My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 414: Everyone entered the auction room

Ethan’s phantom image hung suspended in the firmament, his gaze drifting over the vast assembly with the detached indifference of a merchant. In his Arch-Demon form, his sharp, frigid features gave him the regal air of a sovereign surveying his lowly subjects.

"The rates I previously announced apply only to the standard seating in the main hall," Ethan’s voice boomed across the area. "However, for those who prioritize their prestige and seclusion, I have commissioned VIP suites. For the privilege of overseeing the auction in total luxury, the costs are as follows:"

[Tier 1 VIP Suite: 1 million Origin Coins]

[Tier 2 VIP Suite: 2 million Origin Coins]

[Tier 3 VIP Suite: 5 million Origin Coins, featuring exclusive service from our specialized maids.]

Ethan showed no compassion. He was fully aware that his inventory—the bloodline serums and top-tier artifacts—consisted of treasures these people would endure any hardship to possess.

If they desired such opulence, they would be forced to drain their clan treasuries before the first lot was even presented.

"Payments may be processed immediately," Ethan declared.

A translucent blue interface materialized before every guest, displaying a sophisticated payment system. The attendees merely had to choose their preferred level and tap their spatial rings or credit cards against the glowing screen.

"His prices are extortionate! What a rapacious scoundrel!" many grumbled, their expressions contorting with irritation as they read the figures.

Yet, despite their insults, not a single Eternal Sovereign opted for the main hall. To do so would be to publicly brand themselves as "destitute" in front of their peers.

All 79 Eternal Sovereigns, Lady Melida and the Fire Dragon elders included, swallowed their pride and selected the Tier 3 VIP suites. They could not suffer the loss of face, even if a mere seat cost them five million coins.

An hour passed before the obsidian gates of the manor creaked open.

As the doors swung wide, a powerful, concentrated medicinal aroma erupted like a surging tide. The atmosphere was no longer just chilly; it was sweet and saturated with thick spiritual energy.

Ethan had utilized his abilities to line the walkways with supreme-grade fruit trees and ancient botanical specimens. These were no mere decorations; every plant was a rarity capable of helping an Origin Paragon shatter their Cultivation bottlenecks.

The visitors, particularly the elders and alchemists, felt their throats tighten. Their eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of "Nine-Leaf Phoenix Grass" and "Dragon-Blood Ginseng" growing along the path as if they were common weeds.

A few of the more avaricious cultivators, losing their restraint, lunged toward the flora.

However, before a single leaf could be plucked, an oppressive and suffocating pressure crashed down upon them, driving them face-first into the soil.

"These specimens are for display only," the Origin Paragon General guarding the entrance stated in a frigid, robotic tone. "Any theft will result in a permanent expulsion from the Ethan Hunt Company. If you persist, your life shall be the forfeit."

The Eternal Sovereigns observed this scene with narrowed eyes.

They were starting to understand that this location was more than a merchant’s shop; it was a fortified stronghold.

The sheer quantity of Axiom Dominion guards patrolling the grounds was breathtaking. Never before had they witnessed so many elite warriors gathered in one place to serve a solitary master.

"This Ethan Hunt... his lineage must be terrifying," Melida murmured to herself. "He might belong to the core bloodline of the Origin Demon Race."

Their astonishment only intensified as they ventured further into the estate.

The thousand maids Ethan had summoned were stationed at every doorway and junction. The young Young Masters felt their pulses quicken at the sight.

The elegance and beauty of these attendants were so profound that the famous "Ice Princesses" of the Dragon World seemed mediocre by comparison.

Every guest received a gracious welcome and a beverage pressed from divine fruits that would typically cost a king's ransom.

The level of hospitality was so extravagant that even the most skeptical elders began to feel that their five million coin entry fee was a bargain.

Nevertheless, the true shock awaited them at the tower's entrance.

Leaning against a pillar in a shadowed corner was a figure in pristine white armor, a sword gripped in his hand. He resembled a legendary knight from ancient myths.

The aura radiating from him was hushed yet bone-chilling. He was the supreme commander of the Eternal Sovereign rank.

As the Eternal Sovereigns passed him, their skin crawled. It felt as though they were walking past a dormant volcano that could incinerate them on a whim.

"He is more than just a demon," a Fire Dragon elder whispered, his voice trembling. "He is supported by a monster."

The auction took place on the tenth floor.

Upon arrival, the guests found Ethan himself waiting at the grand hall’s entrance. He was no longer a mere projection; he stood there in person, his Arch-Demon form exuding a cold, mesmerizing charisma.

He greeted the VIPs with a stiff, professional inclination of his head.

"Mr. Hunt, you are truly extraordinary. Meeting you is a privilege!" many Eternal Sovereigns exclaimed, their words dripping with flattery now that they suspected his high status.

Ethan offered only the briefest of polite smiles, his expression bored, until Rose appeared.

The moment she exited the elevator, Ethan’s entire aura shifted. The frost in his eyes melted, replaced by a warmth so sincere it startled everyone in the vicinity.

"It is an honor to welcome you, Lady Rose," Ethan said, moving toward her while disregarding everyone else. "Your beauty is even more striking in person. Might I interest you in a private refreshment before we commence?"

Rose hesitated, her frigid gaze meeting his intense crimson eyes.

That peculiar sensation tugged at her heart once more—a confusing feeling of security and recognition that defied logic.

But before she could respond, Trian moved to block her, his face flushed with envy.

"She is my betrothed, you brat! Keep your distance!" Trian bellowed. "I don't care if you are an Origin Demon or not. This is the Dragon World, my domain. Do not force me to end your life."

Ethan didn't even acknowledge Trian’s presence, treating him like an annoying insect. His focus remained entirely on Rose.

"If a drink is asking too much, then please... accept this instead," Ethan said, extending his hand.

A radiant, glowing violet card materialized in his palm.

"This is a Black Diamond Card. It grants you a 50% discount on any purchase today. I insist you take it."

Zara, standing behind her sister, looked from Ethan to the fuming Trian.

In her estimation, Ethan was superior in every category—wealthier, more powerful, and far more attractive.

Rose prepared to refuse, her dignity as a Saint preventing her from accepting such a lavish gift.

However, Zara was quicker.

She snatched the card from the air.

"Thank you, sir! I’ll be sure to mention your kindness to my sister!" Zara chirped, wearing a broad grin.

Ethan laughed softly, his eyes crinkling in a way that caused Rose’s heart to flutter.

"Lady Zara is indeed very thoughtful," Ethan remarked.

With a flick of his wrist, a Golden Card appeared.

"Since you are so pleasant, take this for yourself. It is a 90% discount card, soul-bound to you alone. No one else can utilize it, not even your sister."

He gave Zara a subtle wink.

She was his sister-in-law, after all. He intended to pamper her until the memories of her past suffering faded away.

Zara felt an odd sense of comfort from Ethan, feeling more protected near him than near her own Master.

She gleefully tucked the cards into her robes.

"Zara! Control yourself! Return those at once!" Rose snapped, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment.

Zara looked startled and moved to return them, but Ethan gently raised a hand to stop her.

"Please, let her keep them," Ethan said quietly. "Consider it a gesture of my friendship toward Lady Zara. Your status as the 'Ice Princess' has no bearing on this."

Trian was now seething with homicidal fury.

This was the second time today he had been utterly disregarded—first by the woman he desired, and now by a man he viewed as a lowly "merchant dog."

He opened his mouth to command his bodyguards to strike.

But Ethan finally shifted his gaze toward him.

The warmth vanished instantly, replaced by a demonic red glare that felt like a physical hand squeezing Trian’s throat.

"If you make one more disruptive sound," Ethan whispered, his voice vibrating with hidden power, "I will blackball you from my company forever. And believe me, you do not want to know what happens when I stop viewing you as a client."

Trian’s guardian, the Fire Dragon elder, immediately grabbed the prince's shoulder and pulled him back.

"Your Highness... let this go. For now."

Trian ground his teeth but remained quiet.

Shortly after, the guests began filing into their assigned VIP rooms.

As Rose walked toward her suite, she stole one final glance back at Ethan.

"Who is this demon?" she wondered, her thoughts a chaotic mess.

"And why... why do I feel no revulsion in his presence?"

Inside his private booth, Ethan watched the door close behind her.