The person who had lost their limbs was still struggling in pain, yet the host displayed them like a product for everyone to see.
“Esteemed Guests, this half-body is the most satisfactory work of Tamer No. 1!”
“The starting bid is 10 million!”
“Bidding begins now!”
Immediately, enthusiastic shouts erupted from the crowd: “15 million!”
“20 million!”
“25 million!”
“30 million!”
“40 million!”
In the end, this half-body was sold for 40 million.
I observed the excited face of the buyer and silently noted his appearance.
Next, Tamer No. 2 took the stage.
He was obsessed with Scarecrows, enjoying hollowing out human bodies and stuffing them with straw to create Scarecrows.
As he explained, he began to work on-site: “Everyone, please look; I have chosen this woman with a voluptuous figure.”
“Her skin is very smooth and perfect for sewing doll clothes.”
With that, he picked up a sharp knife and sliced open the woman's abdomen, extracting her organs to stuff into the straw.
It was a scene drenched in blood.
Yet, surprisingly, I found it intriguing.
This group of demons, in their pursuit of thrill, treated humans as mere playthings.
But what about themselves?
If they were to become playthings for their own kind, would that be thrilling?
As I pondered these thoughts, Tamer No. 2 had already completed his creation: "Now we move on to the auction segment."
"This Scarecrow starts at a bidding price of 12 million."
The crowd erupted with enthusiastic shouts: "15 million!"
"18 million!"
"20 million!"
"25 million!"
"30 million!"
In the end, this Scarecrow was sold for 30 million.
I observed the buyer's infatuated face and silently noted his appearance.
Next up was Tamer No. 3.
She despised anything alive and vocal, so she had her vocal cords surgically removed.
Taking out concentrated sulfuric acid and a scalpel, she destroyed an old man's appearance, transforming him into a woman.
The performance fetched the highest bid of the night.
The buyer was a billionaire: "Quick, take this old man to my room!"
The staff hurriedly carried the old man up to the third floor.
The billionaire eagerly lifted the old man's clothing: "Hahaha!"
"Old man, take a look at your current appearance!"
"I'll make sure you never forget tonight!"
He ordered the staff to bring over a mirror and a full-length mirror for the old man.
Reflected in the mirror was the old man's face—twisted and terrifying, with uneven cheeks covered in makeup, eyebrows tattooed into arched willow-leaf shapes, and lips painted a bright red.
When the old man saw himself in the mirror, his pupils suddenly constricted.
Then, he struggled desperately.
The billionaire laughed heartily: "Old man, you can't resist me!"
"I'm going to have my fun with you tonight!"
I stared intently at the figure of the billionaire, my hands unconsciously clenching into fists.
The old man must be the former enemy of the wealthy man!
He must have gone to great lengths to torment him like this, ensuring he suffers a fate worse than death!
If that's the case, then let these demons kill each other!
After all, they are all worthless trash!
I quietly waited for the right moment to arrive.
I changed my initial plan.
There was no need to wait until the performance ended.
Right here, at this venue, I would take my revenge on these so-called guests!
I stood in a corner at the back row.
In my hand, I held a sharp dagger.
First, I took care of the few people closest to me.
The blade pierced their hearts, allowing them to slowly die in agony.
The people in the front row noticed something was off and turned to look at me.
I used the tip of my knife to blind them.
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