My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 438: Going to the Land of Ancients
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With a gaze fierce enough to liquefy iron, the Daemon Prince fixed his eyes on him.
Ethan gave a nod in the prince's direction.
Even amid the universe-shaking risks, his tone stayed steady and businesslike.
"If you're only after examining my approach, that's no issue at all," Ethan stated.
"However, these visitors came to compete for that very method."
"I always keep my promises."
"I won't just hand the method over to you without letting them have their shot at the auction as agreed."
A deep wave of admiration washed over the leaders present, ancient entities who had endured ages and shattered planets.
In a cosmos where strength often shaped right and wrong, Ethan upheld a trader's code even against the dread presence of the Ancients.
As one, they rose, pulled by some unseen force.
"We thank you, Mr. Hunt," they intoned together, bowing low.
Such a moment was unheard of.
Beings at the Source Authority level expressing true appreciation to a seller.
Ethan struck them as more than a mere vendor.
He embodied honor, refusing to ditch his buyers for a flashier deal.
A flicker of astonishment crossed Prince Ryogu's features.
His pale, aura-free visage blinked in surprise.
"Really?"
Disappointment tinged his words, akin to a kid denied a plaything until mealtime.
"Yet the deal you proposed is far too tempting to ignore," Ethan went on.
A faint grin tugged at his mouth.
"The Tower of the Ancients has caught my curiosity."
"So, let me offer this in return."
"I'll assist in developing a bloodline purification method tailored just for the Daemon lineage."
"What do you think?"
Ryogu's transformation hit like lightning.
The icy detachment melted away.
In its place surged pure, youthful thrill.
"Are you serious?"
"You could craft a method suited to us?"
"Daemon physiology is old and intricate."
"Legends claim it's impossible to alter."
"In my establishment, no such thing exists as impossible," Ethan assured with firm assurance.
"So, take in the auction."
"Or, should the bidding grow dull, head to the Tower."
"Plenty of entertaining pursuits await."
"Diversions that could even invigorate an Ancient."
Ryogu inclined his head.
The motion conveyed real intrigue.
"Then we'll head there."
"Kindly provide an escort."
Ethan gestured toward the hall's rear.
A team of expertly skilled attendants advanced.
Their steps flowed with elegance.
Their faces held tranquil poise.
They guided the Daemons away.
As the colossal, fearsome forms of the Absolute Continuum protector and the Source Authority followers trailed the seemingly vulnerable prince from the chamber, the air at last settled into something resembling a standard auction vibe.
Ethan faced the lingering crowd once more.
"The disruption has ended."
"Time to resume the proceedings."
"We'll kick off with bids on the Source Authority grade armaments."
"Then, the Bloodline Refining Technique closes out the lots."
The chamber burst into fervor.
With the oppressive weight of the Ancients shifted upstairs, the regional overlords prepared to empty their vaults completely.
"One hundred billion Origin coins!" bellowed the envoy from the Origin Demon faction.
Desperation roughened his cry.
"One hundred twenty billion!" fired back a Genesis Vampire.
Crimson light flared in his eyes.
"One hundred fifty billion!" thundered the Fire Dragon Elder.
His exhalation scorched the atmosphere.
Bids soared to sums that dwarfed whole star systems' wealth.
At last, following an exhausting hour of fierce exchanges, the Phoenix clan claimed the chief weapon for an astonishing 1.5 trillion Origin coins.
They panted with effort.
Their coffers now felt empty.
Yet their place among elite forces was locked in.
"Now," Ethan announced, quelling the whispers.
"The highlight."
"The Bloodline Refining Technique."
"One caution."
"This edition works solely for individuals with at least fifty percent bloodline strength."
"If your lineage is too watered down, it won't take effect."
Tension gripped the assembly.
But Ethan lifted a palm.
"That said, whichever clan secures it, I'll adapt the method right here."
"It'll be tuned precisely to that clan's hereditary code."
"Thus, only your kin can wield it."
"Thieves making off with the scroll would find it worthless."
A unified breath of ease rippled across the space.
This guarantee sealed their confidence.
In such a realm, claiming a treasure was merely the initial struggle.
Defending it formed the rest.
Ethan's hereditary seal slashed the motive for rival clans to target the victor.
"Commence the bidding."
"One trillion!" the Vampire Progenitor hollered without delay.
He bypassed any preliminaries.
The audience drew in sharp breaths.
"What a rogue," somebody grumbled.
"Jumping straight to a trillion."
Yet the rivals refused to yield.
"One point five trillion!"
"Two trillion!"
"Three trillion!"
Electricity crackled in the chamber's atmosphere.
These coins transcended mere money.
They built the foundation of a people's tomorrow.
By five trillion, multiple clans withdrew.
Their spokespeople appeared decades older in moments.
"Six trillion," declared the Vampire Progenitor.
A triumphant, chilly smirk graced his lips.
He had hauled every coin available.
Victory seemed assured.
After endless moments of tense quiet, the gavel dropped.
"Sold!"
"To the Genesis Vampire clan for seven point five trillion Origin coins!"
"Well done," Ethan offered.
"You've acquired fate's turning point for your kind."
With a casual flick, Ethan summoned his Absolute Continuum might.
A shimmering script materialized overhead.
It pulsed with intense scarlet radiance.
He adjusted the symbols.
He integrated the unique rhythm of Genesis Vampire essence into the method's framework.
Next, he passed a luminous jade token to the Progenitor.
"Hold on!" rang a shout from the Dragon clan's area.
"Mr. Hunt!"
"We'll offer ten trillion!"
"Could you fashion a method for us too?"
Silence blanketed the hall.
The depth of the Tower Lord's ability dawned on them.
He didn't merely peddle goods.
He forged creations.
Ethan grinned.
This outcome was precisely his aim.
By dealing to all, he amassed fortune.
More crucially, he embedded his sway into the core of every cosmic powerhouse.
"Naturally," Ethan consented.
"I'm in trade."
"I never refuse paying patrons."
"Deliver the payment, and I'll devise a method for your unique ancestry."
A thunderous roar of approval erupted.
The rivalry's strain dissolved.
Frenzied efforts to gather resources took over.
"Sir, we'll deliver the sum in seven days!"
"Stay, please!"
As the top leaders dashed to their portals, a modest cluster neared the platform.
These hailed from minor lineages.
Ones whose heritages had faded almost to mortal levels.
Shame colored their faces.
They gripped modest pouches of currency.
Sums too paltry to hire even a single attendant here.
"Um... Mr...." a youthful fox-kin maiden stuttered.
Her gaze dropped to the floor.
"We lack trillions."
"Does that mean... we'll remain feeble forever?"
Ethan regarded them from above.
Not through compassion.
But via a dealer's reasoning.
"Many of you stem from the Grand Clans, correct?"
"Offshoots of the Dragons."
"Fragments of the Elves."
"No need for a ten-trillion-coin method."
"Simply apply the Bloodline Awakening Serums from my prior sales."
"After awakening, seek out your primal clans."
"Thanks to the fresh methods I'm granting them, they'll hunger for recruits to swell their numbers."
"You represent their overlooked strength."
The fox-kin maiden's eyes grew wide.
"So... they'd accept us?"
"When all are purifying their lines, every trace of related blood becomes valuable," Ethan implied.
"Depart."
"Reclaim your roots."
They departed brimming with fresh resolve.
Chins lifted proudly.
With the chamber cleared at last, Ethan faded from sight.
He materialized on the 80th level.
The Daemons awaited there.
He anticipated them in contemplation.
Or scrutinizing the tower's design.
Instead, the Absolute Continuum sentinel hammered away at a rapid Whack-a-Mole setup in the entertainment zone.
The Source Authority aides were engrossed in a vivid 4D theater show.
Prince Ryogu lounged at a coffee spot.
He sipped a vibrant azure drink.
His focus locked on a glowing virtual game.
Sensing Ethan's arrival, he startled a touch.
Embarrassment colored his look.
"You've constructed a captivating realm here, Ethan Hunt," Ryogu remarked.
He adjusted his attire.
Ethan took the seat opposite.
"Deals are wrapped for today."
"Now, onto your concerns."
"Provide a specimen of your clan's core."
"I'd like to understand why an elder race senses their bloodline's weakness."
Solemnity settled on Ryogu's face.
He nicked his fingertip.
A droplet resembling fluid nightstone hovered upward.
It vibrated with echoes like a far-off chorus.
"We were banished from a superior realm," Ryogu murmured.
"Long cycles back, our forebears plummeted to this inferior domain."
"The shift scarred our fundamental nature."
"We're mighty in this sphere, indeed."
"But mere echoes of our destined glory."
"Restoring our complete essence would elevate us beyond mere dominion."
"We'd surpass this existence altogether."
"Prince! That's a clan taboo!" the sentinel yelled from the game area.
He'd just caught the exchange.
"No matter," Ryogu dismissed with a gesture.
"Ethan qualifies as an ally."
"Or so I plan to make him."
Ethan examined the dark fluid.
It packed density.
Infinitely more layered than any essence from this plane.
"Consider this," Ethan proposed.
"I'd like to witness the Ancients' domain firsthand."
"A break sounds ideal."
"Plus, studying your people amid their home while shaping your method would prove optimal."
"Your thoughts?"
Excitement sparked in Ryogu's gaze.
"You'd visit our territory?"