My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 417: The auction is over
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The roar of the audience surged forward like a tangible tide.
The lesser races, often dismissed as the mere "dust" of the Dragon World, finally broke their long-held silence.
In Ryan, they witnessed a shining beacon of possibility.
Witnessing a human stand twelve feet tall while radiating the aura of a Primordial Titan convinced them that their own fates were no longer carved in stone.
The auction host allowed the thunderous applause to echo for a full minute before she signaled for quiet with raised hands.
Her sharp smile revealed her awareness that she now held the keys to the entire kingdom.
"As you have witnessed," she declared, her voice projected to every corner of the auditorium, "this miracle is undeniable. We have four vials of the Bloodline Awakening Serum left."
"These substances are the ultimate tools for forging the destiny of any lower race."
"We will not set a starting price for these remaining items. They will go to the highest bidder. Let the bidding begin!"
The hall instantly transformed into a fierce battlefield.
The struggle was no longer merely about wealth.
It had become a fight for the very survival and advancement of entire species.
"Eight billion Origin Coins!" a spokesperson for the Gnoll Tribes screamed.
"Nine billion!" a leader of the Cat-folk barked out.
"Ten billion!"
The atmosphere wasn't quite as suffocatingly tense as the conflict over the white spear, primarily because the Eternal Sovereigns were hoarding their resources for the evolution serums.
Nevertheless, for the lower races, this moment represented their entire future.
The price tag escalated by billions with every passing second.
Watching from his private booth, Ethan reclined in his stardust chair.
A sense of profound tranquility washed over him.
Utilizing his Authority of Creation, he had fashioned these serums from his very own essence.
Each individual who ingested them was effectively taking a piece of him into their physical form.
He wasn't simply marketing a product.
He was sowing the seeds of a loyalty that would flourish when he eventually chose to ascend to the realm of gods.
Ultimately, the first of the remaining four vials was claimed by a Snake-man representative for 12 billion Origin Coins.
The subsequent three vials followed that same trend, fetching between 12 and 13 billion each.
The riches flowing into Ethan’s accounts were already reaching a scale that could purchase entire star systems.
The host signaled for the stage to be vacated.
The air grew heavy with anticipation once more.
Now, it was time for the "Original" races—the Dragons, the Phoenixes, and the high-tier elemental beings—to compete.
"And now," the host spoke in a low tone, "would any of our distinguished guests care to sample the Bloodline Evolution Serum?"
"This is not meant to wake a sleeping bloodline, but to purify and evolve one that is already active."
The high-ranking nobles remained wary, yet their avarice was beginning to triumph.
They had all seen Ryan’s incredible change.
If a mere human could transform into a Titan, what could a Dragon achieve?
Inside the booth of Prince Trian, the young royal turned his gaze toward his most devoted follower, a high-level Salamander warrior.
The Salamander possessed roughly 70% Fire Dragon purity; he was powerful, yet still considered "impure" by the standards of the true royals.
"Go," Trian commanded.
"Test its effects for me."
The subordinate’s eyes grew wide.
He was struck by a wave of intense gratitude.
He mistakenly believed his prince was granting him a celestial gift out of affection.
"Thank you, my lord! I shall remain by your side until my final breath!"
The Salamander rushed toward the stage.
He looked at the host with a wild, enthusiastic grin.
"Please, my lady. Allow me to serve as your test subject."
The host gave an elegant bow and passed him the golden vial.
Without pausing for a moment, the warrior pulled the cork and drained the liquid in a single gulp.
BOOM!
The physical reaction was incredibly violent.
The warrior released a chilling scream and fell to the floor.
His form immediately shifted into his true Salamander shape, a gargantuan, lizard-like beast covered in thick scales.
But then, those scales started to peel away.
He thrashed in agony for ten grueling minutes.
The spectators watched with a blend of dread and intense curiosity.
Gradually, the Salamander’s frame began to stretch and lengthen.
Two massive horns erupted from his skull, and his lackluster scales were replaced by glowing, ruby-red plates that emitted blistering heat.
As the radiance dimmed, a true—or nearly true—Fire Dragon stood upon the stage.
His bloodline purity had surged past the 90% threshold.
He had transitioned from a "lesser" dragon kin into a near-pure-blood royal.
The silence that followed was chilling.
Every noble present understood the implications.
This organization didn't just possess quality goods.
They held the capability to reorganize the hierarchy of the entire Dragon World and all other origin worlds.
With sufficient wealth, one could literally purchase the status of a god.
"Fifty billion!" Trian bellowed from his booth, his voice trembling with a mixture of terror and insanity.
"Fifty billion for the next vial! Anyone who dares to outbid me is declaring war against the Fire Dragon Royal Family!"
The other clans ground their teeth in frustration.
Trian was behaving like a madman, but three more vials remained after this one.
It wasn't worth igniting a world war over the first vial when others were still available.
Trian claimed the first evolution serum for 50 billion.
In the booth of Lady Melida, Rose was shaking.
She had witnessed Ryan’s success and the Dragon’s metamorphosis.
She turned to Melida with eyes full of desperation.
"Master... do you think you could purchase one vial for me? For Zara? For our future?"
Melida didn’t even glance at her.
Her voice was as frigid as the Ice Dragon domain she called home.
"You don't need me to buy it, Rose. You must ask the owner yourself."
"I suspect he would be more than happy to give you a vial for free if you play your cards correctly."
Rose felt her heart plummet.
"Master?"
"I will no longer force you to remain with Trian," Melida whispered, her eyes locked on the stage.
"However, you must forge a friendship with the master of this tower."
"There is no room for negotiation on this matter."
"Should you fail to establish a connection with Ethan Hunt, I will personally revoke Zara’s eligibility for the Saint Trial."
Rose felt as though she had been struck in the stomach.
The woman she had regarded as a mother figure for years was now treating her like a mere commodity to be swapped for business gains.
Standing behind her, Zara squeezed her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned pale.
Ethan, perched in the highest booth, overheard every syllable through the tower’s surveillance system.
His eyes shifted to a dark, lethal shade of red.
"Old hag," he muttered to the vacant room.
"I believe you have lived long enough. It is probably time for you to die."
The bidding for the last three vials of evolution serum escalated to a frantic peak.
Without Trian’s overt threats obstructing them, the moguls and Elders went into a frenzy.
Each of the three vials was sold for more than 50 billion Origin Coins.
As the gavel came down for the final time, the host performed a deep bow.
"The auction has officially concluded," she announced.
"Thank you for participating in history with the Ethan Hunt Company."
In the span of a single afternoon, Ethan had accumulated nearly 300 billion Origin Coins.
It was a fortune that matched the entire national treasury of some smaller races.
More significantly, he had demonstrated to the world that the power of evolution resided in his hands.
As the stage lights began to fade, not a single soul moved to depart.
The 79 emperors, the royal guardians, and the corporate tycoons all lingered by their doors.
They had no desire to go home.
They wanted an audience.
They were desperate to meet the enigmatic Demon who had just upended their entire world.
They recognized that from this moment forward, the economy and the power dynamics of all races would be governed by one man.
And they were frantic to secure a place on his good side.