Ascension Online: My Beasts Evolve infinitely

”Server Announcement: The Bronze-tier weapon [Glimmering Dagger], ranked 8th on the equipment leaderboard, has been listed at Frostwatch Auction House starting bid, 30 gold.”

”Server Announcement: The rare Warrior skill book [Fiery Slash] (D-Rank) has been listed at Frostwatch Auction House starting bid, 50 gold.”

Ascension’s auction house ran on a simple enough rule: list something the system judged valuable enough, and it earned a free server-wide shoutout.

More eyes on the listing meant a hotter bidding war, which meant a better final price.

Kael’s dump of gear that morning had apparently cleared that bar over a dozen times in a row.

The sky lit up announcement after announcement, practically back to back, blanketing the entire server in free advertising for several straight minutes.

The forums didn’t just react. They combusted.

”Did he seriously just list the ENTIRE top-ten equipment ranking at once?!”

”Has to be him. Who else would even have this much high-tier gear four hours into launch?”

”I don’t own a single piece of Iron gear and this guy’s auctioning Gold.”

”A Gold drop off a Silver boss. That luck isn’t real, that’s a glitch.”

”Forget glitch, that’s a full-blown miracle. Someone check if the RNG servers are even working right.”

”That sword’s the single best weapon on the server right now. Whoever wins that auction is starting three steps ahead of everyone else alive.”

”Every serious guild is about to throw their entire war chest at this listing.”

”Somebody get the treasury moving, NOW we are not losing this sword to another org.”

”At this point I genuinely think this guy’s hacking. Nobody gets this lucky.”

”Or maybe some people are just built different and the rest of you need better excuses.”

Kael read through the chaos with a raised eyebrow. He hadn’t expected a routine gear dump to detonate quite this hard.

Every major guild on the server just got a personal invitation to fight over my leftovers.

Not that he minded.

More eyes meant a fiercer bidding war, and a fiercer bidding war meant a fatter payday when it all settled.

”Free advertising,” he muttered, grinning at the listings ticking upward in real time. ”I could get used to this.”

He logged off right there at the auction house counter. Back in reality, Kael peeled the rig off, dealt with the several hours’ worth of bodily neglect that came standard with an all-nighter, and wandered back out to figure out breakfast.

His phone rang before he’d made it as far as the kitchen.

Incoming call: Sweetheart