Dawn Walker-Chapter 127: Contract Market V

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{Concubine Contract, Twin Offering

Candidates: Twin Sisters, surviving heirs of a collapsed family line

Status: No remaining guardians, no remaining estate, no remaining protectors

Condition: Contract applicant must pay all outstanding debt before sealing

Debt total: Three million chaos stones

Additional clause: Debt repayment is non refundable once contract is sealed

Punishment clause: Breach triggers Contract Market investigation and judgement under Contract God authority.}

"Three million. It is not a number. It is a coffin." Sekhmet murmured to himself.

Auri’s voice was quiet beside Sekhmet. "Master," she said, "they are not selling themselves for luxury."

"No," Sekhmet replied. "They are being crushed."

The viewing clerk added softly, trying to sound neutral. "Only two left from their family. When the household fell, the creditors did not stop. They never stop. The market allowed this posting because it is clean. Debt gets paid. The contract gets sealed. Nobody can break it."

Sekhmet did not answer him immediately.

He activated Blood Eye.

His vision shifted, and the room became a field of truth that did not care about pride.

Information rose over the first twin.

[Name: Vera (Twin Candidate One)

Race: Human

Chaos Rank: 1

Overall Battle Power: 10,800

Talent Evaluation: Excellent

Hidden Compatibility: High]

His gaze slid to the second twin.

[Name: Vela (Twin Candidate Two)

Race: Human

Chaos Rank: 1

Overall Battle Power: 10,600

Talent Evaluation: Excellent

Hidden Compatibility: High]

Sekhmet’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Chaos Rank One at their age, in a place like this, meant they were not normal.

It meant they were either born strong, trained brutally, or both.

A faint shimmer of additional information flickered at the edge of his vision, not from the Blood Eye alone.

From the system.

A note.

It did not chime loudly. It did not announce itself like a celebration. It appeared with the cold efficiency of a ledger entry.

[System Note: High value targets detected.

Evaluation: Suitable candidates for Vampire Conversion.

Reason: Faint Blood God lineage trace confirmed.

Status: Extremely distant bloodline connection.

Recommendation: Prioritize if seeking long term growth potential.]

Sekhmet did not blink for a moment.

Blood God.

Auri watched his face carefully. She did not see the system note, but she saw the way his attention sharpened, the way his body became still in that dangerous calm.

"Master," Auri asked softly, "what do you see."

Sekhmet’s voice stayed controlled. "Talent," he replied. "And trouble."

The viewing clerk mistook the tone for interest and leaned into the sales pitch, voice lower, eager.

"Three million is a mountain," the clerk said, "but these two are not decorative. They are fighters. They will not die from training. They will not break easily. Many men come here wanting pretty things. Those men go bankrupt. These two can earn a fortune back if handled properly."

Auri’s eyes turned colder at the words handled properly.

Sekhmet ignored the clerk’s phrasing and kept watching the twins.

One of them lifted her gaze slightly and met the rune glass as if she could see through it. For a heartbeat, it felt like she was looking directly at Sekhmet, not at the wall.

Her expression did not beg.

It was judged.

Not him personally. The world. The system. The market. The fact that a number written in ink could decide whether she lived free or lived owned.

The second twin did not look up. She kept her eyes forward, jaw tight, holding herself together by discipline alone.

Sekhmet’s thoughts moved like a merchant, but colder.

Three million chaos stones.

If he paid it, he would not just buy two concubines. He would buy two debts. Two histories. Two chains made of paper and god authority. And he would also buy whatever enemies created that debt in the first place.

Because debts that large rarely happened by accident.

They happened when someone wanted a family erased.

Auri’s voice was quiet. "Master," she said, "this contract is heavy."

Sekhmet’s lips curved faintly, not amusement, not kindness. Calculation.

"Yes," he replied. "Heavy contracts attract heavy eyes."

The viewing clerk hesitated, then added as if revealing a secret bonus.

"They are posted together," he said. "Cannot be separated. If one contract is sealed, the other seals with it. Twin clause. Market standard for paired debt inheritance."

Sekhmet stared at the twins again.

Two excellent talents.

Two Chaos Rank One.

Two girls carrying a Blood God trace so faint it was almost a rumor in their veins.

And a debt so large it could swallow a merchant house whole.

Auri did not speak again, but her posture made it clear she was ready to cut someone if the room became a trap.

Sekhmet stepped back from the rune glass.

He did not make a decision yet.

He was not here to rush.

Rushing was how you got murdered in Null, sometimes literally, sometimes socially, sometimes by paper that carried a god’s name.

They moved away from the special viewing corridor and returned toward the main hall, the clerk following behind, now uncertain whether Sekhmet was a customer or a disaster.

The clerk returned again a moment later, lowering his voice. "Sir, do you wish to make an offer? Many buyers will move quickly if they sense interest."

Sekhmet did not look up. "I will decide after further observation."

The clerk nodded quickly, then waited as if silence itself might become a signed contract if he stood still long enough.

Around them, the Contract Market continued to breathe. The hall did not sleep. Bells rang at fixed intervals. Ink scratched against parchment like insects chewing wood. Seals thumped. Guards moved with slow discipline, watching for force, watching for cheating, watching for anyone foolish enough to believe they could outsmart a place protected by a god.

Auri stood half a step behind Sekhmet, still, cloak neat, posture calm. She was not relaxed. She was contained. There was a difference. The way her eyes tracked the crowd made it clear she was mapping exits, threats, and possible ambush points even inside a place that claimed neutrality.