My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 420: Banquet started

Turning away from the enigmatic demon, Ethan experienced no terror.

Rather, an unusual thrill stirred inside him.

He realized that launching his enterprise and hosting such a grand auction had made him a marked man.

Yet he was confident the demon wouldn't strike at him openly.

Such an action would shatter his disguise as an ordinary wanderer and notify the city's other Source Authority entities.

The assault would arrive eventually, and Ethan was prepared to face it head-on.

He had no desire to invite trouble.

However, should trouble seek him out, he would respond without mercy.

With Ethan departing, the demon in his wake dissolved into nothingness, leaving behind just a chill gust.

"A demon dared to be arrogant in front of me?" a voice murmured into the emptiness, accompanied by a sinister laugh.

"I’d like to see what kind of bloodline gives him such courage. Perhaps his heart will taste better than his words."

Ethan navigated the city with calm determination.

The following hours saw him exploring numerous stores.

He aimed to broaden his horizons.

Though his Authority of Creation let him craft any item, flawless mental images were required to unlock their full power.

He sought to absorb all the world's knowledge, enabling him to invent, enhance, and profit from his creations.

Finally, he stepped into a luxurious armory.

Shelves displayed gleaming swords and sturdy plating.

Ethan examined the wares.

The majority were ordinary.

Blades capable of slicing peaks, lances that always struck true, and longbows firing beams of radiant energy.

Still, tucked in a grimy nook, a series of odd devices caught his eye.

They resembled lyres and pipes, yet forged from robust, spell-infused alloys.

"What are these?" Ethan inquired of the proprietor.

The owner was an aged Ice Dragon, his hide pale like fresh frost.

The fellow glanced up, his gaze weary.

"Those are sound weapons. They generate shockwaves based on the wielder's force and tempo."

"The tones can soothe like a cradle song or ravage like a symphony of ruin. They work well up to the Genesis realm."

Ethan lifted a compact silver tuning fork.

He sensed its tremors.

A concept started shaping in his thoughts.

A sonic armament, but superior.

He envisioned a tool at the Eternal level, the Lament of the Void.

It wouldn't merely generate sound.

It could obliterate timelines and wipe out foes across multiple realities at once.

He toured additional establishments, mentally recording styles, energy frameworks, and the substances employed by native artisans.

As the moons ascended, his head swirled with fresh designs.

The time had been productively invested.

With dusk descending, Ethan headed toward the grand Royal Castle at the center.

The avenues teemed with folks en route to the feast.

The Ice Dragon monarchy aimed to build ties with Rose, and Melida had consented to the gathering.

They probably anticipated Ethan's attendance too.

Within the fortress, activity buzzed.

In a secluded chamber, humans clustered near Rose.

"Sis, Mr. Hunt transformed our lives overnight. We ought to express our gratitude, yeah?" Zara said, admiring herself in a mirror of magical frost.

Beside them lounged a bunch who appeared puzzled yet joyful.

There was Elizabeth, Rose’s mother.

Anna and Elina, Ethan’s two mothers.

His sister Erina.

His fathers Albert and Jack.

And the grandfathers.

All were present, clad in elegant fabrics unused for ages.

Yet none recalled Ethan's identity.

To them, he was simply the "Mr. Hunt" behind the enigmatic spire.

"Ethan Hunt, eh? We're Hunts as well. Quite the twist, right?" Jack chuckled, toasting with Albert.

They lacked full awareness of their connections.

But an innate feeling assured them of their bond.

"Tell me, daughter," Elizabeth queried Rose playfully.

"Is he truly so remarkable? You soften whenever his name comes up."

Rose averted her gaze, a faint flush tinting her face.

"I don’t know. He’s superior to the dragons, for sure. But until my memories return, no man will get too near."

"Do you believe he’ll attend this evening?" Erina wondered excitedly.

"I’m eager to encounter the one who granted Zara that incredible card!"

Zara beamed with pride.

"Oh, he’ll come. I’m certain. I’ll present you! Perhaps he’ll offer you one as well."

"I get a 90% discount on everything! It’s so cool."

The kin shared a hearty laugh.

For years, they’d endured enslavement as "inferior" humans.

Mostly 4th or 5th-dimensional, deemed the basest in a draconic realm.

They’d persisted thanks to Rose’s gifts, yet in constant dread.

This night, humanity reclaimed them.

A rap sounded on the entrance.

"My lady, the visitors are gathering. The moment has arrived."

Rose guided her relatives to the grand hall.

Melida greeted them at the threshold.

"My child, you appear splendid," Melida remarked with genuine warmth.

She eyed the humans trailing Rose with subtle scorn, swiftly masking it.

"Let’s proceed. I’ll ensure no fellow troubles you this night."

The feast unfolded in a vast, exposed meadow inside the castle grounds.

It was stunning.

Illuminated by hovering gems and adorned with eternal frost carvings.

As Rose appeared, silence enveloped the assembly.

She resembled a divine beauty.

Her icy presence and pale dress evoked a regal sovereign.

"She truly is a calamity-level stunner," a dragon aristocrat murmured to his companion.

At present, Rose’s prestige soared highest.

As the Leading Saintess, she headed the youth of the full Ice Dragon lineage.

Youthful elites from Fire, Lightning, and Poison clans gazed at her with ravenous stares.

Nevertheless, Melida gestured dismissively.

A glowing azure shield enveloped Rose and her kin.

"No males may near the Saintess or her blood," Melida declared icily.

Her tone, backed by Eternal Sovereign might, quelled all protests.

The event continued.

Guests dined, swirled in dances, and gossiped softly.

Many sought breaches in the shield, but none succeeded.

Then Prince Trian made his entrance.

Spotting the barrier, he grinned.

He assumed Melida guarded Rose on his behalf.

He approached the azure glow’s border, exuding assurance.

"Congratulations, Rose!" he shouted.

"Lady Melida, allow me entry to rejoice with my betrothed."

Melida regarded him with utter disinterest.

"Sorry, Prince Trian. You’re forbidden from approaching her."

Trian’s grin faded.

"What? Ms. Melida, she’s my fiancée! How dare you obstruct me?"

"Rose holds no interest in you," Melida stated bluntly.

"And she was never your fiancée. The pact is void."

Trian’s visage flushed violet in anger.

His guardian, the Fire Dragon Sovereign, advanced.

"Clever maneuver, Melida. But is clashing with the Fire Dragon Royals worthwhile for a mere alliance with that Demon?"

Melida remained unmoved.

"That concerns you not. Partake of the meal."

Trian neared eruption when he observed an anomaly.

A figure in a plain black cloak strode steadily amid the throng.

He wasn’t draconic, nor did he seem elite.

To the crowd’s shock and dismay, the individual ignored the barrier entirely.

He didn’t even pause.

He passed directly through the blue radiance like mere fabric.

He neared Rose, positioned with her clan.

He lowered his hood.

A countenance emerged that dwarfed nearby dragon elites.

"Congratulations, Lady Rose," Ethan uttered with an alluring grin.

The whole meadow hushed.

Trian bellowed in wrath.

But Ethan spared him no glance.

His eyes fixed solely on Rose and his kin, whom he hadn’t beheld in ages.