Welcome back once again to our story.

  As we read earlier, Aryan killed a Godly-level Half-Monkey despite being only at Saint level, thanks to the power he gained from the Heaven's Medicine.

  One Month Later...

  At his home, Aryan was mixing several medicines together in a large cauldron, adding different herbs into the mixture. After carefully blending everything, he poured the liquid into multiple bottles.

  Aryan was preparing a healing medicine.

  Over the past month, he had exchanged beast cores in the system's library and obtained several books related to healing powers. As a result, he had now become a Fourth-Stage Healer.

  He also wanted to increase the magical power of his siblings, but that required a huge amount of resources. Unlike him, his siblings didn't have the System or its Library-and he couldn't give them Heaven's Medicine either.

  When Aryan tried testing Heaven's Medicine on a beast, he discovered that it only worked on him. Anyone else who consumed it gained no effect at all.

  So, to raise his siblings' levels, he needed resources-and resources required money.

  That was when Aryan decided to create healing medicine and sell it.

  Covering his face with a black cloth and pulling a hood over his head, Aryan headed toward the Auction House.

  At the entrance, large golden letters read:

  Malhotra Auction House

  Aryan entered and walked straight to the reception desk, where a beautiful woman around twenty-five or twenty-six years old sat. Her skin was fair as milk, and her eyes were as deep as the ocean.

  "I want to meet Myra Malhotra," Aryan said.

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  "Could you tell me where I can find her?"

  In reality, Myra Malhotra was currently managing the entire auction house.

  "Sorry, but Madam Myra doesn't meet just anyone," the receptionist replied irritably.

  Looking at Aryan's torn and worn-out clothes, she felt nothing but disgust.

  "Leave. Madam Myra will not meet you."

  "Please, just let me meet her once," Aryan insisted.

  "If she asks me to leave, I'll go immediately."

  "Don't you understand simple words?" the receptionist snapped, calling the security guards.

  Several guards arrived, including their leader a Great Saint-level expert named Rahul.

  "What happened, Reena?" Rahul asked.

  "Who's bothering you?"

  Reena pointed at Aryan.

  "This guy is creating unnecessary trouble."

  "So, you've got the nerve to cause trouble here?" Rahul growled.

  Just then, the vice-leader a Saint-level expert-stepped forward.

  "Boss, why dirty your hands? I'll handle him."

  He walked toward Aryan, unaware that he was about to face a Godly-level expert.

  Before he could reach Aryan, a clear voice echoed through the hall.

  "What's going on here?"

  Everyone turned-and saw a breathtaking woman in a red gown descending the stairs from the second floor.

  Blue eyes, a perfect figure, fair skin, and a melodious voice-her beauty stunned everyone into silence.

  "Myra Madam," Rahul said.

  "He's causing trouble."

  "I didn't ask you," Myra said coldly, pointing at Aryan to speak.

  "I came to meet you because I have a deal that can change the fate of this auction," Aryan said from behind his mask.

  "But the receptionist wouldn't let me meet you."

  "Oh?" Myra laughed lightly.

  "And how exactly will you change this auction's fate?"

  But the moment she opened her Inner Eyes, she froze.

  Godly-level expert.

  Those eyes were a gift from heaven, granted only to a select few. They allowed the user to see a person's true level, no matter how well it was hidden.

  Why would a Godly-level expert create a scene here?

  And since I know every Godly expert in Swarajpur... this means he's either new or from another city.

  After a moment of thought, Myra decided to hear him out.

  She instructed her secretary, Kusum, to prepare a private room.

  Inside, Aryan placed a bottle on the table.

  "I want to auction this."

  Myra opened the bottle-and nearly dropped it in shock.

  "Healing Medicine..." she whispered.

  "Yes. And I have twenty bottles," Aryan replied.

  "What? Twenty?" Myra confirmed in disbelief.

  She immediately called the medicine checker-an elderly man named Hakum Ji, one of the best in Swarajpur.

  After examining it, Hakum Ji stood frozen.

  "This is... a Top-Tier Fourth-Grade Healing Medicine," he finally said.

  Hearing this, even Aryan was shocked.

  So how much will this medicine be worth?

  Will Aryan manage to sell all his healing medicines?

  Find out next time in Sorcerer of Sorcerers ?

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