My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 423: Announcement of another auction

The banquet's vast clearing fell into a profound silence.

Just moments before, the atmosphere had pulsed with the scorching fury of the fire dragon, yet now it chilled into an eerie calm.

That quiet weighed down heavily, charged with the stunned disbelief of thousands who had witnessed the unthinkable.

An Eternal Sovereign had vanished completely.

It wasn't from a drawn-out fight where he was beaten.

No injuries marked him at all.

He just stopped existing, plain and simple.

Leaders from the diverse races froze like stone figures.

Their eyes refused to accept the sight.

For ages, whispers about Ethan Hunt centered on his vast fortune.

Folks murmured he was merely an heir backed by a fearsome lineage and immense clout.

They figured his strength stemmed from the "family" propping him up.

How mistaken they all were.

Melida sensed her throat drying out.

She gulped down slowly, her fingers still quivering from the lingering power in the air.

"He can kill an Eternal Sovereign?" she murmured to herself.

"We were all wrong. He isn’t just a man with a powerful background. He is a catastrophe on his own. He doesn’t need anyone to protect him."

Her eyes shut as she reached out to feel his vital aura once more.

"But his life breath is so young... it feels like he is the same age as Rose. It’s not possible. How can someone so young possess the power to delete an Eternal Sovereign from reality?"

Ethan paid no mind to her bewilderment.

He hovered in the sky a bit longer.

Shards of light from the shattered chandeliers outlined his form, lending an air of serene, devilish pride.

Below on the ground, Zara edged closer to her sibling, eyes stretched wide.

Normally the liveliest of them, even she dropped to a hushed tone in shock.

"He looks so handsome, don’t you think so, sis?"

Zara nudged Rose gently.

"He looks like a dark god."

Rose held off on replying right away.

Her thoughts wandered elsewhere.

She'd encountered plenty of mighty figures, princes, and fighters, yet Ethan stood apart.

A wild, perilous allure clung to him, both frightening and captivating in equal measure.

The nudge from Zara startled her back to the moment.

A faint blush colored her face, and she averted her gaze swiftly, struggling to compose herself.

The room's vibe transformed in a flash.

Dread lingered on, but a wave of sycophantic admiration now overlaid it.

Among the mighty, raw strength alone commanded true reverence.

Envoys from the other dragon clans—the Lightning Dragons and the Poison Dragons—acted first.

They avoided even glancing at the void left by their erased fire dragon kin.

Instead, they hurried over to where Ethan descended.

"It is a true honor to meet you, Mr. Hunt!"

A Lightning Dragon elder declared, bending so deeply his brow nearly grazed the ground.

Folks from the minor races went further still.

Not mere bows for them; they groveled outright.

To them, Ethan transcended guest status now.

He embodied a deity capable of reshaping destinies.

Slaying a Fire Dragon royal meant gearing up to wipe out their whole kind.

Yet Ethan handled it as casually as brushing off an insect.

Ethan touched down gently and smoothed his black coat.

His eyes scanned the gathering, lingering on each cluster.

"I can see members from the Lightning Dragon and Poison Dragon races are here," Ethan said.

A faint grin tugged at his mouth.

"Why don’t you stay in the city for a few days? I’ve decided to throw another grand auction."

A frantic buzz erupted through the chamber.

"An auction, sir?" someone ventured.

"Yes," Ethan nodded.

"To celebrate. I’ve just been invited to Lady Rose’s family home to eat whenever I want. That deserves a celebration."

Such a offhand excuse nearly mocked the fallen prince, though none voiced objection.

Rather, kin from the two dragon clans and the minor races—particularly those absent from the prior event—sensed their pulses quicken with thrill.

"Are you telling the truth, sir?"

A Poison Dragon envoy inquired, tone quivering.

"Can you tell us what we might expect to see there?"

Ethan regarded them steadily, face serene.

"There will be three Eternal-grade weapons. I will also provide 15 vials of Bloodline Awakening Serum and 15 vials of Bloodline Evolution Serum."

He halted, allowing the impact to settle.

Yet more lay ahead.

"And finally," Ethan announced, his words resounding across the space,

"there will be a Bloodline Refining Cultivation Technique."

"This technique allows the lesser races to refine their newly awakened original bloodlines to 100% purity, allowing them to become a true member of that race."

The whole hall seized up once again that evening.

If the prince's demise shook them, this hit like a seismic upheaval.

Gulps echoed sharply in the hush.

The minor races reeled the hardest.

Since birth, they'd served as the "servant" breeds.

Even bloodline awakenings yielded feeble results, perhaps 5% or 10% strength.

Never deemed authentic dragons or phoenixes.

Mere echoes, at best.

"Master Hunt..."

A lesser race individual uttered, voice breaking as he dropped to his knees.

"Would you be kind enough to say what you just said at last? One more time?"

Ethan eyed the fellow.

"A bloodline refining technique."

"It will refine an awakened bloodline to 100% purity."

"And it’s not just for the newly awakened. Even those who already have 50% or 60% purity can use it to reach the peak."

At once, every lesser race attendee knelt down.

"Sir! Please, sir!" they pleaded.

"Would you be willing to hold this auction in ten days? Please! Give us some time to gather our money."

Tremors of fervent longing gripped them.

This went beyond wealth; it promised eternal transformation of their paths.

Even elite figures from the Lightning and Poison Dragon clans shook.

Numerous had offspring or descendants cursed with tainted blood.

In their world, such heirs were doomed to mediocrity.

Shunned, stripped of inheritance, viewed as disappointments.

Securing this method would elevate their young to "true" status.

Global hierarchies would realign entirely.

Still, amid the thrill and optimism filling the space, peril lurked beneath.

Not all welcomed this shift.

The "True" Royal Families, perched at the pinnacle, drew dominion from their flawless 100% bloodlines.

Should all ascend to "True" rank, their dominance would crumble.

Without "lesser" folk, whom would they command?

By peddling 100% purity to any bidder, Ethan surpassed mere commerce.

He challenged the very foundations of their societal structure.

Ethan grasped this fully.

He noted the avarice gleaming in their stares, alongside the dread.

He realized word of this auction would soon spread far past these walls.

But glancing at Rose and her kin, Ethan appeared untroubled.

"Ten days it is then," Ethan said, turning to walk away.