Ten minutes later.
The once noisy Auction House.
The moment Charlos Saint walked in.
Fell into a dead silence once more.
Everyone consciously lowered their heads.
They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Charlos Saint swayed as he walked to the first row.
He plopped down on the softest sofa.
And propped his muddy shoes directly onto the table in front of him.
"Disco!"
"If there's still nothing good to offer."
"This Saint will burn your shop down today!"
Charlos Saint sniffled.
His face was filled with arrogance.
Disco on the stage quickly bowed and scraped.
His long face was smiling like a chrysanthemum.
"My Lord Charlos Saint, please rest assured!"
"What we have prepared for you today is absolutely a rare treasure, unseen in the World!"
"Even Marineford might not have seen this thing!"
Saying that.
Disco waved his hand.
"Bring it out!"
"Bring up our grand finale item!"
The lights suddenly went out.
Only a pale spotlight remained.
Shining on the slowly rising platform in the center of the stage.
There was no giant cage as imagined.
No beautiful women or Beasts either.
Only a... black rectangular box placed on a Velvet Cushion.
And a peculiar-looking projector next to it.
"Hmm?"
Charlos Saint frowned.
He grumbled with some dissatisfaction.
"What kind of trash is this?"
"Disco, are you messing with this Saint?"
"Isn't this just a broken box?"
The surrounding guests were also dumbfounded.
Whispers rose all around.
"This is the finale?"
"It looks so ordinary."
"Could it be the blueprints for an Ancient Weapons?"
Disco on stage remained unperturbed.
He picked up the microphone.
And spoke in a seductive, even somewhat eerie and terrifying tone.
"Distinguished guests."
"Please do not be deceived by its appearance."
"This... is no ordinary item."
"This is a..."
"Cursed Object, sealing an ancient Evil Spirit!"
Whoosh—!
As soon as these words were uttered.
The entire hall erupted in an uproar.
Evil Spirit? Curse?
This is too mysterious, isn't it?
Disco ignored the reactions of the crowd.
Instead, he turned his gaze to Charlos Saint in the first row.
And lowered his voice mysteriously.
"My Lord Charlos Saint."
"It is said that a female Ghost named Sadako resides in this Videotape."
"She possesses an immortal body."
"And can travel between reality and illusion."
"As long as this video is played..."
"She will crawl out of the screen to serve you!"
"And..."
Disco paused.
And threw out the most lethal bait.
"I heard she's a peerless beauty of a Ghost."
"Whether shot, burned, or stabbed."
"No harm can be done to her."
"She is... an Eternal existence!"
Upon hearing these words.
Charlos Saint, who had been looking impatient.
His eyes gradually widened.
He didn't even notice the snot flowing to his mouth.
Immortal body?
Female Ghost?
And a beauty?
This is... too exciting!
He had played with mermaids, with giants, and even with princesses of fallen kingdoms.
But this "female Ghost"... was truly a first!
"Interesting..."
Charlos Saint stood up.
An nauseatingly excited smile appeared on his fat face.
"Hey, Disco."
"This thing..."
"Can I ride it?"
Pfft—!
Hearing this outrageous question.
Several pirates in the back almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Is this how Celestial Dragons think?!
That's a Ghost!
It's a curse!
Your first reaction is whether you can ride it?!
Disco's mouth also twitched twice.
But he reacted extremely quickly.
He immediately gave a thumbs-up.
"As long as you buy it."
"It will be your slave!"
"You can ride her however you want!"
"You can even take her back to the Holy Land and show her off to the other Rosward Saints!"
"Hahahaha!"
Charlos Saint let out a cackling laugh like a goose.
As if he already saw himself riding the female Ghost, swaggering around in Holy Land Mary Geoise.
How cool would that be!
Those useless people who keep tigers and lions.
Compared to the female Ghost this Saint keeps.
They're simply pathetic!
"Good!"
"This Saint wants it!"
Charlos Saint waved his hand.
He directly pulled out a thick stack of Gold Bills from his embrace.
Without even looking at the numbers on them.
He threw them onto the stage like scattering paper money.
"Five hundred million!"
"Is that enough?!"
"If not, this Saint will add more!"
The entire hall was in a dead silence.
Five hundred million Berries!
Just to buy a Videotape whose authenticity was unknown?!
Only a Celestial Dragon could do something like this!
Who would dare to compete with these lunatics?
Are they tired of living?
"Enough! More than enough!"
Disco's eyes disappeared in his smile.
He quickly picked up the box and the projector.
And scurried over to Charlos Saint.
Handing them over as if presenting a treasure.
"My Lord, this is your 'female Ghost'."
"Please keep it safe."
Charlos Saint snatched the box.
Feeling the cold touch emanating from it.
Instead of being scared.
He became even more excited.
"So cold!"
"As expected of a female Ghost!"
"Hehehe..."
He caressed the box with the SCP Logo, unable to put it down.
He turned around.
And kicked the butt of the slave kneeling on the ground.
"Quick!"
"Crawl faster for this Saint!"
"I want to return to the Holy Land immediately!"
"I can't wait to see what this 'Sadako' looks like!"
"I hope she's durable."
"Not like that mermaid who died in two days."
Surrounded by a crowd of guards.
Charlos Saint held the "Cursed Object" that could cause immense disaster.
As if holding his most beloved toy.
He swaggered out of the Auction House... watching the Celestial Dragon's retreating back.
Disco let out a long sigh of relief.
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
Anyway.
This hurdle was passed.
As for whether the so-called "female Ghost" would come out, or if she would kill people after coming out... what did that have to do with him?
He already had the money.
If the sky fell.
That foolish Celestial Dragon would bear the brunt of it!
..."It's... done?"
Mordred swirled the wine glass in his hand.
Watching the ripples forming in the glass.
Like the World situation that was about to be turned upside down.
"Charlos Saint, oh Charlos Saint."
"You truly are a qualified 'Tool Man'."
"Bringing that kind of thing back to the Holy Land..."
Mordred clearly remembered.
At the beginning of that video, he had added a full three minutes of "SCP Top Secret Files" as a prelude.
"I hope those 'gods' who are high above."
"Will like this grand gift I've sent."
"After all..."
"Miss Sadako's temper isn't very good."
Mordred put down his wine glass.
And stretched lazily.
"Well then."
"The show begins."