control their minds, doing so would damage their soul in more than one way.

All Zick could do was distort their direction of thought, he could not erase the hostility directly. On the other hand, goodwill and gratitude would not change too.

'I guess monitoring them is a waste of time, I will just leave it to the puppets and my subordinate.' Zick changed the center of his attention to the stage before him.

Right now, Zick was in the auction house, sitting with a nonchalant look in the VIP room. Below him, a gracefully decorated stage and red seats could be seen positioned in rows.

The room Zick was in had very good facilitation, even a list as to what was going to be auctioned was provided.

The auction that Zick was attending was called the monthly auction, nevertheless, the things showcased in it were still many times better than any normal item present in the central trading port.

A beginner dragon god could not even dream of attending such an auction. Zick, on the other hand, entered freely using the new identity card he obtained.

The fifth supreme elder was truly generous, the identity card turned out not to be simple. Zick was directly promoted to the position of a true disciple.

The process of accepting disciples was very complex, unlike how it appeared. Only a handful of talented people could be accepted as real disciples, who would directly receive the teaching of a supreme being.

The dragon gods who were not worthy enough were sent to lower-rank gods, which was a kind of humiliation in itself. A dragon's pride would no doubt be hurt by such a series of events.

But in the end, they could not complain too. It was clear that they were the ones who were lacking in talent.

'....To think that a day would come when I was turned into a puppet to be used by others.' Zick laughed at himself cohesively.

There was not any way left for Zick currently, he was so easily cornered, that it was almost laughable.

Ting~

Zick was brought out of his deep contemplation, by the ring of the bell, which marked the beginning of the auction.

A beutiful woman walked onto the stage, captivating many people at once. Along with her, a middle-aged dragonman could be seen appearing beside her.

"We will now be starting the monthly auction!"

The announcement brought everyone's attention on the stage, many waited excitedly for the items to be presented.

'What....?' At that moment, Suddenly Zick received feedback from his clone.

A horde of monsters made its way to the dream world.

Finding this horde of monsters to only have a handful of God-rank monsters, Zick relaxed. Yuriel was present there and other safety measures were also made to guard against monsters. There was nothing to worry about.

Giving out some instructions, Zick concentrated on the stage below him.

The first item was presented within a cage, it was an elf, having pure blood of royalty. This kind of elf was rare, and not many were willing to sell them. They could bring immense benefit to a world tree after all.

'I don't need her I guess.' Zick was not enticed by the first product. He had long created an elf kingdom in the dream world, and there was a high chance a royal elf would be born there anyway.

The gods in the lower seat bid at the royal elf energetically. In the end, some random god was able to own it with a little difficulty.

"The next item is a god-rank artifact, which you would not find anywhere in the universe! The impure world tree staff!"

A black staff with intimidating miasma was presented on the stage. At once, even the gods from the VIP room were attracted to it.

'Impure world tree? A world must have been destroyed to make that then.' Zick had some knowledge of this subject too. As his regenerative power was related to it in a way too.

After going over it for a second, Zick decided against bidding for the staff. If the staff was made from the impure world tree, he would have to face off against some crazy will again, who would try to take over them too.

To clear up that resentful will Zick would need a mid-grade world core. Which was not worth it at all.

This staff was a god rank item, so of course the resentment in it would be extraordinary too.

"Half a world core!"

"Half a world core and a sun core."

"A world core!"

The gods who were not aware of the drawback of the staff, bid enthusiastically, fighting against each other fiercely.

Like this, items and slaves were presented one after the other.

....

In the dream world.

After receiving the instruction from Zick, Yuriel did not hesitate and headed off to face the monsters.

Teleporting the world away would be a last resort, doing so would consume a full low-grade world core after all.

Even Yuriel, who was in the god rank, could not teleport a whole world to a large distance. Moving it nearby would be a waste of time, as the monsters would sense it anyway.

While Yutiel took care of the god-rank monsters, Zick's clone fought the other remnant forces. Demi-god-level strength was truly lacking when it came to fights like this.

Not aware that the monster raid was caused artificially, Yuriel fought against it with imposing might. No attack hit her, as she teleported almost immediately when an undodgeable attack headed toward her.

Still fighting against three monsters at once made it hard to finish it quickly. The monster that attacked the dream world was a species called the flying steel drill, which had a slim body of a fish and a sharp drill on its head.

'I should be able to kill them within 12 minutes.' Yuriel deduced with her monstrous simulation ability.

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