Soon, the second phase of the auction began.
Ash sat back in his seat, his eyes glancing at the stage below, yet his thoughts were elsewhere. He could feel the restlessness in his chest, a strange thrill that he could no longer suppress.
His fingers tapped lightly on the table, his lips curving slightly, as if trying to hide the growing excitement that refused to fade.
He didn't know when it started, but somewhere along the way, he had begun to enjoy stealing the treasures these powerful organizations guarded so tightly.
The very idea of taking what they believed was untouchable filled him with an odd sense of satisfaction. It wasn't about greed or hatred, but something deeper—a strange rush that came from knowing he could walk in unseen, take everything, and vanish without leaving a trace.
The danger only made it more exhilarating.
Even so, Ash still had his own principles.
