My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 416: Bloodline Awakening Serum

A heavy silence descended upon the grand hall.

The atmosphere was thick with a murderous, suffocating tension. Seventy-nine emperors, legendary figures who commanded the destinies of entire worlds, stood poised to slaughter one another for the sake of the ivory-white spear.

"I serve as the guardian of Prince Trian! Step aside, for that spear belongs to me!" Trian’s protector bellowed, his voice vibrating with the sheer force of an Eternal Sovereign. "Do you truly intend to defy the Fire Dragon royalty? Are you prepared to watch your homelands reduced to ash?"

"Eat shit, you arrogant fool!" a supreme elder hailing from an Ice Dragon lineage shot back, his crimson aura erupting. "Do you honestly believe anyone will give a damn about your pathetic royal family once they possess this spear?"

He moved forward a single step, his killing intent flooding the room.

"The laws of the Origin world are clear: Source Authority entities are forbidden from meddling in the affairs of lesser beings unless a total extinction event occurs! Who do you think you are to bully us? If you have the balls, win it with your wealth, not your threats!"

Low murmurs of consensus rippled through the hall.

The truth was undeniable. When faced with an Omni-Law Eternal Artifact, ancient treaties and royal lineages lost all significance.

Trian’s guardian ground his teeth, his complexion darkening to a bruised purple.

"Fifteen billion!" he thundered.

Yet, the bidding war was only beginning.

The price surged relentlessly, soaring past twenty billion in a matter of minutes before reaching a frantic peak.

In the end, the Ancestor of the Orion family from the Ice Dragon race claimed the prize.

As industrial titans, their merchant fleets dominated every corner of the Dragon World. Though they lacked the prestigious royal blood of the Fire Dragons, they possessed endless reservoirs of treasure.

The gavel struck at a final price of 30 billion Origin Coins.

The crushing pressure in the chamber only dissipated once the spear was escorted away.

The Eternal Sovereigns collapsed into their chairs of stardust-silk, drenched in sweat and mentally drained. While a few looked pleased, most wore expressions of bitter resentment, already plotting how to ambush the Orion Ancestor during his journey home.

The hostess returned to the spotlight, her gown shimmering like the aurora borealis.

Her radiant smile hinted that the true highlights of the auction were still to come.

"Respected guests, we have now reached the final segment, featuring the items you have all been anticipating," she announced, her tone shifting to a secretive whisper. "The Bloodline Awakening Serum and the Bloodline Evolution Serum."

Ten small glass tubes materialized behind her, encased in reinforced diamond-glass.

Five contained a liquid of deep, rhythmic crimson, while the other five held a swirling, luminous gold.

"Only five vials of each exist in the world today," the host explained. "We recognize that our organization is new, and you might be skeptical of such a miracle."

She paused for dramatic effect.

"Is there anyone brave enough to test it for free? It shall serve as our demonstration, and you will receive the serum at no cost. What is your answer?"

The room fell into another deep silence.

Within the Dragon World, acting as a test subject for a Demon’s concoction was usually equivalent to a death warrant.

The elite races eyed one another with distrust. No one was willing to be the first casualty of a potentially toxic serum.

"I’ll do it," a voice projected from the Grade 3 VIP area.

It was Ryan.

He rose to his feet with a look of resolve. Ever since entering the tower, he had sensed a strange, comforting warmth—a feeling of security he hadn't known since arriving in the dragon world.

He chose to follow his intuition.

The hostess beamed. "Please, courageous guest, step forward to the stage."

As Ryan walked down, the gazes of thousands of spectators burned into his back.

"Does anyone from the higher races wish to attempt the evolution serum?" the host inquired, glancing toward the upper VIP boxes.

Nothing but silence followed.

The Dragons were far too arrogant and cautious. They preferred to watch the human fail or die before risking their own "exalted" blood.

Ryan glanced back at Rose and Riya.

He noted their anxiety but offered them a small, reassuring smile.

This risk was for them.

Despite being a Progenitor-level entity, his human nature had caused him to hit a ceiling. He was unable to gain further strength, which meant he would be powerless to shield Zara during her impending Saint Trial.

If he perished here, it was a sacrifice for his kin.

Riya didn't try to pull him back, even as a lone tear fell. They were deeply indebted to Rose, and this was his way of balancing the scales.

From the Grade 5 booth, Ethan watched Ryan approach the stage.

A pang of remorse hit him.

"I apologize for leaving you all to fend for yourselves for so long," he thought. "But I vow that starting today, no one will ever look down on you again."

Ethan flicked his fingers.

Invoking his Authority of Creation, he reached toward the vial on the stage. He didn't settle for a standard serum for Ryan.

He infused the liquid with a single drop of his own Infinite Bloodline—not a diluted version, but his true general-level essence.

He intended for Ryan to rise as one of his five Heavenly Generals.

"We thank you for placing your trust in the Ethan Hunt Company," the hostess said. "I assure you that no harm will come to you."

Ryan accepted the vial.

The viscous fluid shimmered with a silver-red radiance.

Taking a sharp breath to steady his nerves, he downed the contents in a single gulp.

Initially, there was no reaction.

The audience started to mutter.

Inside his booth, Trian gave a disdainful smirk. "Just as I thought. A total farce. The demon is nothing but a swindler."

"We can move against him now, can't we?" Trian whispered to his guard. "For defrauding the royal line? We can seize this entire tower!"

Rose held her breath, her heart racing.

Her fingers were white from gripping the balcony rail. She watched Ryan with the desperation of someone reaching for a lifeline.

If this failed, their hope was gone.

BOOM!

A violent shockwave suddenly exploded from Ryan’s frame.

The stage floor fractured beneath him.

A massive column of silver light erupted, tearing through the ceiling of the hall and piercing the heavens.

The lower races recoiled in terror.

The Eternal Sovereigns stood up in shock.

That specific aura was unmistakable.

"The Eternal Titan race!" Lady Melida breathed in disbelief. "That is the blood of the Primordial Titans! How can this be possible?!"

Ryan’s body began a grotesque transformation.

His musculature surged, shredding his simple attire.

His skin didn't develop dragon scales; instead, it turned a profound metallic blue, covered in silver runes of raw power.

His skeleton snapped and restructured, increasing in both size and density.

He grew rapidly, surpassing eight feet, then ten, finally settling at a massive twelve feet in height.

The silver light merged into his skin, leaving a faint glow.

Because the serum was a direct gift from Ethan, Ryan’s bloodline purity reached an incredible 60 percent instantly.

The auction hall became so quiet that the faint hum of the tower's power was audible.

They were witnessing a legend being born.

A "weak" human had evolved into a top-tier Original Race being in less than a minute.

Ryan opened his eyes.

His brown irises were gone, replaced by glowing orbs of silver power.

He felt a profound new connection to the cosmos and the earth.

Ignoring the crowd, he turned toward the Grade 5 VIP suite and performed a deep, respectful bow.

"My deepest thanks, Sir, for this gift," Ryan declared.

His voice was no longer human; it was a resonant, deep bass that made the floor tremble.

His aura surged one last time, jumping from the Progenitor level directly into the Genesis Level.

He had bypassed an entire cultivation realm in a single instant.

Then, the room erupted in thunderous applause.

The members of the lesser races went wild with joy.

They cheered, wept, and embraced one another in celebration.