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Rise of the Living Forge - Chapters 558-559
🕑 Added 2025-11-18 16:02:34 +0000 UTCNiel choked on his pastry.
He doubled over, coughing and rasping for air as he scrambled to grab his drink. Neil pounded his chest as he hurriedly washed the food down before it could attempt to suffocate him. His ears rang as he stared down at the auction stage and desperately battled to make sense of the words that had just intruded past his ears.
And he wasn’t the only one. All around the Mausoleum, people had either burst into conversation or had suffered similar fates to Neil. This had to be some sort of joke. Madiv was trying to imply that the Menagerie didn’t have a single item in their auction lower than Epic Rarity.
That was completely ridiculous. Unless their auction was only for one or two pieces, there was no way a little crafting guild possibly could have gotten their hands on so many high-tier items and materials.
The Menagerie had to be screwing with them.
But Madiv wasn’t laughing.
“For the first two stages of the auction, bids will be accepted in gold,” Madiv proclaimed, continuing on as if absolutely nothing of interest had happened. “The Serpent’s Sting is a basic Epic item. It possesses a number of quality-of-life enchantments. These include resistance to damage and chipping as well as self-sharpening. Its main ability is to inflict a poison effect upon any targets it cuts. This is perfect for nimble-footed adventurers or anyone who likes slower, prolonged fights.”
Neil stared in disbelief at the auctioneer. His thoughts still reeled in disbelief, but his mind still managed to process just enough of the information that his ears were feeding it to confuse him even more.
Wait. They’re accepting gold through the first two stages? Does that mean the third stage won’t accept gold at all?
Godspit, what is going on?
“Please, take a look,” Madiv said. He extended his hands. A burst of green smoke swirled out between his palms to form into the shape of a shimmering rapier. “The exact abilities of the weapon have been concealed for the privacy of the winning buyers, but you can be assured that I am giving you accurate information. We place our reputation on it.”
That’s a bold claim.
“The bidding price for the Serpent’s Sting will begin at 1,000 gold. Please ensure you raise your number card when placing a bid. Bids are to be no smaller than increments of 100 gold,” Madiv continued, entirely unbothered by the confusion rolling through the room.
“They’re bluffing,” a man somewhere behind Neil said. “I’ll bet you that they’ve brought their best shit out first to try and convince people to bid early. Then everyone will offer up their good items to make sure they’re not too late to sell them, giving the Menagerie a stream of valuable sales they can then take credit for. Clever. But it won’t work. Don’t fall for something like that.”
Neil blinked. That was actually a good point. But if it was true, then the Menagerie had even heavier brass balls than he’d thought. Such a strategy was incredibly risky. If people called them out on it and nobody offered up anything good enough, then there was absolutely no way the auction would run for long enough to get to their third stage.
The Menagerie would end up looking like complete idiots.
Would they really take a gamble that stupid? And that sword … Madiv made it sound fairly unimportant, but anything that can inflict a stacking poison isn’t some piece of shit. It’s still an Epic weapon. Who auctions something and doesn’t talk it up unless it’s actually terrible compared to the rest of what they’ve got?
Neil’s finger twitched. He’d brought a few items himself. A few Epic items he’d gotten his hands on in his latest dungeon run that the guild had given him permission to sell.
Should I… no. Not yet. They’re definitely higher quality than this sword. Whoever that guy behind me was, he’s right. I can’t get suckered. I don’t know what terms the Menagerie has, but I do know they’ll almost certainly be worse than a larger auction house. They’re trying to force an impulse sale. I won’t fall for it that easy.
“1,000 gold!” A woman across the arena called, her words cutting through Neil’s thoughts.
“1,500!” A man yelled immediately after.
It seemed not everyone was so hesitant. Several more bids rang through the room and the Serpent’s Sting quickly rose up to 3,000 gold in price. The bids slowed after that.
For an Epic item, 3,000 gold wasn’t exactly the highest ever offering. It definitely could have reached 5,000 under the right circumstances. But Madiv had everyone on edge. Nobody could tell if the Menagerie were bluffing or not.
As miniscule as it was, the tiny off chance that the Menagerie were actually telling the truth was a little too terrifying to ignore. It meant that every item that came after this would be better than Epic Rarity. And if that was true… everyone was going to need every single bit of gold they had. They couldn’t afford to waste it on the weakest item in the auction.
Neil watched Madiv closely. The Menagerie definitely weren’t going to be happy with this price. For a small guild, 2,000 gold was a lot. Selling for so far under the price it could have gotten was going to be a blow. But the auction wasn’t done. Madiv could definitely push it up to at least 3,500 gold with a little more—
“Sold!” Madiv called.
“What?” Neil exclaimed, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.
That’s way too early! People still would have bid on it! Why would he end it so—
“Your item will be delivered to you momentarily,” Madiv said. He flicked his hand and the rapier vanished. “Thank you for your patronage. Please inspect the item once it arrives before you. I will pause the auction momentarily. This is the only time we will do this, but I believe it should suffice to show we speak the truth.”
Another puff of green smoke coiled through the air before the winning bidder. The man reached into it, pulling out the rapier. His eyebrows crept up his features. For several seconds, he didn’t move. Then he glanced away from the blade to look back at Madiv.
Just about every single eye in the Mausoleum was on him.
“It’s as described,” the man said, but there was something else to his voice. It was stiff… but not with disappointment. It was surprise. And it wasn’t the strangled, disappointed surprise of someone who had just gotten scammed.
The sword had been better than the man been expecting.
“Very good,” Madiv said with a sharp nod. “I appreciate your confirmation. Now, let’s move on to our second item.”
“Hold on,” someone called. A woman several rows away stood up and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Wasn’t that a little too fast? I was going to bid!”
“Yeah!” another man said. “I was going to bid as well! I was just trying to figure out if it was worth it yet! Why didn’t you do some sort of countdown? What if someone wants to put a bid in shortly before the auction ends?”
A few other murmurs of assent rolled around the room.
“Were you?” Madiv asked. He turned in a slow circle. “Is that the case? Were more of you hoping to bid, but you never got a chance?”
The murmurs of assent rose once more.
Madiv paused for a long moment. Silence hung over the room like the blade of an executioner.
Then a mocking laugh tore across the auctioneer’s lips. It echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls and growing in intensity until it was nearly rolling thunder.
“Then you should have bid earlier,” Madiv said with a savage smile. “I am the one who decides when the bids end. Not you. Me. And if I decide that I have received a good offer, or if there is insufficient attention, then why would I linger? Why would I waste our precious time? There is much to see. Much to sell. So if you want something… buy it while you have the chance.”
His words rolled through the room.
Neil’s breath caught in his chest as he realized exactly what Madiv was doing. This stragety was so ballsy that it was almost laughable.
He’s trying to force people to bid higher and faster so they don’t get cut off? That’s crazy. If anyone, even for a moment, thinks an item isn’t worth the price, they won’t even bother bidding. Half the way you get the price of something up is letting people compete and using the tension.
The only way this works is if the items are so good that people have literally no choice but to bid.
And, worse, there definitely wasn’t enough time for anyone to try and sell them something. That means they’re still selling from their personal stock. How many Epic Rarity items could they possibly have?
“Now,” Madiv called, clapping his hands together. “We will proceed to our second item. This one was crafted by a partnership between another smith and our very own Ifrit. It’s a hammer by the name of Falling Boulder… Epic Rarity. The price will start at 5,000 gold.”
Neil’s eye twitched.
It’s another Epic Rarity item. And they’ve started it a fair bit higher than the last one. Were they really not bluffing?
Murmurs rolled through the crowd all around Neil. Nobody was questioning the Menagerie anymore. It didn't matter how the guild had managed to pull this off. An Epic weapon like this wasn’t something that anyone was going to let fly by easily.
Not after what Madiv had just pulled. They were going to have to bid fast if they even wanted a chance.
The auctioneer’s smile grew even wider.
“So, let’s get this started properly, shall we?”
Chapter 559
The man sitting behind Neil who had spoken out against the Menagerie hadn’t said a word since the auction had started. It wasn’t hard for Neil to guess why. The Menagerie had put up a total of six magical items for sale already. All of them had been Epic Rarity — and each one of them had been made by Ifrit.
Neil couldn’t help but feel more than a little awe for the guild. And he wasn’t the only one. He was willing to bet that almost none of the people attending the auction today had come here expecting anything like this.
The Menagerie were a new guild. They’d proven that they were interesting from their performance in the Proving Grounds as well as the other feats they’d pulled off in recent times, but they were still a relatively new guild.
Just about everyone here had come to the auction to establish connections. The Menagerie were a new, young guild. The selling point of such a thing was the potential. All of them respected the risk they were taking trying to hold an auction, but at the same time, they’d all known this should have been a show.
The Menagerie should have put up a few decent items that they’d gotten their hands on. But the real sales were meant to happen after hours. Most of the people here had come for the trade deals that could be accomplished after the auction was done.
Sure, a few had come because of Ifrit himself or for a variety of other reasons, but Neil was nearly certain that nobody had expected anything truly significant at the auction. But it was clear that the Menagerie hadn’t seen things the same way.
They were out for blood. The fact they’d managed to gather this many Epic items that they could afford to give away without hampering the growth of their guild was impressive on its own. But Ifrit himself had made them.
It must have taken the smith months of preparation and work to get this much ready, and only the gods knew how many other pieces they’d prepared. The Menagerie were surely betting just about everything they had in an effort to show they were more than just some new guild with a few little interesting pieces of equipment.
And Neil respected that.
A move like this had so many ways of going wrong. If the auction went poorly, or if they failed to keep the hype up into the next two stages… well, they’d be in trouble. Talking big game only worked so long as you could keep it up.
But Neil was finding himself hoping that they could. This was more fun than he possibly could have expected. Ifrit had put his money where his mouth was. The Menagerie was almost certainly betting on people eventually giving them items to put up for auction in the later stages, of course.
He wasn’t even bothered. If they got that far, then they’d more than proven that working with them was worthwhile. Anyone willing to take such a ballsy risk deserved to have it pay out if it worked.
The real question was if they’d be able to keep this up for much longer. Ifrit couldn’t have spent every waking moment he had locked up in a room preparing items for this auction. There would have to be an end to the flow of their Epic Rarity items eventually. Everyone knew that. The question was when that end would happen.
With every new item that Madiv put up for sale, Neil felt the tension in the room rise. People were bidding faster and faster as they fought to get their hands on the offerings. Sure, several of their earlier pieces had sold for well below what they should have.
But the Menagerie didn’t seem to care. And, at least to some extent, their strategy had worked. People all over the room were bidding. Even many of the higher-ranked guilds in the lower seats of the Mausoleum were putting down bids on items that they probably couldn’t have cared less about, if only to show their respect for the Menagerie.
And once the big fish started to bite… the small ones would too.
The price of the items was steadily going up. And while the newer ones were getting a bit more interesting, the increase in price wasn’t quite correlated. The Menagerie weren’t just showing off their weapons or running some show auction. They were selling the abilities of their guild.
Still… something was off. There had yet to be a single bid from any of the VIP rooms. The people in those were unlikely to have come here for no reason. They were either large guilds or adventurers who had paid the Menagerie enough to get a private room for the auction.
It didn’t make much sense for powerhouses like that to have avoided bidding entirely. The amounts that the items were going for were still incredibly affordable. For anyone from a major guild trying to make an impression on the Menagerie, buying a few of these items would have been painfully easy.
But the Menagerie couldn’t have had that much more in stock. Even if they’d saved their best items for the last two segments of the auction, it was unlikely they’d have anything that would truly interest these major guilds.
Except that was exactly how the VIP rooms were acting. The only reason they’d refrain from participating entirely up until this point was because they were actually saving their money to be able to compete at a later point during the auction.
Do they know something we don’t? Is there some kind of insider information that got out about an item the Menagerie is going to have up for auction? Something powerful enough to make even guilds like that need to be cautious?
And if that’s the case… shit.
I wonder if I should toss them something to sell. At this rate, some of the people in the VIP rooms might have enough fun watching the chaos that they could toss the Menagerie something actually pretty good. If the auction keeps growing… I can’t believe it, but I might not have brought enough gold for this.
I can’t head back to Bronze Dragon empty-handed. This is exactly what the Menagerie was banking on, wasn’t it?
Damn. Well played to them. I don’t think I’ve got a choice. Almost everyone else down here is in the same spot. Nobody knows when the 2nd round of the auctions will start, so every single item here could be the last one. This is the 6th item already. They’ll probably have 10 items in this round at absolute most. Anything else would have required far too much time to prepare. And if the Menagerie runs out and the next best item is something really good… shit. I won’t be able to buy a single thing.
Neil wasn’t the only one who had started to feel the pressure. He saw coils of green smoke twisting before several of the other members in the audience. They were doubtlessly offering the Menagerie items of their own to sell.
It was a bit of a risk. They were eating what very well might be a lower earnout for their sales… but the temptation was just getting a little too strong to resist. The Menagerie had put such a bold foot forward that it was forcing just about everyone’s hands.
Neil shook his head in disbelief as Madiv sold off the 6th item and immediately started up the auction for the 7th.
Just how far ahead did they plan this?
***
Arwin polished off one of Lillia’s pastries. He washed it down with a sip of ale, trying to force down the butterflies in his stomach. Even though he wasn’t doing anything at all, he couldn’t help but feel worried for Madiv.
The vampire was under an immense amount of pressure. This strategy wasn’t exactly an easy one. Even the smallest crack in the crowd’s confidence would bring everything crashing down on their heads.
“Do you think anyone’s realized that I made everything in like… a few days?” Arwin asked nervously. “I mean, those items kind of suck. We’ve saved so much of the better stuff for later on in the auction. Maybe we should have spread things out a bit more.”
“I don’t know,” Lillia admitted. “But I think the pieces are selling pretty well. I don’t think there’s anything to worry about right now. We’re getting great prices and we aren’t even to the important part of the auction yet. All this gold will be great for fixing the street up even further. We could probably even open an isolated bathhouse so Uriel stops complaining.”
“That would be nice,” Arwin agreed.
He and Lillia peered over the edge of the VIP room to look down at the crowd below. It was certainly high energy. Bids rang through the air and quite a few people seemed to be offering items up so the Menagerie could sell them.
Everything was going just about as close to the plan as it could have been.
“The real trouble will probably start popping up after the first round of the auction is done,” Lillia said as she lowered herself back into her chair. “Nobody has tried anything yet inside the Mausoleum. There are probably too many powerful people they don’t want to piss off. But the moment people start heading outside… there are vultures.”
“Hardly a surprise,” Arwin said. “We knew there would be. Rodrick and the others are ready for it. Anyone that tries to pull something stupid between the rounds is going to have another thing coming for them. And hey, it’ll get us even more shit to toss up in the auction. They might have something good on them.”
Lillia let out a snort. “That’s true. Then I’ll look forward to it. By the way, how many more items did you, Wallace, and Koyu make for the first round? I can’t remember. I was focused on making enough food to last the entire time.”
Arwin scratched the back of his neck and glanced back down at the auction platform.
“I don’t know. Like… 20? You think that was too little?”
“No idea,” Lillia replied. “I suppose we’ll see.”
Arwin let out a noncommittal grunt. “Yeah. I suppose we will.”
Comments
Actus
It’s 4 total chapters per week, 2 sets of 2! sometimes something gets a tad funky with the schedule but it’s usually M & W! This week it’ll probably be Tues & Thursday because I’m getting hard trolled by some major meetings.
Skylar
How often do advanced chapters get released? I joined for this series. Started on KU, followed to RR, now to here. 😄 I love this series. I'm checking out the others but can't get into them as easily as this one.
Oliver
Now I am rooting for Neil to get a steal in the second round. Let him buy a great item
Skylar
Same here. I started on KU, went to RR, then subscribed here. Loving it. 🍿🍿🍿
Brandon O'Bryant
Both essentially had a gold spoon in their mouth as the Hero/Demon Queen so their understand of "normal" is rather skewed towards the the rich end of things.
Ben Bass
TYFTC! I love the dichotomy of the POVs, the bidder is thinking they must only have 10 epic level items, and Arwin is like, we made like 20 pieces of ok stuff in a few days, I can't believe they are wasting their time and gold on them. Man, I can't wait to see what is up for the second and third rounds!
S Lee
This is my favorite out of all the Actus I've read. I am listening to the audiobooks now. I've read the books and then subscribed here. I think Forge is gearing up to be my favorite litrpg right now. And will remain one of my faves.
Tommy
lol. I hope we get a reaction scene from Neil when it gets to the higher rounds and he realises just how inaccurate his assessment was! “Young guild” smh. It may be newly formed, but the majority of the members are anything but young or new to the whole adventurer thing. Do your homework Neil! 😂 Fantastic stuff! TFTC!
Dirk Gent Lee
This chapter is a great great way to show how people view the guild and what the reception to the auction is. Madiv doing some work here, also great!
Irakli Jishkariani
High tier materials 😂😂😂 Arwin can probably make epic with dirt-cheap iron 😂😂😂
Reed M
arwin said “imma give everyone a heart attack”
Roope
I just hope he doesnt a) find out how fast Arwin made those items and B) that they think the items are bad... He would die
Raymond Whitehead
I love the "normal" pov that puts things into perspective it's always hilarious
Lizy Flore
Arwin and Lilia are usually so busy with their respective jobs that its easy to forget how out-of-touch they really are haha thanks for the chappies!
TheCrazyDuck
Neil is going to have an aneurysm.
