Conquering Ladies With My 10x Rebate System-Chapter 47: Confident Mfer.

Caleb watched; every move mattered now.

He had to wait patiently...

The wheel was rolled into the stage.

As usual, it was covered by a red cloth.

The auctioneer calmly walked over to the wheels.

With a swift tug, he pulled the cloth away, revealing a black-etched card, sealed behind layers of enchanted acrylic.

The air in the room shifted subtly—as if the temperature dipped half a degree.

Intricate patterns of gold cut across it, forming rhombus-like shapes.

And then in front, three golden horns were etched onto it.

Caleb’s eyes widened.

His initial preparation for his bid crumbled instantly.

His face was now replaced with a look of shock.

It wasn’t just him.

Naya... Julia.

They instantly recognized the card that was encased in the glass box.

It was an X card!

"How the hell did that thing appear here?" Julia asked, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Naya was so shocked, almost to a state of trauma.

Her eyes stuck to the card, watching as though any second it could quickly disappear.

The auctioneer continued, oblivious to the origin or worth of the item on stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen... brace yourselves."

"Up next: Lot #11—the infamous First Edition Blood Oath Trading Card."

He paused, letting the murmurs build, then leaned in just enough to let his voice take on a conspiratorial edge.

"Now, for those unfamiliar... this isn’t just a card. This—" he tapped the case with a knuckle "—is a piece of banned history. Printed in 1997 as part of the Nightveil Chronicles dark fantasy card game, the Blood Oath was pulled from circulation within three weeks of its debut."

He let the words hang.

"Why? Simple. The game was dark, yes—but this card? It was darker. Designed by a now-vanished artist, it depicts an ancient blood ritual tied to pre-Aetherian cult practices. Real runes. Real symbolism. The kind banned under post-Awakening law."

A flick of his wrist, and the lights dimmed to spotlight the item.

"Only seven known copies remain. This one? Near-mint. Untouched since 2001, sealed in a multi-layered anti-aether containment case. It hums. Some of you will feel it. Class-B Seers certainly will."

He cast a glance at the back row, where a few individuals stiffened.

"And before anyone asks—yes, there have been incidents. Tournaments disrupted. Players fainting. Owners experiencing... things. Dreams. Time slippage. We are, of course, not liable."

A soft chuckle rippled through the bidders—nervous, unsure.

"This item is considered Class-3 Occult Memorabilia by the Calian Foundation. And while we’ve layered it with certified exorcist-grade wards... I’d advise against sleeping with it anywhere near your bedside."

The room went quiet again.

"So, collectors, historians, and daring mystics alike... we begin the bidding at fifty thousand dollars. Do I hear fifty?"

He raised his gavel, letting the suspense grow.

"Fifty thousand. Going once..."

Eldora’s eyes lit up, his hands visibly shaking in excitement.

He didn’t let the others even talk as he roared from his VIP box.

"A hundred thousand dollars!" As everyone heard his voice, they instantly lost all interest in the item.

Going against Eldora was a hopeless journey. Who would dar—

"One hundred fifty thousand dollars!" A voice came from a VIP box.

This time the hall went deadly still.

Heads turned to the box.

Sitting with his eyes shining with determination, Caleb’s gaze was fixed on the item on the stage.

Even Naya and Julia turned to look at him in shock.

Everyone was shocked.

The infamous son of Jin Monrrow—the son who didn’t have much until recently.

He had done it.

Caleb had opened his mouth—and placed a bid against Eldora!

’I don’t know how that thing got here... but it won’t stop me,’ Caleb thought. ’Still, I hope my assumptions about you are right.’ His gaze shifted to the VIP box beside his.

He couldn’t see who was inside, but he could easily picture the expression of disbelief on their face.

And he wasn’t wrong.

Eldora was stunned—completely blindsided.

At first, he thought the voice had come from the VIP box across the hall. Who else besides Jin would dare challenge him in a bidding war?

But then he realized: it hadn’t come from Jin’s box.

It came from the one right next to his.

Eldora sat frozen for nearly five minutes, struggling to process what had just happened.

"Who made that bid?" he asked finally, his voice dark and low.

"Sir, I... I don’t know exactly," his secretary stammered, visibly trembling at the shift in Eldora’s tone. "I can’t tell."

Ever since Eldora started coming to this auction house, whatever item he desired—he got. Instantly. All it took was a single word, and the rest would fall silent.

No one dared oppose him.

No one, unless it was Jin Monrrow himself.

Eldora slowly pulled the pipe from his mouth and exhaled a thick puff of smoke.

’Maybe he didn’t hear me. Let’s correct that,’ he told himself, brushing off the challenge as a possible misunderstanding.

"Two hundred fifty thousand dollars," Eldora called out, his voice cutting through the air.

But then came the reply—firm, unwavering.

"Two hundred sixty thousand dollars!"

From the same box beside him.

Persistent.

Unrelenting.

Naya and Julia could see it in his eyes.

Caleb had no intention of backing down—not this time. He was going head-to-head with Eldora.

And they were stunned.

’What is he thinking? Going up against Eldora of all people?’ Naya wondered, still reeling from the boldness in Caleb’s expression.

While she kept her thoughts to herself, Julia was more direct.

"What are you doing? Going against Eldora? That’s insane."

Caleb turned to her, his eyes burning with resolve.

"Of course it is... but if you want to impress someone, you’ve got to do it in the craziest way possible," he said, then turned back to the stage, fully focused.

Julia stared at him, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

’Is it just me, or did he actually get smarter?’ she thought, a flicker of admiration lighting up her eyes.

Even if he failed, she knew one thing for sure—he’d already left a lasting impression on their father.

And she was right.

Seated once more in his throne-like chair, Jin smiled.

His gaze landed on Caleb, and he could see it clearly—the fire burning in his son’s eyes.

’Yes... this is exactly what I want,’ Jin thought, his smile growing wider.

Then he turned his attention to Eldora—who was, once again, visibly stunned.

Eldora slowly pulled the pipe from his mouth again. This time, he didn’t puff—it just sat in his clenched fist, his knuckles tightening around it.

"Hmph... looks like someone’s grown a pair." He chuckled, amused by Caleb’s boldness.

Even he hadn’t expected it.

"Well then, let’s see how long you can keep up," Eldora said, eyes locking onto the card on stage.

"One million dollars!"

A hush fell over the room.

From Caleb’s temple, a single bead of sweat rolled down.

’Fuck... I really hope I don’t get screwed.’