My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 414: Everyone entered the auction room

Ethan’s projection hovered in the firmament, his gaze drifting over the massive assembly with the detached indifference of a businessman. The sharp, frigid features of his Arch-Demon form gave him the aura of a sovereign observing his lowly subjects.

"The rates I previously announced apply only to the standard seating in the grand hall," Ethan’s voice boomed. "However, for those who prioritize their reputation and seclusion, I have commissioned VIP suites. If you desire to overlook the auction in absolute luxury, the costs are as follows:"

[Grade 1 VIP Room: 1 million Origin Coins]

[Grade 2 VIP Room: 2 million Origin Coins]

[Grade 3 VIP Room: 5 million Origin Coins, featuring personalized service from our elite maids.]

Ethan showed no leniency. He was well aware that his inventory—the bloodline serums and top-tier artifacts—were treasures these people would endure any hardship to possess.

If they craved prestige, they would be forced to drain their coffers before the opening bid was even cast.

"Payments may commence now," Ethan declared.

A translucent blue display materialized before every guest, serving as a high-tech transaction interface. The attendees needed only to choose their preferred level and tap their spatial rings or payment cards against the glowing screen.

"These prices are extortionate! What a rapacious bastard!" many muttered, their expressions contorting with irritation as they stared at the figures.

Nevertheless, despite their quiet vitriol, not a single Eternal Sovereign opted for the main hall. To do so would be a public admission of poverty in front of their rivals.

All 79 Eternal Sovereigns, including Lady Melida and the high-ranking Fire Dragon elders, swallowed their pride and selected the Grade 3 VIP rooms. They refused to lose face, even if it meant paying five million coins just for the right to sit down.

One hour later, the obsidian gates of the manor groaned as they swung open.

As the entrance cleared, a massive, dense wave of medicinal fragrance surged outward like a tsunami. The atmosphere was no longer merely cold; it was perfumed and saturated with thick spiritual energy.

Ethan had utilized his abilities to cultivate supreme-grade fruit trees and primordial herbs along the walkways. These were no mere flora; every plant was a rarity capable of helping an Origin Paragon shatter their Cultivation bottlenecks.

The visitors, particularly the elders and alchemists, felt their throats tighten. Their eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of "Nine-Leaf Phoenix Grass" and "Dragon-Blood Ginseng" growing along the paths like common weeds.

A few of the more avaricious cultivators, losing their restraint, lunged toward the botanical treasures.

But before a single leaf could be plucked, a crushing, suffocating pressure struck them, slamming them face-first into the soil.

"These are for display purposes only," the Origin Paragon General stationed at the entrance stated, his tone freezing and robotic. "Any attempt to harvest them will result in a lifetime ban from the Ethan Hunt Company. If you persist, your life will be forfeit."

The Eternal Sovereigns observed this scene with narrowed gazes.

They were starting to comprehend that this was not merely a merchant’s shop; it was a fortified stronghold.

The sheer quantity of Axiom Dominion guards patrolling the grounds was staggering. Never had they witnessed so many elite warriors gathered in one location, all serving a solitary master.

"This Ethan Hunt... his lineage must be terrifying," Melida murmured to herself. "He might belong to the core bloodline of the Origin Demon Race."

As they ventured further into the estate, their astonishment only intensified.

The thousand maids Ethan had summoned were now positioned at every doorway and junction. The hearts of the young Young Masters skipped a beat at the sight.

These attendants were so radiant and refined that the famous "Ice Princesses" of the Dragon World seemed mediocre by comparison.

Each visitor was welcomed with a gentle smile and a goblet of juice pressed from divine fruits that would typically cost a small fortune.

The level of hospitality was so extravagant that even the most skeptical elders began to feel that the five million coins spent on the VIP room might actually be a bargain.

However, the true shock awaited them at the tower’s entrance.

Leaning against a pillar in a secluded corner was a figure clad in pristine white armor, a sword held firmly in his hand. He resembled a heroic knight from ancient scrolls.

The aura radiating from him was quiet but bone-chilling. He was the Eternal Sovereign supreme commander.

When the Eternal Sovereigns passed him, their skin crawled. It felt as though they were walking past a dormant volcano that could incinerate them if it were ever provoked.

"He is not just a lone demon," a Fire Dragon elder whispered, his voice trembling. "There is a monster backing him."

The auction was situated on the tenth floor.

Upon their arrival, the guests found Ethan himself waiting at the grand hall’s entrance. He was no longer a mere projection; he stood there in the flesh, his Arch-Demon form exuding a cold, captivating charisma.

He greeted the VIPs with a formal, professional inclination of his head.

"Mr. Hunt, you are truly a man of peerless talent. It is an honor to make your acquaintance!" several Eternal Sovereigns exclaimed, their words dripping with flattery now that they suspected his noble origin.

Ethan offered only the briefest of nods, his eyes showing boredom, until Rose appeared.

The moment Rose exited the elevator, Ethan’s entire aura shifted. The frost in his eyes evaporated, replaced by a warmth so sincere it startled those nearby.

"It is my distinct honor to meet you, Lady Rose," Ethan remarked, walking toward her while disregarding everyone else. "You are even more breathtaking in person. Might I interest you in a private drink before the proceedings begin?"

Rose hesitated, her frigid gaze meeting his intense crimson eyes.

That peculiar sensation tugged at her chest once more—a feeling of security and recognition that defied logic.

But before she could respond, Trian moved between them, his face flushed with envy.

"She is my fiancée, you brat! Keep your distance!" Trian bellowed. "I don’t care if you are from the Origin Demon Race or not. You are in the Dragon World now. This is my domain. Don't force me to kill you."

Ethan didn't even acknowledge Trian’s existence. It was as if a common fly was buzzing nearby. His focus remained entirely on Rose.

"If a drink is too forward, then please... accept this instead," Ethan said, extending his hand.

A radiant, glowing violet card manifested in his palm.

"This is a Black Diamond Card. It entitles you to a 50% discount on any purchase today. I insist you take it."

Zara, standing behind her sister, looked from Ethan to the seething Trian.

In her eyes, Ethan was superior in every category—wealthier, more powerful, and far more attractive.

Rose was prepared to refuse, her dignity as a Saint preventing her from accepting such a lavish gift.

However, Zara was quicker.

She snatched the card from the air.

"Thank you, Sir! I will definitely let my sister know how gracious you are!" Zara chirped, her face lit up with a wide grin.

Ethan laughed softly, his eyes crinkling in a manner that made Rose’s heart race.

"Lady Zara is very thoughtful," Ethan noted.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, a Golden Card appeared.

"Since you are so kind, have this one for yourself. It is a 90% discount card, soul-bound to you alone. No one else can utilize it, not even your sister."

He gave Zara a subtle, playful wink.

After all, she was his sister-in-law. He intended to pamper her until all the misery she had endured was forgotten.

Zara felt an odd sense of comfort from Ethan. She felt more secure near him than she did in the presence of her own Master.

She happily stowed the cards within her robes.

"Zara! Watch your behavior! Return them at once!" Rose admonished, her cheeks flushing a soft pink from embarrassment.

Zara looked frightened and reached for the cards, but Ethan gently raised a hand to stop her.

"Please, keep them," Ethan said in a low voice. "View it as a gesture of my friendship toward you, Lady Zara. Your ’Ice Princess’ sister has no involvement in this."

Trian was now seething with homicidal fury.

This was the second time today he had been utterly snubbed. First by the woman he coveted, and now by a man he viewed as a mere "merchant dog."

He opened his mouth to bark an order to his guards.

But Ethan finally shifted his gaze toward him.

The warmth vanished instantly, replaced by a crimson, demonic stare that felt like a physical weight pressing against Trian’s throat.

"If you dare to produce any more mindless noise," Ethan whispered, his voice vibrating with hidden power, "I will ban you from my establishment forever. And believe me, you will not enjoy the consequences when I decide you are no longer a customer."

Trian’s guardian, the Fire Dragon elder, immediately gripped Trian’s shoulder and pulled him back.

"Your Highness... let it go. For the moment."

Trian hissed through clenched teeth but remained silent.

Soon, the attendees began filing into their designated VIP suites.

As Rose walked toward her room, she stole one final glance back at Ethan.

"Who is this demon?" she wondered, her thoughts a tangled mess of confusion.

"And why... why do I not feel repelled by his aura?"

Inside the control booth, Ethan watched the door close behind her.