THE SOVEREIGN SCAVENGER: GOD-LEVEL EXTRACTION SYSTEM

SOURCING THE FORBIDDEN LOOT

Leaving the trash-lined chaos of Sector 7 for the neon-soaked luxury of the Mid-District felt like changing worlds in the blink of an eye. Down below, freelancers scraped and clawed for pocket change; up here, people wore silk robes over enchanted armor and dropped a scavenger’s annual haul on a single bottle of mana wine. I kept my hood up and my iron mask tight over my face, slipping through crowds as just another merc or if anyone got nervous maybe an assassin out for a snack. Nobody met my eyes. It helped that my stats these days, especially my nearly maxed-out strength and the upgraded shadow bloodline, gave off a deadly kind of vibe that kept the riff-raff at bay.

Instead of marching through the main, muggy corporate streets, I zigzagged through back alleys, all clean stone and soft light, until I got to The Obsidian Vault a place that pretended to be a fancy antique store but actually held the city’s biggest, nastiest Black Market Auction. In this place, you could buy almost anything if you had the right stash or knew which palms to grease. Government had no say here.

I pushed through a heavy door and got hit with a cloud of expensive incense and the dusty tang of old paper. A marble staircase twisted down to an underground labyrinth, chandeliers floating overhead, dripping with crystals. The lobby sparkled with money real money. Corporate suits, high-level freelancers, some faces I’d seen on bounties.

I let my boots echo across the floor while I scanned the place with Abyss Eyes. Immediately, I picked up on mana levels and item ratings floating above people’s heads. Most of these folks were Tier-2 or 3, looking dangerous to most… but to me, right now, they were just bugs under glass.

And then loud, obnoxious laughter rolled through the room. My pulse quickened, but not from fear. Right by the main reception desk, Oliver Vance strutted around in gold-trimmed armor, magic staff slung across his back like a hunter showing off a kill. Chloe was at his side, wrapped in furs and silk, looking gorgeous and smug as ever. She really was living her dream, clawing her way up using me as her last step. Classic.

“Manager, The Vance Corporation gets a front-row VIP box tonight, or we walk and take our business elsewhere!” Oliver barked, towering over a red-faced auction manager.

The manager bowed and wrung his hands but stood firm. “VIP boxes only for Platinum Black Card holders or those with epic merchandise. Your account isn’t at that level.”

Oliver slammed the desk so hard it rattled. “Do you know who my father is? Offend us and we’ll walk to your competition.”

Chloe put a dainty hand on his shoulder, turning up her honeyed voice: “Oliver, let it go; once they see our bids tonight, they’ll regret treating us this way. You’re the future Vice-Captain with the Silver Wing Guild, after all.”

The manager looked ready to faint, more scared of losing a whale than breaking house rules.

From behind my mask, I caught the exchange and laughed, just a little, inside. Chloe and Oliver thought the world already belonged to them because it never even occurred to them that someone else might run the show. Little did they know the thing they’d been chasing for a decade, the recipe to launch their empire, was sitting right on my finger, hidden inside my spatial ring.

I walked straight past them to the desk.

“Hey!” Oliver snapped. “Watch it, lowlife!” He actually reached for his staff. I ignored him. Just faced the manager.

“I’ve got a consignment for tonight’s main auction,” I said, my voice low and metallic through the mask.

Oliver scoffed so loudly people turned. “Masked idiot, we don’t have time for F-rank junk tonight. Go back to the gutter.”

Chloe glanced at me for a second, confusion flickering, like she almost recognized my build but then she shook it off. I didn’t walk like Ethan, didn’t act like him either. There was no way she’d connect the dots.

The manager sighed, already tired. “You’ll need proof it’s worth our time nothing low tier gets listed tonight.”

Without a word, I tapped my ring. In my hand, a golden horn appeared out of thin air thick, heavy, pulsing with boss-level energy. People gasped. Then I reached deeper: an obsidian data capsule shimmered in my other hand, just enough epic magic leaking out to make everyone in the lobby tense up.

Alarms blared. The sensor grid flashed from blue to crimson.

WARNING: EPIC-GRADE ANCIENT ARTIFACT DETECTED.

For a second, the whole room was silent. Oliver stopped mid-insult, staring. Chloe’s eyes went wide; she was rattled, her mana spiking in panic.

The manager stammered, knees wobbling as he read the signals: “An Epic-grade recipe…and an E-rank boss drop…”

Right then, the double doors burst open. Out came Grand Master Vance himself, trailed by four bodyguards probably the only people in this district who could really cause me trouble. He ignored everyone, eyes locked on me, and bowed so low I almost laughed.

“Valued Guest!” he declared, voice trembling. “Forgive our staff! You are the owner of these treasures?”

I kept my tone cold and flat. “I am. Sell them anonymously. Tonight.”

The Grand Master didn’t hesitate. “Diamond VIP Suite! Platinum Black Card, now!”

The poor manager fumbled, dropped the card solid platinum, glowing with blue circuitry before I finally snatched it from his hands.

Oliver looked like he was about to explode the kind of purple-faced, desperate panic you only see when a rich kid’s whole world gets flipped upside-down. His eyes locked onto the data capsule, realization turning to greed, then something close to fear.

He broke first. “Wait! Name your price, I’ll buy it whatever the auction estimates, I’ll double! Vance Corporation doesn’t lose!”

I finally turned to him, locking eyes. Let a bit of my aura out enough strength and shadow to feel like a punch in the chest. Oliver actually staggered back, suddenly all his bluster draining instantly.

“Your family can’t afford what I’m selling,” I said, every word a dagger.

Chloe grabbed his arm, pale and shaking. She’d left me for safety. Now her new shield looked tiny and helpless.

I walked past them and got into the private elevator, Grand Master and guards in tow. As the doors slid shut, I caught a last glimpse Oliver furiously calling someone, Chloe’s eyes locked on me in fear and awe.

Under the mask, I finally smiled.

Oliver would step into that auction tonight thinking he owned the place. He was ready to bet everything on a single hand. What he didn’t know was, by morning, I’d use his own ego to break him. This was my stage now.