Everyone's Class: One Effort, 10,000x Bonus Reward!-Chapter 280: The Furious Ethan, Who Has No Right to Die
Deep in the dark Abyss, a single bright light flickered calmly against the gloom.
It was a city built atop a massive mountain ten thousand meters high, standing like a giant beacon above the Abyss lands.
At the mountain’s base, Raphael stood pale, his body twitching involuntarily as his eyes burned with intense pain.
He looked up at the light in the sky, took a deep breath, and spoke slowly:
"My Lord Ethan, at the auction hosted by Suncrest Mercantile, is there really something that can ease my suffering?"
The six-winged demon behind Ethan’s back slowly unfurled his wings. With clear impatience, he glanced at Raphael and answered: 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
"Of course! Do you doubt Lord Theodore’s word?"
"If I didn’t have something urgent to do in Heartspire, I wouldn’t waste my time dragging you along."
"That Aiden even stole a Pure-blood Dragon Egg I worked so hard to get!"
"And you lost to him?!"
Just thinking about it made Ethan boil with rage. He turned to look at the two Demon genuses standing behind him: Draw and Loros.
"You two are useless! Every time I look at you, I just want to kill you!"
Ethan took a deep breath, muttering to himself, "Calm down. Calm down."
"I must complete Lord Theodore’s mission perfectly. No mistakes are allowed."
Draw and Loros kept their heads down in silence. Raphael, however, clenched his fists, his eyes filled with hatred.
If it weren’t for Aiden, he wouldn’t be suffering this intense pain every single moment.
Sure, his strength had returned, and his potential was even higher than before, but everything came with a price.
This unbearable pain was pushing him to the brink of collapse.
There was truly no other way; he had to beg Lord Theodore just to join Ethan in coming to the Abyss Heartspire.
Suddenly, the wings behind Ethan fluttered rapidly as he lifted into the air.
"Save your drama for later," he warned. "Heartspire isn’t part of our Demon territory. We might run into geniuses from King-rank races here."
"Those races may not be fully revived yet, but they are definitely not ones you can afford to pick a fight with."
With that, Ethan soared into the sky, taking Raphael and the others with him.
And at that moment, inside the inner city of the AbyssHeartspire, within the halls of Crownwave Auctions.
In the grand hall, cast entirely from pure gold, several succubi, vixens, and human women dressed in revealing outfits barely covering their vital parts, nervously stared toward the left side of the room.
There, a golden lantern was casting a warm glow.
"Haa, another VIP with an invitation is here. I wonder if they’re a Demon or a Miko?" A female succubus tugged at her collar, letting more of her Boobs show.
Next to her, an Abyss vixen gently rubbed her fluffy tail, then pulled down her shorts to reveal the lace pattern of her underwear and a few playful white curls.
"Who knows? The auction starts in just over an hour. If I’m lucky, I might get to serve some generous big shot." The vixen said slowly.
She cast a dismissive glance at the human woman nearby wearing a black collar, offering a sneer.
"Aren’t you supposed to be at the gate welcoming those poor souls without invitations? Are you trying to steal my customers?"
"Hmph. If you hadn’t been so lucky to join Suncrest Mercantile, you’d already be someone’s dinner by now."
Hazel took a deep breath and looked down at her revealing outfit, hesitating.
Her luck really was incredible. As a genius Reclasser who entered the Abyss, she had encountered terrifying Demons. Instead of being killed, she was taken as a slave to the Heartspire.
"If you don’t bring in any results, prepare to be the evening meal for the staff!" Hazel couldn’t shake the manager’s words from her mind.
She bit her lip tightly and mimicked the succubus and vixen, pulling her collar down.
It was a pity, though. Her Boobs weren’t big, and she had no fluffy tail.
"Get to the back!" The Abyss succubus glared at Hazel with a dark expression and barked loudly.
Hazel pretended not to hear. With her long, pale legs, she walked toward the golden lantern.
"Oh? You’ve got a big head now? Do you dare ignore me?" The female succubus twisted her face into a cruel grin.
She flicked her wrist, and a long whip covered in sharp barbs appeared in her hand.
Hazel’s body trembled the moment she saw it.
Yet, she gritted her teeth and kept walking forward.
The more visible she was, the better her chance of catching the eye of those big shots holding invitations.
As long as the customers spent enough, she could survive just a little longer.
A month ago, Suncrest Mercantile had thirteen human women working as servers. Now, she was the only one left.
Of course, to satisfy the special cravings of some guests, new human women were currently being trained.
In just a few days, those women would also become food in despair.
Suncrest Mercantile didn’t just sell items; they offered all kinds of services. As long as the guests were satisfied and spent money here, the staff would do anything.
"Cough, cough. A guest is about to arrive," the vixen reminded.
The succubus instantly sheathed her whip and flashed a dazzling smile.
When she saw the person stepping out of the teleportation array—a tall Slaughter Demon who looked incredibly domineering and mighty—her smile became even brighter.
"Welcome, honorable guest, to Suncrest Mercantile."All the staff in the hall turned their attention to the scene and bowed deeply.
Aiden, who had just stepped out of the teleportation array, paused for a moment.
He felt a strange sense of familiarity with this scene. On Earth, large trading firms or high-end venues often operated exactly like this.
"Are they learning from humans?" Aiden wondered in his mind.
Almost immediately, he noticed the group of hot, sexy-clad succubi and vixens in front of him, and the human woman standing at the very front.
At the same time, Aiden keenly sensed the sudden shift in the succubus’s demeanor.
The moment her gaze fell upon the equipment adorning Aiden’s body, her previously bright and dazzling smile froze, twisting into a look of utter rigidity as if her face had been carved from stone.
Before using the invitation, Aiden had deliberately prepared himself. The gear on his body was ordinary and of a low tier.
After all, since he was coming to the Abyss Heartspire alone, it was better to keep a low profile.
Just then, the teleportation array behind Aiden lit up again.
The staff in their revealing outfits instantly shifted their gaze away from Aiden.
Soon, a pigfolk with a towering height of over three meters, with a large head and rotund figure, approached, shuffling with heavy steps and grunting.
His eyes locked onto Hazel, and drool immediately began to drip from his mouth.
"Skinny. She has no fat on her. She must be chewy and delicious!"
"Where is the manager? Tell your manager to come out! I want this human woman to serve me."
Almost immediately, a Ratfolk manager, only about a meter tall, dashed over with gleaming eyes.
"Lord Peter! It’s been ages since we saw you! I didn’t expect you’d attend this auction." The Ratfolk manager’s eyes kept darting back and forth, studying the equipment Peter was wearing.
Peter, an Abyss lord, sniffed haughtily and replied,
"Cut the small talk. I want that human woman to serve me. Just like last time. I promise not to kill her. I’ll only chew off a thigh or so."
"Human beings are just slaves. As long as they aren’t killed, it’s perfectly fine. Given your wealth, even if you accidentally kill her, you can simply pay enough materials to avoid any legal punishment from the Heartspire," the Ratfolk manager said with a grin.
Hearing their conversation, Hazel’s body began to tremble violently. Her face turned deathly pale.
She instinctively took a step back, her legs turning to jelly. She pleaded with the Ratfolk manager,
"Mr. Yasser! I still have value! Give me one more chance! I’ll definitely bring profits to the Mercantile!"
"Please, I beg you, give me one more chance, okay?"
Ratfolk Yasser’s expression instantly darkened. First, he bowed and apologized to the pigfolk. Then, he slowly walked over to Hazel.
"Is something wrong with your brain? The auction is about to start, and you still haven’t been chosen by any guest."
"Losing a leg is fine. At least Lord Peter is generous, and this will just let you live a little longer."
"Remember, you are just a slave—a lowly human slave. You have no right to refuse!"
With a sudden leap, Yasser grabbed Hazel’s arm and yanked her in front of the pigfolk.
"Hmph, I just love seeing the fear and terror in your human faces. It makes me so excited! Hahaha!" Peter stuck out his tongue, licking his lips.
Hazel tried to struggle, but Yasser simply pulled out a black device and pressed it lightly.
Suddenly, a surge of powerful electricity erupted from the black collar around Hazel’s neck.
"Aaaahhh!" A shriek of pure agony tore from her throat.
Hazel collapsed to the ground, staring around in desperation.
Without hesitation, she thrust her head back and slammed it hard against the floor made of solid gold.
Bang!
Bang!
The heavy impacts echoed through the room.
"Hmph, you do not have the right to die," Ratfolk Yasser sneered, tightening his control over the black collar to keep Hazel trapped.
Just as Hazel was sinking into despair, she saw the Slaughter Demon. Anger flashed in his eyes as he began to walk toward her.
