My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 413: Ethan Hunt’s rule

The auction's preparations weren't merely about gathering merchandise; they were focused on establishing an aura of absolute, overwhelming majesty.

Ethan understood that within the Origin World, power was the sole dialect people truly respected.

To force the Ice Dragons and other Original Races into submission, he needed to display a level of prosperity and martial strength beyond their wildest fantasies.

First, Ethan focused on the service staff.

Ordinary servants would not suffice for his vision.

Utilizing his Authority of Creation, he manifested one thousand maids into existence.

He drew inspiration from the most breathtaking female figures he could recall, creating beings of flawless grace draped in elegant, flowing silks that shimmered with the brilliance of moonlight.

Their duty was to guide the visitors and ensure that every whim of the high-level bidders was satisfied immediately.

However, beauty alone was insufficient.

He required security that was as unyielding as iron.

With a simple gesture, a literal army materialized within the boundaries of the 100-square-kilometer estate.

One million warriors, each possessing the strength of the Axiom Dominion realm, stood in flawless formation.

Their armor was as dark as the endless void, and their mere presence caused the very atmosphere to grow heavy.

Commanding them were one thousand generals, every single one an Origin Paragon.

To serve as the pinnacle of this military might, Ethan brought forth a Supreme Commander.

An Eternal Sovereign emerged, possessing an aura so keen it seemed capable of slicing through the fabric of space itself.

He fashioned these sentinels after the most legendary fictional combatants from his memories, imbuing them with a cold, mechanical sense of loyalty.

Finally, Ethan fashioned the "voice" of his enterprise.

He manifested a humanoid robot, yet this was far more than a simple construct.

It was a powerhouse at the Source Authority realm.

This machine would serve as the "Ancient Ancestor" of the firm, a silent protector whose existence would act as a deterrent to any Absolute Beings lurking in the shadows.

To the outside world, this figure would appear as the true mastermind behind Ethan Hunt.

As the sun climbed the sky the following morning, Ethan surveyed the scene from his tower's highest floor.

The sight legitimately caught him off guard.

The area surrounding his indestructible fortifications was overflowing.

Thousands had congregated, but it was the caliber of the assembly that truly mattered.

His divine sense detected no fewer than 79 Eternal Sovereigns, thousands of Origin Paragons, and an endless sea of lower-level experts.

As his gaze drifted over the crowd, his heart suddenly faltered.

His icy, demonic facade shattered for a fleeting moment as tears gathered in his eyes.

He made no attempt to hold them back.

Standing near the main entrance was a group spearheaded by a woman who was an Eternal Sovereign.

Yet, Ethan’s focus wasn't on the leader.

His eyes were locked onto four faces he could never possibly forget.

Rose.

Zara.

Ryan.

And Riya.

“Finally... we are reunited, my dear,” Ethan murmured, his voice thick with suppressed emotion.

He swiftly regained his composure, drying his eyes and hardening his features.

The time had not yet come to reveal his true self.

However, his sorrow was instantly replaced by a surging, lethal rage.

A faction from the Fire Dragon race had moved toward Rose’s group.

At their front was a handsome man wearing a self-satisfied, arrogant smirk.

“Greetings, Lady Melida,” the man remarked, offering a bow to the Eternal Sovereign leading Rose’s party.

“It is a pleasure to cross paths with you again. You look truly radiant.”

“Hello, nephew Trian,” the woman, Melida, answered with a welcoming smile.

She was Rose’s current Master, and it was obvious she held the Fire Dragon prince in high regard.

“You appear as sophisticated as ever.”

Trian then shifted his attention toward Rose.

His gaze was filled with a possessive, oily lust that made Ethan’s skin crawl with disgust.

“Lady Rose, we meet once more,” Trian stated smoothly.

“As I said before, I have no intention of leaving your side. I love you.”

Rose didn’t even bother to look his way.

Her expression was a frozen mask, her eyes frosty and detached.

For reasons she couldn't explain, she felt a physical sense of loathing whenever men like Trian came near her.

It felt as though her very soul was holding out for someone else.

“Rose!” Melida barked, her tone turning sharp.

“You must remember your position. Show Trian some courtesy. He is to be your husband shortly. This union is crucial for the prosperity of the Ice Dragon race.”

“Master,” Rose replied, her voice level and unwavering.

“I will not be wed. It is as simple as that.”

Melida’s face flushed a deep crimson with fury.

She lifted her hand, her Eternal Sovereign aura surging as she prepared to strike Rose for her insolence.

But Trian reached out and grabbed her wrist, playing the role of the "merciful" protector.

“She is simply confused, Lady Melida,” Trian remarked with a deceptive smile.

“Do not pressure her. Once she understands that no one in this world surpasses me, she will naturally fall for me.”

“Keep dreaming,” Zara whispered from the side, crossing her arms defiantly.

“What did you mutter, you little brat?” one of Trian’s followers bellowed, lunging forward.

Rose’s gaze snapped to the lackey.

In a heartbeat, the surrounding temperature plummeted a hundred degrees.

“Utter one more word to her, and you die,” she hissed.

The follower froze in place, paralyzed by the sheer killing intent radiating from her voice.

Trian merely chuckled, dismissing the tension.

“Well, the gates are opening soon. Why don’t we walk in together?”

Suddenly, Ethan’s enormous projection materialized in the sky once more.

Next to his face, a shimmering scroll rolled open, displaying the entrance fees for the auction.

Silence fell over the crowd as they scanned the peculiar list:

Primordial Realm: 100 Origin Coins

Genesis Realm: 1,000 Origin Coins

Axiom Dominion: 10,000 Origin Coins

Origin Paragon: 100,000 Origin Coins

Eternal Sovereign: 1,000,000 Origin Coins

Source Authority: Free

Ladies named Rose and Zara: Free

Gentleman named Trian: 10 times the standard fee

The list sparked immediate chaos.

People were bewildered, scratching their heads at the strangely personal nature of the requirements.

Zara exploded into laughter, nudging Rose’s shoulder.

“Sister! It seems the new master of this tower is infatuated with your beauty! It’s a pity you won't marry, because this fellow is clearly a fan.”

Rose stared at the projection with a conflicted look.

She felt a peculiar tugging at her heartstrings, but she pushed the feeling aside.

“My name is Rose,” she called out toward the tower, her voice icy.

“But if you refuse my payment, I will not enter. I do not take handouts from strangers.”

In his high-rise office, Ethan grinned.

That was his Rose.

Stubborn to the very end.

The projection wavered, and Ethan’s voice boomed out.

“My lady, you are far too serious. Very well, you may pay your own way, but please... at least allow me to host Lady Zara.”

Rose didn't push the issue further.

With a stiff motion, she paid her 1,000 coins.

Behind her, Ryan chimed in, waving his hand with a grin.

“Hey, sir! I’m with Lady Rose. Can my wife and I get a discount too?”

Ethan observed Ryan through the projection.

Seeing his old comrade filled him with a sense of nostalgia.

“Fine,” Ethan’s voice answered with a hint of mock annoyance.

“But you’ll have to give me a shoulder rub later.”

Ryan blinked in confusion.

“What? That’s a bizarre condition, but fine by me!”

However, the lighthearted mood was shattered.

One of the Fire Dragon Elders, an Eternal Sovereign standing behind Trian, stepped out and let out a roar.

“What is this ridiculous prank?! Why must a man named Trian pay ten times the amount? And what is this insolence? Can you not see the numerous Eternal Sovereigns gathered here? How dare you keep them waiting outside and demand such pathetic fees?”

The Elder unleashed his aura, attempting to exert pressure on the structure.

But before his energy could even reach the walls, one of the Origin Paragon Generals at the entrance hoisted his spear.

The Elder's pressure was instantly neutralized.

“The laws of Ethan Hunt are the laws of the universe,” the general declared, his voice chilling and robotic.

“Pay the price, or depart. If you bellow again, your soul shall be erased.”

The Fire Dragon Elder turned ghostly pale.

He realized he couldn't even fathom the true depth of the general’s power.

Trian, his face contorted with shame, realized he would have to cough up 100,000 Origin Coins just to step through the entrance.

He glared at the tower, his eyes burning with hatred.

“Ethan Hunt... you are playing a dangerous game.”