I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Sorry, folks, we're going in first!" Otto had obtained the first entry slot to the auction, and I must say, the Supernaturals Alliance's budget is quite generous."

With Bruce in tow, Otto strutted into the warehouse with a posture full of bravado.

"We need to figure out a way to fleece them again!" Seeing their demeanor, Zhang Menglong knew they hadn't been hit where it hurt. If not their money, whose money should he take?

"Dean, I've got a great idea!" a student from Super God Academy whispered into Zhang Menglong's ear.

"Hahaha, that's wicked, I like it!" Hearing the plan, a smug smile reappeared on Zhang Menglong's face.

"It's all thanks to your excellent teaching!"

...

"Why aren't they coming out yet?" Otto and Bruce had been inside for almost an hour, and the people outside were getting impatient.

"Mr. Zhang, this isn't working. If they don't come out, we can't just keep waiting here, can we?"

"Exactly, it's all about what you can find based on your skills and insight!"

"You all make sense!" Zhang Menglong shouted towards the warehouse, "Mr. Otto, an hour is up, your time is up!"

Zhang Menglong sent an instruction to the robot, "Get those two out!"

Upon receiving the command, two robots immediately entered the warehouse and, seconds later, two figures flew out and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Zhang Menglong, what do you mean? We've paid, why are we being thrown out?" Otto looked displeased.

"Sorry, Mr. Otto, but your hour is up. Your time is up."

"What? Time is up? Since when do we have a time limit here as if we were getting a foot massage?"

"I can't be blamed," Zhang Menglong said, "Look, you've been inside so long, everyone's anxious, and you can't always stay inside, right?"

"Fine, so can we at least take out the stuff we've picked?"

"Then you need to add more time!"

"Add... add time?" Otto's face expressed absurdity.

"100 billion for the entry fee plus 580 billion for prioritization, that's a total of 680 billion, here's where you pay."

"What? Pay again?" Otto immediately objected, "That's robbery!"

"Mr. Otto, speak with a conscience!" Zhang Menglong said, "Everyone's time is the same, wouldn't it be unfair to give you a few extra minutes?"

"Unfair!" Seeing the members of the Supernaturals Alliance get the short end of the stick, people from other countries naturally didn't mind giving them a kick while they were down.

"See, I'm just representing everyone's opinion this time."

"Can't we just add the time proportionally?" Otto continued.

"I'm afraid that won't quite work," Zhang Menglong said, "Do you add half an hour when you go to a spa? Surely, it's always a full hour increase!"

"How about this!" Zhang Menglong knew how to moderate, "I'll give you a special extension this time, just charge half the price, let you in for another 30 minutes, how about that?"

After taking a deep breath, Otto really wanted to slap Zhang Menglong's face into mash, but recalling the robots behind and considering his terrifying strength, he immediately lost his nerve.

"Alright, half it is!"

...

With Otto's lesson learned, every psychic was racing against time. After several hours of hustle, they all emerged carrying their finds.

Every psychic brought out several tons worth of stuff. Frankly, due to the sheer difference in the social and cultural structures of their civilizations.

Apart from knowing these things were parts of a spaceship, including some weapons and robots, they had no idea what the rest of it was, so they just grabbed haphazardly. Whatever looked big and impressive, they took.

"Hahaha, looks like we, the Supernaturals Alliance, scored the biggest haul!"

Bruce and Otto coordinated as they were the two most powerful psychics, capable of lifting tens of tons with their mere bodies. Together with Bruce's gravity domain, the items they brought were comparable to those brought by a dozen psychics.

"Hahaha, it looks like we've reaped the most rewards this time!" Otto and Bruce proudly surveyed their haul.

Although the items they brought were heavy, there weren't many of them; the largest being a metal cabinet over three meters long and something that looked like a spaceship.

The other psychics looked on with envy; that little spaceship seemed like something right out of a sci-fi movie, akin to an emergency escape pod or a life-support capsule.

Even if it wasn't a whole spaceship, the technology involved was definitely high-end, capable of extended space travel—now that's impressive.

As for the cabinet, they guessed it was probably the life-support capsule from the spaceship, because they had found a few skeletons inside that looked half like alien creatures.

They presumed when the spaceship crashed, its inhabitants had jumped into this capsule to save their lives.

The included space technology, life-support technology, engine technology, material technology, and more, were all priceless treasures if only they learned a little.

"Damn it, they found some good stuff."

"There's a lot of it, but it's too heavy. We can't move it, and we can't leave our other stuff behind. They got lucky!"

"I don't even know what this is, but it must be valuable."

...

"You guys..." When Zhang Menglong saw those items, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Hahaha, gentlemen, you really know how to pick! You guys are geniuses!"

"Zhang Menglong, what do you mean?" Otto, seeing Zhang Menglong's gloating expression, instantly felt a chill, wondering if they had chosen the wrong items.

"This is a great thing!" Zhang Menglong said, walking over to what looked like a lifeboat, "An automatic, intelligent entertainment physiological circulator, a leisure product of a Level Two civilization, exclusively for the wealthy—you guys really know how to enjoy life!"

"Physiological circulator? What is that?"

"Hmm, that's what they call it in Level Two civilizations. Translated into our language on Earth, it's an automatic entertainment toilet!"

"Toilet?"

"Pfft!"

"Hahahaha! You guys put in so much effort, just to bring out a toilet?"

"I couldn't find any propeller or engine on this flying machine; I thought it was anti-gravity powered!"

"Toi... toilet?"

"Yes, surprise surprise," Zhang Menglong laughed, "This thing's not cheap in a Level Two civilization. You can play various games while taking a dump—see this main control panel? It contains a host of motion games, like our net novels' game pods and helmets. All in a toilet!"

Otto's expression turned uglier than if he had eaten dung. The thing they had worked so hard to find turned out to be just an entertainment product? Although it had high technology content, entertainment technology was still a notch below practical technology.

"As for this," Zhang Menglong patted the square box, "don't you think this thing looks familiar?"

"I've seen it in sci-fi movies; it's like a life maintanence system!"

"Exactly, that's what I think too."

"Too bad there's only one left, otherwise I would have definitely taken one."

"Pfft!" Zhang Menglong couldn't hold back his laughter, "What life maintenance system? This is a coffin with automatic navigation, automatic cremation, automatic burial, music playback, anti-decomposition, among other features!"

"What? A coffin?"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha, good thing there aren't more."

"They actually carried a coffin and a toilet?"

Zhang Menglong patted Otto's shoulder, "Mr. Otto, taking a coffin back with you doesn't seem very auspicious, does it?