My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 415: Bidding war

Ethan sat reclined against a chair of stardust silk within his personal sanctuary, the tower's sole Grade 5 VIP suite.

On his lap, Puffin was contentedly snacking on a Chaos Grade grape.

The entire auction arena was visible to Ethan through the one-way enchanted glass. Thousands of seats were occupied, and the atmosphere hummed with an electric tension, vibrating from the shared avarice of the most influential figures in the sector.

"Alright, Puffin," Ethan murmured, a sharp glint surfacing in his gaze. "Shall we commence the auction?"

A small rune on his armrest was pressed.

The grand hall’s illumination dimmed instantly, replaced by a solitary, brilliant pillar of light centered on the stage.

The auctioneer Ethan had recruited stepped into the spotlight.

She was a woman of otherworldly grace, adorned in a gown that appeared to be stitched from the very fabric of the aurora borealis. Amplified by the tower’s complex formations, her voice rang out clear and captivating.

"Honored guests, welcome to the inaugural Grand Auction of the Ethan Hunt Company," she declared with a refined bow. "Our collection today is vast.

To ensure efficiency, we shall start with our Axiom Level artifacts. These will be auctioned in synergistic sets of ten."

Light flickered across the stage.

Ten armaments materialized, suspended in a flawless circle.

The collection included swords, staves, and shields, all throbbing with a synchronized rhythmic pulse. Ethan had crafted them for unity; should ten warriors wield them in a formation, their collective power would triple.

"The opening bid for this set is 70,000 Origin Coins!"

A bidding frenzy erupted at once.

While the Eternal Sovereigns tucked away in the VIP suites remained quiet, hoarding their wealth for the true prizes, the merchant leaders and Axiom Dominion experts were whipped into a state of excitement.

"80,000!"

"100,000!"

"150,000!"

For the following five hours, the auditorium was a chaotic blur of skyrocketing numbers and shouting voices.

High-level equipment was sold off batch after batch.

To the bidders, these were instruments that could change their destiny.

To Ethan, this was merely a strategy to bleed the middle class of the Dragon World dry.

Ethan’s terminal indicated a profit of 200 million Origin Coins by the time the final Axiom set was sold.

For a single day's effort, it was a staggering sum.

The mood in the room shifted.

The stage lighting transitioned into a deep, regal shade of purple.

"Now," the host remarked, her smile growing wider, "we proceed to the treasures that forge legends. We have one thousand Origin Paragon artifacts, which will be auctioned individually."

The debut item was revealed.

It was a suit of heavy plate armor that seemed to consume the light surrounding it.

The item was a defensive treasure of the Paragon level.

A roar originating from a Grade 2 VIP suite shattered the hall's silence.

"500,000 Origin Coins!"

The true powerhouses were finally stirring.

For most races, these artifacts represented the absolute peak of power.

A single Origin Paragon artifact possessed the strength to safeguard a Sect for ten millennia.

Inside a Grade 3 VIP booth, Zara’s hands shook as she gazed at her Golden Card.

She glanced toward Rose.

Rose’s attention was fixed on a slender, exquisite longsword displayed on the stage.

Forged from Everfrost Crystal, the blade emitted a frigid aura that the stage's barriers struggled to contain.

"Sis, that sword caught your eye, didn't it?" Zara whispered softly.

"It is a remarkable blade," Rose replied in a low voice, her eyes never wavering. "However, the cost will be excessive. We must preserve our coins for the serum for you and Ryan."

Bidding for the frost blade commenced at 300,000.

"400,000!" Trian’s voice thundered from his private booth.

His intention was to acquire it as a future gift for Rose, intending to trap her in his debt.

"600,000!" an Elder from the Fire Dragons shouted.

Zara looked down at her card.

She recalled the words of the handsome demon. A ninety percent discount. Only she could utilize it.

She waited patiently until the bidding reached 1.5 million.

Believing victory was his, Trian wore a smug expression.

"Two million!" Zara cried out, her voice cracking slightly under the pressure.

The hall fell into a sudden hush.

Trian let out a laugh.

"Little girl, do you possess such funds? Master Melida would never permit you to exhaust the Sect’s entire treasury on a single sword!"

Zara paid him no mind.

She swiped her card against the terminal in the booth.

Due to the gift of friendship from Ethan, the system only withdrew 200,000 coins from her balance, despite the two-million-coin bid.

"Sold!" the auctioneer exclaimed.

Rose stared at her sister, completely stunned.

"Zara! How did you acquire that much wealth?"

"The kind demon man provided a discount, don't you remember?" Zara giggled, presenting the sword to her sister. "He claimed he is my friend."

Rose gripped the sword, feeling its latent power vibrate against her hand.

She looked toward the Grade 5 VIP suite.

Her bewilderment only grew.

"Why would he do this for us?"

By the time the thousand Paragon artifacts were cleared, Ethan had amassed another billion Origin Coins.

Then, the ultimate artifact was brought forth.

The lights in the auditorium didn't just fade.

They disappeared entirely.

Total darkness reigned for a heartbeat.

Then, the chamber was filled with a soft, golden resonance.

A modest weapon rack ascended onto the stage.

A spear rested upon it.

It lacked flashiness.

It was ivory-white, decorated with runes that seemed to crawl and shift like living creatures.

The moment it was revealed, all seventy-nine Eternal Sovereigns in the VIP rooms rose as one.

The sound of chairs scraping against the floor echoed.

Their auras spilled out in sheer amazement.

"An Eternal Artifact," Lady Melida whispered, her eyes shining with intensity.

"Honorable guests, this is an Eternal spear unburdened by any Law binding. This implies that any Law can be channeled through this weapon," the host explained simply, yet it was enough to unsettle the entire auction house.

This was an unprecedented occurrence.

Typically, Eternal artifacts were fixed to a specific element.

An ice artifact was useless to a fire Cultivation practitioner.

However, this spear served as a universal key to supreme power.

Its presence far eclipsed the seventy-nine Eternal Sovereigns present.

"The starting bid," the host said, her voice trembling under the spear's heavy aura, "is 1 billion Origin Coins."

The hall remained deathly silent for three seconds.

Then, the room erupted.

"1.5 billion!"

"2 billion!"

"5 billion!"

The price escalated at a frightening pace.

This was more than a weapon.

It was a guarantee that a family or a Sect would rise to become a superpower.

"10 billion!" the Fire Dragon guarding Trian roared from his suite.

"11 billion!" Melida shot back, her eyes bloodshot. She was prepared to trade her very soul for that spear.

Ethan observed the bedlam with a look of boredom.

He had fashioned that spear in a mere five minutes.

To these individuals, it was a legendary relic of the gods.

To him, it was just a fishing lure.

He wanted to determine exactly how much liquid wealth these Original Races were concealing.

"Master, they are becoming quite enraged," Puffin chirped.

"Good," Ethan answered. "Let them battle. The more they exhaust on the spear, the more desperate they will become when the bloodline serums are revealed. That is when the real entertainment begins."

Down in the auditorium, two Origin Paragons from a minor race attempted to pool their resources to bid.

They were instantly overwhelmed by the sheer financial might of the Dragons.

This spear was a game reserved only for kings.

As the bidding climbed toward 12 billion, the air in the auction house grew thick with murderous intent.

The Eternal Sovereigns no longer watched the stage.

They were glaring at one another, their hands gripping their weapons.