Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 374 Auction

Godfrey remained in his chamber, his attention fixed upon his phone. He had delayed visiting his parents for an entire week, and this morning marked his awakening with that unresolved thought.

Despite having resolved himself to see his parents, and particularly his mother, Godfrey felt an insurmountable reluctance to actually go through with it.

A deep-seated fear gnawed at him: the dread that her words would shatter his resolve, that he lacked the fortitude of Arthur to withstand such burdens. He was terrified of the possibility of fleeing, only to be pursued by his mother.

The sheer pain, the crushing despair her child would feel upon running away.

These thoughts held him captive, a prisoner of his apprehension for the future, even as he had determined to forge a new path.

Unfortunately, this impending change remained entirely disconnected from the fact that the mana tree was, in essence, his mother, and its fundamental objectives were immutable.

Therefore, this incoming notification offered a welcome distraction, a beacon of anticipation. It shifted his focus away from his parental concerns, infusing his heart with vitality and positive expectations.

'What shall I do? I've never possessed such a sum of wealth. Reconditioning that orphanage won't even approach five million, and that feels excessive.'

Leaving his bedroom, Godfrey proceeded to one of the smaller reception rooms. He retrieved a tablet, settled onto the sofa, and commenced his browsing.

It had been a considerable duration since he had last engaged with the internet in this manner. After two years spent meticulously avoiding it to prevent detection, he was finally at liberty to scroll through the web like any ordinary individual.

At the very least, even amidst his suffering, his acquired strength afforded him certain advantages. He was confident in his ability to repel the majority of attacks and survive lethal abilities.

While perusing online content, he stumbled upon an auction. The day's featured item was an apple, listed at an astronomical price.

Twenty-five million!

'Is this some kind of jest?' Godfrey tapped the listing, and the detailed description unfurled. 'Recovery Apples? There are three available, each possessing the capability to restore a decade's worth of mana. Consequently, all three represent a total of three decades of restored mana.'

He narrowed his eyes.

Mana functioned akin to fuel; its inherent nature did not alter as a Summoner advanced in power. Instead, the Summoner's rate of consumption escalated dramatically, akin to a transition from domestic residences to sprawling industrial complexes. Such progression necessitates an immense quantity of mana.

Undoubtedly, skills were the principal drivers of this demand. They could be likened to household appliances: initially small and requiring minimal mana, they eventually evolved into colossal systems demanding vast reserves.

Depending on the specific skill, these could deplete months or even years' worth of mana, particularly when confronting adversaries possessing higher point values. Bridging such disparities required significantly more mana.

While a summoner's physical form had no inherent limit to mana storage capacity, the challenge lay in accumulating such substantial amounts. Simple meditation proved insufficient to sustain a life characterized by constant combat.

Godfrey possessed three mana cores, each functioning independently and possessing limitless capacity, much like the human body itself. These cores absorbed mana autonomously, while he personally had to gather mana to store within his own being.

This arrangement granted him four times the mana capacity of a typical summoner, yet his summons had progressed to a level that outstripped his current accumulation rate.

Maintaining the Golden Order came with its inherent disadvantages, and this mana deficit was one of them. The Alchemist, supported by the Royal Apostles—beings who were veritable reservoirs of mana—recharged rapidly, likely due to their derivation from the mana tree's very sap.

Furthermore, it was plausible that these Apostles prevented the Alchemist from experiencing mana depletion. They also served as a form of protective barrier.

Godfrey's gaze fixed upon the apple. 'Beyond all that, mana absorption remains a persistent hurdle for every summoner. It's simply not feasible to absorb decades' worth of mana in a single day, or even within one or two years, and that's without engaging in any combat. Such an endeavor would also stunt your overall growth.'

The mana jade found within Paradise typically contained enough mana for a few days to a month, occasionally more, but that was the extent of it. Moreover, due to the population density, a quota was enforced for everyone. This limitation led to the cohort utilizing it as a means of rapid mana replenishment on the battlefield.

All these factors combined to make the apples an exceptionally enticing prospect.

Godfrey shifted to a more upright position, interlaced his fingers, and continued reading.

'I had been wondering where such potent items originated. There exists a demigod plant summoner whose summon is capable of producing these. They are incredibly sought after, which explains their anonymity. If I knew their identity, I would have pursued them directly.'

Now, three decades' worth of mana would provide him with crucial fortitude when the Ruination arrived. At present, four of his summons possessed the might of Titled gods, their mana consumption was extraordinarily high, and two were progenitors.

The situation was already taxing. Without these apples, he would be compelled to fight alone or impose restrictions on the skills his summons could employ.

'I must acquire it.'

Godfrey waited. What he was about to undertake was undeniably unfair, yet he was resolved to proceed!

He observed the figures escalating relentlessly. Hours elapsed, and as the final minute approached, the price had stabilized at an astonishing sixty-nine million!