My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 415: Bidding war

Ethan sat reclined against a chair of stardust silk within the sanctuary of his private booth, the sole Grade 5 VIP suite in the tower.

Upon his lap sat Puffin, contentedly snacking on a Chaos Grade grape.

Ethan gazed through the enchanted one-way glass, overlooking the vast expanse of the auction hall. Every one of the thousands of seats was occupied, and the atmosphere thrummed with a palpable, electric energy, fueled by the collective avarice of the sector’s most formidable entities.

"Alright, Puffin," Ethan murmured, a sharp radiance flickering in his gaze. "Shall we commence the auction?"

With a light touch, he activated a small rune embedded in his armrest.

The grand hall plunged into darkness instantly, save for a solitary, brilliant beam of light that illuminated the center stage.

The auctioneer Ethan had hand-picked made her entrance.

She possessed a transcendent beauty, draped in a gown that shimmered like the captured essence of the aurora borealis. When she spoke, the tower’s formations amplified her voice, making it sound both crystal clear and mesmerizing.

"Honored guests, welcome to the inaugural Grand Auction of the Ethan Hunt Company," she proclaimed with a graceful bow. "Our collection today is immense.

To value your time, we shall begin with our Axiom Level artifacts, offered in curated sets of ten."

The stage light wavered for a moment.

Ten armaments materialized, suspended in a revolving circle.

The set included swords, staves, and shields, all vibrating with a synchronized resonance. Ethan had engineered these specifically for synergy; should ten warriors wield them in a shared formation, their combat effectiveness would triple.

"The opening bid for this set is 70,000 Origin Coins!"

A bidding frenzy erupted without delay.

While the Eternal Sovereigns tucked away in the highest VIP rooms remained silent, hoarding their wealth for the true prizes, the merchant lords and Axiom Dominion experts were whipped into a state of excitement.

"80,000!"

"100,000!"

"150,000!"

For the following five hours, the auditorium was a chaotic scene of competitive shouting and rapidly rising numbers.

Consignment after consignment of elite equipment found new owners.

For the purchasers, these were treasures of a lifetime.

For Ethan, this was merely a calculated strategy to harvest the wealth of the Dragon World’s middle class.

By the time the final Axiom set was hammered down, Ethan’s interface displayed a staggering profit of 200 million Origin Coins.

It was a monumental haul for a single day's effort.

The mood in the room suddenly shifted.

The stage was bathed in a deep, regal shade of purple light.

"And now," the host remarked, her smile growing more pronounced, "we transition to the items that forge legends. We have one thousand Origin Paragon artifacts, which will be auctioned individually."

The premier item was revealed.

It was a set of heavy plate armor that seemed to pull the light into its dark surface.

This was a defensive treasure of the Paragon grade.

A roar from a Grade 2 VIP suite shattered the momentary silence of the hall.

"500,000 Origin Coins!"

The true powerhouses were finally engaging.

To most races, these artifacts represented the absolute peak of power.

A single Origin Paragon artifact was capable of safeguarding a Sect for ten millennia.

Inside a Grade 3 VIP booth, Zara’s hands shook as she clutched her Golden Card.

She glanced over at Rose.

Rose’s attention was fixed on a graceful, slender longsword displayed on the stage.

Forged from Everfrost Crystal, the blade emitted a freezing aura so intense that the stage’s protective barriers struggled to contain the chill.

"You really want that sword, don't you, Sis?" Zara asked in a low voice.

"It is indeed a magnificent blade," Rose replied softly, her gaze never wavering. "However, the cost will be exorbitant. We must preserve our coins to secure the serum for you and Ryan."

The bidding for the frost blade opened at 300,000.

"400,000!" Trian’s voice thundered from his private booth.

His intention was to win the blade and present it to Rose as a gift, thereby placing her under a heavy obligation to him.

"600,000!" an elder from the Fire Dragon race bellowed.

Zara looked down at her card.

The words of the handsome demon echoed in her mind: A ninety percent discount. Only for your use.

She waited patiently until the bidding reached 1.5 million.

Trian looked triumphant, certain of his victory.

"Two million!" Zara cried out, her voice cracking slightly under the pressure.

The entire hall fell into a hush.

Trian let out a mocking laugh.

"Little brat, do you even possess such funds? Master Melida would never permit you to squander the Sect’s entire treasury on a single sword!"

Zara paid him no mind.

She ran her card through the terminal in her booth.

Thanks to Ethan’s special favor, the system only subtracted 200,000 coins from her balance, despite the two-million-coin bid.

"Sold!" the host announced.

Rose stared at her younger sister, her expression one of utter disbelief.

"Zara! How could you possibly afford that?"

"The kind demon gentleman gave me a discount, don't you remember?" Zara smiled broadly, pressing the sword into her sister's hands. "He told me he was my friend."

Rose gripped the hilt, feeling the sword's immense power thrumming against her skin.

She looked toward the Grade 5 VIP suite, her mind filled with questions.

"Why would he show us such kindness?"

By the conclusion of the one thousand Paragon artifact sales, Ethan’s total earnings had climbed by another billion Origin Coins.

Then, the time came for the final masterpiece.

The lights in the auditorium didn't just fade; they vanished entirely.

A moment of absolute darkness gripped the room.

Then, a gentle golden resonance began to echo through the space.

A modest weapon rack ascended onto the stage.

Resting upon it was a spear.

It lacked any flashy ornamentation.

The weapon was ivory-white, decorated with runes that appeared to move and writhe like living creatures.

The moment it was unveiled, all seventy-nine Eternal Sovereigns in the VIP suites rose to their feet as one.

The sound of chairs scraping against the floor echoed throughout the hall.

Their auras surged uncontrollably in a display of pure shock.

"An Eternal Artifact," Lady Melida whispered, her eyes shining with intensity.

"Honorable guests, this is an Eternal spear unburdened by any specific law. This means it can be wielded in harmony with any law," the host explained. Her description was brief, yet it sent shockwaves through the entire audience.

Such an item was unheard of.

Typically, Eternal artifacts were locked to a specific element or path.

If an ice-based artifact was found by a fire Cultivator, it was effectively worthless.

But this spear served as a universal conduit for power.

Its presence far eclipsed the combined might of the seventy-nine Eternal Sovereigns present.

"The starting bid," the host said, her voice trembling under the weight of the spear’s aura, "is 1 billion Origin Coins."

The hall remained silent for three heartbeats.

Then, total chaos erupted.

"1.5 billion!"

"2 billion!"

"5 billion!"

The price soared at an incredible rate.

This was more than just a tool for war.

It was a promise that whichever Sect or clan possessed it would rise to become a dominant superpower.

"10 billion!" the Fire Dragon guarding Trian roared from his suite.

"11 billion!" Melida shot back, her eyes red with desperation. She was prepared to sacrifice everything for this weapon.

Ethan observed the bedlam with an air of indifference.

He had crafted that spear in less than five minutes.

To these onlookers, it was a legendary relic of the gods.

To him, it was merely bait on a hook.

He wanted to gauge the true depth of the liquid wealth held by these Original Races.

"Master, their tempers are flaring," Puffin chirped.

"Excellent," Ethan answered. "Let them clash. The more they deplete their fortunes on the spear, the more desperate they will become when the bloodline serums are revealed. That is when the real entertainment starts."

Down in the main hall, two Origin Paragons from a lesser race attempted to pool their resources to bid.

They were immediately crushed by the overwhelming financial power of the Dragons.

This spear was a prize reserved only for kings.

As the bidding climbed toward 12 billion, the atmosphere within the auction house grew heavy with murderous intent.

The Eternal Sovereigns no longer watched the stage.

Instead, they glared at one another, their hands tightening around the hilts of their weapons.