I Only Tame Dragons

In Eternia, what passed for Silver-tier equipment was barely comparable to the Iron-grade gear from Drakhan.

This revelation hit Horizon like a bolt of lightning—the craftsmanship of Drakhan was leagues beyond anything Eternia could offer.

Drakhan gear wasn't just superior; it was a tier ahead, a different league altogether. If Iron-tier Drakhan equipment outclassed Eternia's Silver, then Drakhan's Golden equipment was already touching the heights of Mythical-tier artifacts here in Eternia.

In his mind, Drakhan wasn't just a world—it was a realm of legends, where even the most basic gear rivaled the prized relics of Eternia.

But what did surprise Horizon was how quickly the bidding escalated. Within minutes, the price had already surged to 5 Aurums, with players and representatives from guilds clamoring to outbid one another.

5 Aurums?! For that [Luminous Staff]?

Horizon raised an eyebrow. Either these bidders had no clue about the item, or they were simply driven by the name of the staff alone—Tier-1 Gold Weapon.

But the thought of so many players going all-in for something so underwhelming almost made him chuckle.

"Guess the weapons here are less impressive than what we had in Drakhan," Nyx's voice echoed in Horizon's mind, her amusement clear. "If that staff is already fetching 5 Aurums, imagine what the [Dragonkin Blade] will go for. It's a Tier-5 Silver weapon, but in this world, that would easily rank as a Tier-5 Gold weapon. It'll pull at least 10 Aurums, right?"

Horizon's excitement surged. "I hope you're right. I need at least 6 Aurums to rent the Forging Studio for two months."

He had paid 7 Bullions to rent the forge for just one week—that was 70,000 gil. If the exchange rate held the same, he'd need 6 Aurums, or 600 Bullions—roughly 600,000 gil to rent the place for two months.

It was a steep cost, but if he could sell the [Dragonkin Blade] for what it was truly worth, he'd be set with a few Aurums to spare.

Horizon leaned back into his chair, watching as the bids continued to rise. The auction was still young, and Horizon wasn't here for scraps. He was waiting for something far more valuable to appear. Something that could turn the tides in ways these other players couldn't even imagine.

The auction rolled on, and finally, Horizon's crafted gear began to hit the stage. Master Bartholomew had mentioned the [Dragonkin Blade] would be saved for last, so his other creations went up first.

The [Vorpal Blades], Tier-5 to 7 Iron weapon in Drakhan's ranks but considered high-tier Silver here, sold for 2 Aurums each. There were 2 of them so 4 Aurums.

Next, the [Titan's Grasp Gauntlets] fetched 5 Bullions.

The [Aetheric Breastplate], a Tier-9 Iron armor, equivalent to high-tier Silver Eternian armor, pulled in 1 Aurum.

And the [Shadowstep Boots] went for 2 Bullions.

Not bad, Horizon mused. Altogether, he had earned 5 Aurums and 7 Bullions—equivalent to 570,000 gil. A solid haul, but the real prize was yet to come.

Horizon watched the auction with idle interest until something unexpected caught his eye—[Construct Plating].

This wasn't just any material. It wasn't something you could casually mine or forage. No, these plates were forged from the very remnants of stars and meteorites that crashed into the world—extremely rare and nearly impossible to replicate.

His mind immediately flipped through Nyx's recipes, zeroing in on one item he could craft with it—a life-saving artifact that could turn the tide of any battle in their favor.

"I need that," Horizon muttered, determination gleaming in his eyes.

Nyx raised an eyebrow at the projector, her lips curling slightly. "A galactic material? Impressive. Even in Drakhan, that's a rare find."

Horizon didn't hesitate—his hand shot to the red button on the armrest, casting his bid.

"No. 0X4X4, 50 Bullions!"

He was all in, starting the price at 50 Bullions, equivalent to 50,000 gil. For a material, not an equipment or an item, it was a high bid. But [Construct Plating] wasn't just any material—it was extraordinary, and Horizon knew its worth.

As expected, there wasn't much competition at first. A smile tugged at Horizon's lips, thinking he had the item in the bag. But then, the sharp sound of another buzzer cut through the room.

"60 Bullions!" came the bid, throwing Horizon off guard.

His eyes narrowed as he pressed the buzzer again. "70 Bullions!" he declared without hesitation.

But his opponent wasn't backing down.

"80 Bullions!" rang out from across the hall.

Horizon's jaw tightened, his mind racing. "Who the hell is that?" he muttered under his breath.

Was it someone just trying to inflate the price? No, it couldn't be that simple. The other bidder had to be another forger—someone who knew the true value of the material. Otherwise, why would they push the price this high?

Patience thinning, Horizon made his move. He slammed the buzzer, voice booming over the auction floor.

"1 Aurum!"

Gasps erupted from the crowd below. Murmurs of disbelief spread like wildfire, and heads turned to exchange shocked glances. One Aurum for a mere material? It was the highest price anyone had bid on raw material during the entire auction.

"Is this guy insane?"

"Who spends an Aurum on just a material?"

"Does he even know it's not a finished weapon? What a waste of money."

"That's already the fortune of a small guild."

"He's gotta be a forger, right? No one else would pay that high."

Horizon ignored the buzzing chatter below. He wasn't here to explain himself to the crowd. Let them talk. His focus was solely on the material and the other bidder. His heart raced as he waited for them to retaliate, ready to raise the stakes further if needed.

He wasn't someone to toy with, especially when it came to rare materials. He had 5 Aurums on hand, but with his Crystal Card privilege, he could take out a loan from the Auction House for up to 10 Aurums instantly.

The idea of going into debt made his skin crawl, but for something this valuable, he was willing to take the risk.

Moments stretched on in tense silence. The auctioneer glanced between Horizon and the other bidder, the hammer raised, waiting for any further bids. Horizon braced himself, half-expecting another counter.

But none came.

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With a satisfied sigh, Horizon leaned back into his chair just as the auctioneer slammed the gavel down and shouted, "Sold! For 1 Aurum!"

A wave of whispers and disbelief washed over the crowd, but Horizon didn't care. He had won. That [Construct Plating] was his, and with it, the power to forge a life-saving item was in the bag.