My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 413: Ethan Hunt’s rule

The auction's organization was centered on more than just the merchandise; it was designed to establish an aura of absolute, staggering magnificence.

Ethan understood that within the Origin World, the only dialect truly acknowledged was power.

To force the Ice Dragons and the rest of the Original Races into submission, he needed to display a magnitude of opulence and capability that surpassed their wildest fantasies.

First, Ethan focused his efforts on the hospitality staff.

Ordinary servants would not suffice for his vision.

Utilizing his Authority of Creation, he brought one thousand maids into existence.

He modeled them after the most exquisite female figures he could conceive—beings of flawless elegance draped in sophisticated, flowing attire that glinted like moonlight.

Their role was to guide the attendees and ensure that every desire of the high-tier bidders was satisfied immediately.

However, aesthetic appeal was only half the battle.

He also required a security force made of iron.

With a simple motion of his hand, a massive military force materialized within the 100-square-kilometer compound.

One million soldiers, each possessing the rank of Axiom Dominion, stood in flawless ranks.

Their plate armor was as dark as the void, and their mere presence caused the atmosphere to grow heavy.

Commanding this legion were one thousand generals, every one of them an Origin Paragon.

To finalize this martial display, Ethan manifested a Supreme Commander.

An Eternal Sovereign whose killing intent was so sharp it seemed capable of slicing through the fabric of space.

He crafted these sentinels based on the most iconic legendary warriors from his memories, instilling in them a cold, unwavering mechanical devotion.

Lastly, Ethan designed the "voice" of his enterprise.

He created a humanoid automaton, yet this was far from a basic machine.

It was an entity at the Source Authority realm.

This robot was meant to serve as the "Ancient Ancestor" of the firm—a quiet protector whose presence acted as a deterrent to any Absolute Beings lurking in the darkness.

To the public, it would appear to be the actual mastermind behind Ethan Hunt.

As the sun climbed the following morning, Ethan surveyed the scene from the summit of his spire.

The sight genuinely astonished him.

The area surrounding his indestructible fortifications was overflowing.

Though thousands had arrived, the caliber of the assembly was what truly mattered.

His divine sense identified no fewer than 79 Eternal Sovereigns, thousands of Origin Paragons, and a multitude of lower-ranked experts.

While scanning the mass of people, his heart skipped a beat.

His icy, demonic facade faltered for a brief moment as moisture filled his eyes.

He made no attempt to suppress the tears.

Standing near the primary entrance was a group escorted by a woman of the Eternal Sovereign rank.

But Ethan’s focus was not on the leader.

His gaze was locked onto four faces he could never possibly forget.

Rose.

Zara.

Ryan.

And Riya.

“Finally... we meet again, my dear,” Ethan murmured, his voice heavy with sentiment.

He regained his composure quickly, drying his eyes and restoring his stern expression.

He wasn't prepared to disclose his real identity quite yet.

However, his happiness was instantly eclipsed by a surging, lethal rage.

A faction from the Fire Dragon race had moved toward Rose’s companions.

At their front was a good-looking man wearing a smug, conceited smirk.

"Hello, Lady Melida," the man remarked, bowing to the Eternal Sovereign woman guiding Rose’s party.

"It is a pleasure to see you once more. You look stunning."

"Hello, nephew Trian," Melida, the woman, answered with a kind smile.

She served as Rose’s current mentor, and it was obvious she favored the prince of the Fire Dragons.

"You are as graceful as ever."

Trian then shifted his attention toward Rose.

His gaze was filled with a possessive, oily desire that made Ethan’s skin crawl.

"Lady Rose, we meet again," Trian remarked smoothly.

"I told you, I am not going to leave your side. I love you."

Rose didn't even acknowledge him with a glance.

Her expression was a mask of frost, her eyes vacant and cold.

For some reason, she felt a deep physical loathing whenever men like Trian came near her.

It felt as though her very soul was waiting for someone else.

"Rose!" Melida barked, her tone turning chilly.

"You should try to remember your place. Be polite to Trian. He will be your husband soon. This alliance is vital for the Ice Dragon race."

"Master," Rose stated, her voice devoid of emotion yet resolute.

"I will not get married. It is as simple as that."

Melida’s face flushed crimson with fury.

She lifted her hand, her Eternal Sovereign aura surging, prepared to strike Rose for her insubordination.

But Trian reached out and grabbed her wrist, playing the role of the "kind" protector.

"She is still muddle-headed, Lady Melida," Trian said with a dishonest smile.

"Don’t force her. Once she realizes there is no one better than me in this world, she will fall for me naturally."

"Dream on," Zara whispered from the side, folding her arms.

"What did you say, you little bitch?" one of Trian’s followers bellowed, moving forward aggressively.

Rose’s eyes locked onto the henchman.

The local temperature plummeted a hundred degrees in an instant.

"Say another word to her, and you die," she hissed.

The follower froze, paralyzed by the raw murderous intent in her tone.

Trian simply brushed it off with a laugh.

"Ah, the doors are opening soon. Why don’t we enter together?"

Suddenly, Ethan’s colossal projection reappeared in the heavens.

Next to his image, a shimmering scroll rolled open, detailing the admission costs for the auction.

The assembly fell silent as they scanned the peculiar requirements:

Primordial Realm: 100 Origin Coins

Genesis Realm: 1,000 Origin Coins

Axiom Dominion: 10,000 Origin Coins

Origin Paragon: 100,000 Origin Coins

Eternal Sovereign: 1,000,000 Origin Coins

Source Authority: Free

Ladies named Rose and Zara: Free

Gentleman named Trian: 10 times the normal price

The list ignited an immediate commotion.

People were scratching their heads, baffled by how personal the regulations were.

Zara erupted in laughter, nudging Rose’s shoulder.

"Sis! Looks like the new owner of this tower has gone crazy for your beauty! It’s a shame you aren’t getting married, because this guy is definitely a fan."

Rose observed the projection with a conflicted look.

She felt a strange sensation in her heart, but she dismissed it.

"My name is Rose," she called out toward the spire, her voice icy.

"But if you do not take money from me, I will not enter. I do not accept charity from strangers."

Inside the penthouse office, Ethan grinned.

That was his Rose.

Obstinate to the very end.

The projection shimmered, and Ethan’s voice boomed out.

"My lady, you are so serious. Very well, you may pay for yourself, but please... let me at least treat Lady Zara."

Rose didn't push the issue further.

She handed over her 1,000 coins with a rigid motion.

Behind her, Ryan joined in, waving his hand in a friendly manner.

"Hey, sir! I am with Lady Rose. Can me and my wife get a discount?"

Ethan observed Ryan through the projection.

Viewing his old comrade made him feel sentimental.

"Fine," Ethan’s voice answered with a trace of mock annoyance.

"But you have to massage my shoulder later."

Ryan blinked in surprise.

"What? That’s a weird deal, but okay!"

However, the lighthearted mood was destroyed.

One of the Fire Dragon elders, an Eternal Sovereign standing behind Trian, stepped out and bellowed.

"What kind of bullshit prank is this?! Why does a male named Trian have to pay ten times the price? And what is this behavior? Can’t you see so many Eternal Sovereigns are standing here? How dare you make them wait outside and pay such insulting fees?"

The elder unleashed his aura, attempting to exert pressure on the structure.

But before his power could even reach the walls, one of the Origin Paragon Generals at the entrance hoisted a spear.

The elder's pressure was instantly neutralized.

"The rules of Ethan Hunt are the rules of the universe," the general declared, his voice frigid and robotic.

"Pay the fee, or leave. If you roar again, your soul will be extinguished."

The Fire Dragon elder turned ghostly pale.

He realized he couldn’t even fathom the true depth of the general’s strength.

Trian, his face contorted with shame, realized he was forced to pay 100,000 Origin Coins just to step inside.

He glared at the tower, his eyes burning with hatred.

"Ethan Hunt... you are playing with fire."