The Harem System Belongs to the Villain-Chapter 38: Nirvana

"Twenty five thousand spirit coins!"

The highest bidder was a massively fat, incredibly smug ghost sitting near the front.

His plain white bedsheet stretched desperately over a massive, protruding jelly belly. The sheer size of this fat whale reminded Romeo entirely of his stupid, piggy stepbrother Caspian!

The fat ghost crossed his arms and looked around the silent tavern with a highly arrogant, punchable aura. Nobody dared to challenge his massive wealth.

The black ghost on the stage nodded respectfully.

"Twenty five thousand spirit coins going once," the black ghost announced, scanning the defeated crowd of weeping men. "Going twice..."

"Fifty thousand spirit coins."

A single, calm voice suddenly echoed through the tavern.

The voice was deep, incredibly raspy, and carried the supreme, undisputed authority of a true sect master.

The entire underground arena fell completely, utterly dead silent! The silence was so profound that a pin dropping onto the wooden floorboards would sound exactly like a heavenly thunderclap.

The bid did not come from the crowd at all. It came directly from the elevated wooden throne!

The Gold Patriarch himself had just placed a bid!

The crowd of white ghosts collectively gasped in pure, unadulterated reverence. Their eyes widened to the absolute limits of mortal biology.

If the legendary, incredibly wealthy Gold Patriarch was personally willing to spend fifty thousand spirit coins to outbid the entire room for this single artifact... just how heaven defying was its hidden potency?! It must literally contain the profound secret to eternal life!

Inside his premium corner booth, Romeo’s eyes bulged completely out of his skull! His jaw violently unhinged and hit the wooden table with a loud thud!

He knew perfectly well from his past life memories as Kaizen that the Gold Patriarch was an incredibly rich boss.

He had seen this man casually buy rare spirit herbs and legendary weapons before.

But fifty thousand spirit coins?! For a discarded, crusty piece of lace underwear?!

That was absolutely, irredeemably stupid! These people were completely beyond heavenly salvation!

Down in the front row, the fat ghost’s hand violently twitched.

He was incredibly itching to raise his fat arm and place another counterbid, but he ultimately bit his own tongue and decided entirely against it.

If the Gold Patriarch himself was willing to drop fifty thousand coins, it absolutely meant the potency of this Yin essence was far too high to neglect!

The fat ghost came from a wealthy merchant family himself.

His calculating brain knew perfectly well there were only a tiny handful of true noble families left in the entire Lower Realm.

Obviously, this kind of ultra rare stuff was going to sell for the prices of a small mercenary army!

He let out a heavy, incredibly depressed sigh of total defeat.

It was just his rotten mortal luck that this old geezer took a personal liking to this supreme treasure! When would he ever get a golden chance like this again?

Since absolutely nobody in the meeting hall possessed the courage or the immense wealth to outbid the Gold Patriarch, the black ghost banged his wooden gavel exactly three times.

"Going once! Going twice! Sold to our supreme Gold Patriarch!"

The black ghost carefully picked up the glowing glass cube. He walked respectfully toward the wooden throne and presented the item.

The Gold Patriarch slowly stood up. He raised both of his hands into the air exactly like a devout monk receiving a legendary, world-shattering heavenly sword!

With violently quivering fingers, the old boss took the glass cube.

He slowly opened the lid and delicately pinched the sticky black lace panty.

He pulled it completely out of the box with the extreme, meticulous care of a grandmaster unboxing a legendary spiritual katana!

Absolute, terrifying silence gripped the entire underground tavern.

The Gold Patriarch slowly brought the crusty fabric directly beneath his dark hood.

He buried his hidden face entirely into the sticky crotch area and took a massive, incredibly deep, soul-shattering sniff!

A single, profound word escaped his raspy lips and echoed loudly through the silent room.

"Nirvana!"

Hearing that sacred, enlightened word and watching the supreme boss aggressively sniff the artifact, the entire crowd of pathetic ghosts completely lost their minds!

Dozens of white bedsheets instantly pitched small spiritual tents.

The crowd collectively leaked a shameful drop of white milk right into their pants just from watching the majestic spectacle!

Exactly thirty minutes later, outside the filthy Boar’s Nut tavern, Elder Hall was pacing nervously next to the withered spirit car.

He was profoundly worried about his Patriarch Baron entering such a dangerous, degenerate establishment all alone.

Suddenly, the creaky wooden doors swung open. Romeo casually strutted out into the cool night air.

The ridiculous white ghost uniform was completely gone. He was wearing a highly satisfied, incredibly smug smile that practically radiated absolute wealth!

Elder Hall quickly rushed forward and bowed deeply.

"Patriarch Baron! You have finally returned safely! Did everything proceed according to your supreme will?"

Romeo casually patted his spatial ring, which was currently overflowing with forty nine thousand premium spirit coins. He smiled with absolute, villainous confidence.

"Elder Hall, rest your Dao heart. Incredibly big, heaven shaking changes are coming to this Barony very quickly!"

Hearing this absolute promise, Elder Hall’s wrinkled face bloomed into a genuinely happy, relieved smile. He quickly opened the creaky car door for his master.

"This old servant is perfectly ready to witness the new era, Patriarch Baron!"

Elder Hall declared proudly before driving the rickety vehicle back toward the Velvetthunder estate.

Later that exact night, the twin moons hung high in the dark sky.

Romeo was lying perfectly still beneath his coarse, itchy bedsheets. He was expertly slowing his mortal breathing, completely faking a deep, helpless slumber.

Suddenly, a nearly imperceptible sound echoed in the dark.

Scrape.

The wooden frame of his bedroom window silently slid open. A lithe, shadowy figure nimbly jumped right into the room, landing completely silently on the floorboards.

It was the vile curser girl! The shadowy assassin who had originally sealed his demonic weapon was finally back!

Hidden safely beneath the dark blankets, a highly sinister, bloodthirsty smile completely stretched across Romeo’s handsome face.

His glowing crimson eyes snapped wide open in the pitch black darkness.

It was officially time!