My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 412: Auction

Ethan exited the Merchant Association building after finalizing his registration and obtaining the golden badge.

He paid no mind to the blushing elf receptionist or the intense stares of the staff members as he walked away.

His focus was already fixed on the future, mentally drafting the blueprints for an economic offensive designed to bring the Ice Dragons to their knees.

While his objective was absolute power, he did not seek the kind earned through the swing of a blade.

He had already reached a realm where his raw strength could fracture the very foundations of existence.

However, acting too overtly would draw the attention of the two Absolute Beings, those who monitored the multi-verse with predatory focus.

His plan required him to remain discreet, hidden within the "space cube" until he had grown strong enough to surpass them.

For the time being, his weapons of conquest would be bloodlines, immense wealth, and political influence.

“Puffin, it’s time to get to work,” Ethan murmured.

Rather than seeking out a modest storefront, Ethan approached the most prestigious real estate dealer in Flanoir City and demanded a full map of the capital.

With a nonchalant swipe of his spatial card, he finalized the purchase of a 100 square kilometer territory located in the city's prime center.

The massive plot cost him 500 million Origin Coins, a sum that Ethan considered nothing more than trivial pocket change.

Standing in the heart of the desolate, frost-covered land, he spoke softly.

“Time to decorate.”

He sought no architects and hired no laborers.

With a simple wave of his hand, the laws of Creation distorted to obey his command.

First, a colossal, magnificent wall surged from the ground, encircling the entire 100 square kilometer perimeter.

The barrier was forged from a dark, indestructible alloy, etched with shimmering golden runes.

Then, the main attraction appeared.

In a sudden burst of radiant light, a Primordial Tower manifested from the earth.

It ascended rapidly until it pierced the clouds, reaching a total height of 100 floors.

The design was unlike anything ever witnessed within the Dragon World.

It featured walls of translucent jade, pillars crafted from starlight, and windows forged from compressed diamond.

It was, without question, the most opulent structure in the history of the Ice Dragon Domain.

At the very peak, a massive, glowing sign materialized in a script that every race could comprehend.

“ETHAN HUNT.”

He would not hide behind the veil of a corporate title.

He intended to transform his own name into the world's ultimate brand.

The sudden emergence of a skyscraper that dwarfed the Royal Palace sent the entire city into a state of paralyzed shock.

Merchants let their wares fall to the ground, while guards instinctively gripped their weapons.

Even the ancient Ancestors of the Great Families—beings residing in the Eternal Sovereign realm—opened their eyes in sheer disbelief.

Before any spies could be dispatched to investigate, a colossal projection flickered into existence in the sky above.

Ethan’s visage, in his cold and strikingly handsome Arch-Demon form, looked down upon the masses.

“I am Ethan Hunt,” his voice thundered, bolstered by his authority so that it resonated through every corner of the Ice Dragon Domain and into the neighboring dragon lands.

“I welcome everyone to my company. The day after tomorrow, I shall host the inaugural Grand Auction. I promise you treasures that this world has never before seen.”

The skyward projection shifted, displaying brief glimpses of the items for sale.

“We will put 10,000 Chaos Grade artifacts, 1,000 Axiom Grade artifacts, 100 Paragon level artifacts, and a single eternal artifact up for bid,” Ethan declared.

A collective gasp rose from the crowd.

A single Paragon artifact was enough to ignite a war, yet this man was offering one hundred, alongside an eternal artifact?

But Ethan had more to reveal.

“And finally, the crown jewel of my enterprise: The Serums.”

“First, the ‘Bloodline Awakening Serum.’ It is intended for those not born into the Original Races.”

“A single dose will trigger the dormant primeval blood within your veins.”

“You will no longer be relegated to the status of ‘lower’ races.”

He then displayed a vivid demonstration.

A frail youth from a weak fox tribe consumed the vial.

Instantly, his frame expanded with muscle, and his aura surged violently.

The golden specter of a Mighty Titan manifested behind him, showing he had become an instant powerhouse.

“And for the members of the Original Races,” Ethan continued, his eyes flashing, “I present the ‘Bloodline Evolution Serum.’”

“It can enhance your current potential by as much as 30%.”

“Lifespan, speed, and strength—all shall be yours.”

The subsequent advertisement depicted an Ice Dragon being tormented by a bully.

Upon drinking the evolution serum, his scales transformed into armor as hard as diamond.

He easily overpowered his rival with one hand and won over his romantic interest.

For thirty minutes, the projection showcased the magnificent power and glory these serums could provide.

Then, it vanished as abruptly as it had begun.

Flanoir City was no longer quiet; it had descended into a total riot.

People were shouting, others were scrambling to gather funds, and many were sending frantic messages back to their home worlds.

In the Royal Palace of the Ice Dragons, the Emperor sat upon his frost-throne, his face drained of color.

“Do you believe this new Demon merchant speaks the truth?” the Emperor inquired of his advisors.

“Sire,” a minister replied with a trembling voice, “we must verify this.”

“If he is a fraud, he will be executed for insulting the throne.”

“However, if he is telling the truth and we fail to act, the other Dragon Domains will evolve beyond us. We will be annihilated.”

The impact was even more profound among the "lower" races.

For eons, they had been nothing more than footstools for the dragons.

If they could awaken an original bloodline, they could finally stand as equals.

In the Saint House, Rose sat with her younger sister, Zara.

Both had witnessed the heavenly projection.

“Sister,” Zara whispered, “that man, Ethan Hunt... he seemed so familiar. Do you know him?”

Rose remained silent, her heart racing.

That frigid, handsome face in the sky felt like a memory she couldn't quite reach.

“I am not sure,” she murmured. “But we must attend the auction.”

“If that evolution serum is real, your bloodline will be strong enough for the Saint Trial. And Rey might finally awaken his own original bloodline.”

“Understood, sister,” Zara said, leaving to make preparations.

Rose stared out the window at the shimmering tower in the distance.

“Ethan Hunt... just who are you?”

The following day, Ethan remained sequestered within his tower.

With a mere thought, his Authority of Creation operated at peak efficiency.

Thousands of artifacts and glowing serum vials were materialized and secured in protective cases.

To him, this process was as effortless as breathing, yet to the rest of the world, it was a miracle.

Suddenly, his Merchant Association card began to pulse with a high-priority vibration.

“Hello, Ethan Hunt speaking,” he answered calmly.

“Sir Ethan!” the voice of the elf receptionist from the association cried out, sounding utterly overwhelmed.

“The entire world has gone mad!”

“Every influential family, the Royal Court, and even the neighboring Wind and Fire Dragon domains are flooding us with calls.”

“They are pleading with you to postpone the auction for seven days so their delegates can arrive in time!”

Ethan leaned back in his seat, watching Puffin toy with a Chaos Grade pearl.

“I am not delaying for anyone,” Ethan stated, his tone freezing and absolute.

“The schedule is fixed.”

“If they can arrive in time, they may participate. If they cannot, it is simply their misfortune.”

“My company does not wait for those who are slow.”

“But Sir! You are refusing Eternal Sovereigns and Royal Kings!”

“Then let them hurry,” Ethan replied before severing the connection.

He felt no need for politeness.

He wasn't a merchant seeking alliances; he was a predator intending to dominate the market.

By refusing to wait, he increased the perceived value of his products even further.

He forced the world to realize that the power resided with him, not them.

He glanced out the window at the thousands of people already camping outside his walls, desperately waiting for the doors to open.