Supreme System: Ascension of A Sovereign

Auction House

As the room gradually brightened, revealing its contents and the identity of the speaker, Grey could now see the source of the welcoming voice. Without hesitation, he offered a respectful bow toward the individual.

"My sincere greetings, Auction House Manager," Grey conveyed with utmost courtesy. He accompanied his words with a gesture—a precise and practiced bow, his right hand crossing his chest and touching the edge of his left shoulder. It was a display of respect and formality befitting the occasion.

The manager, a commanding presence seated on a chair that resembled a throne, exuded an air of authority. He was dressed in a sleek black suit adorned with subtle silver stripes, an outfit that complemented his well-groomed appearance. Despite the hint of age in his features, the manager's hair was a glossy shade of black, and his deep brown eyes held an enigmatic allure. Scars etched across his face, with the most prominent one slicing across his left cheek, passing between his nose