My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 417: The auction is over
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The crowd's thunderous cheers crashed like a tangible surge.
No longer quiet, the inferior races—the mere "dust" of the Dragon World—erupted in noise.
In Ryan, they spotted a shining symbol of possibility.
If a mere human could tower at twelve feet with the mighty presence of a Primordial Titan, then their futures weren't set in unchangeable fate.
The auctioneer allowed the cheers to echo for a solid minute before lifting her hands to quiet the room.
Her grin was keen, aware that she now grasped the reins of immense power.
"As you can see," she declared, her words booming to fill every inch of the hall, "the wonder is genuine. Four vials of the Bloodline Awakening Serum are still up for grabs."
"These hold the power to alter the destiny of any lesser race."
"No starting bid is set for them. The top offer wins. Let's start the bidding!"
The hall exploded into a frenzy like a warzone.
Money was no longer the sole focus.
This fight concerned the very existence and rise of whole species.
"Eight billion Origin Coins!" yelled a delegate from the Gnoll Tribes.
"Nine billion!" snarled a chief of the Cat-folk.
"Ten billion!"
The bids didn't reach the choking frenzy of the white spear contest, as the Eternal Sovereigns held back for the evolution serums.
Yet for the lesser races, this was their entire world.
Prices soared by billions with each passing moment.
From his private booth, Ethan observed while reclining in his stardust seat.
A profound tranquility washed over him.
With his Authority of Creation, he had forged these serums from his personal essence.
Whoever drank them would essentially absorb a fragment of his being.
He wasn't merely peddling goods.
He was sowing roots of devotion that would flourish once he rose to godhood.
At last, the initial vial among the four left went to a Snake-man race envoy for 12 billion Origin Coins.
The next three vials mirrored this, fetching between 12 and 13 billion apiece.
Wealth poured into Ethan's ledgers, sums vast enough to claim whole star systems.
The auctioneer signaled for the platform to be emptied.
Tension thickened the atmosphere once more.
Now, the "Original" races—the Dragons, Phoenixes, and elite elemental entities—were set to clash.
"And now," the auctioneer murmured, "does any esteemed guest wish to sample the Bloodline Evolution Serum?"
"This isn't for stirring a hidden lineage, but for refining and advancing an active one."
The elite nobles remained wary, yet their hunger was overtaking caution.
They had witnessed Ryan's change.
If a human could transform into a Titan, what heights might a Dragon reach?
Within Prince Trian's enclosure, the young heir eyed his devoted follower, a senior Salamander fighter.
The Salamander possessed roughly 70% Fire Dragon blood, formidable yet "tainted" beside the pure royals.
"Go," Trian commanded.
"Test it on my behalf."
The follower's gaze bulged in shock.
A flood of deep thankfulness surged through him.
He believed his prince bestowed this heavenly boon from pure affection.
"Thank you, my lord! I'll stand by you till my final breath!"
The Salamander dashed toward the platform.
He faced the auctioneer with a wild, thrilled grin.
"Please, my lady. Use me as your test subject."
With graceful poise, the auctioneer inclined her head and passed him the golden vial.
The warrior popped the cork without delay and downed the contents in a single swallow.
BOOM!
The effect hit with savage force.
A piercing wail escaped the warrior as he crumpled.
His form snapped into its authentic Salamander shape, a hulking, reptilian beast clad in scales.
But soon, those scales started shedding.
For ten torturous minutes, he twisted in agony.
The audience stared, blending dread with captivation.
Gradually, the Salamander's frame stretched longer.
A pair of enormous horns burst from his skull, and his drab scales gave way to gleaming, ruby-red armor that pulsed with fierce warmth.
As the glow subsided, a genuine—or nearly genuine—Fire Dragon loomed on the platform.
His bloodline purity had surged past 90%.
From a "lesser" dragon descendant, he had ascended to almost royal pure-blood status.
The ensuing hush was chilling.
Every noble present grasped the implications.
This firm didn't just offer fine wares.
They wielded the might to reshape the order of the Dragon World and beyond.
With sufficient funds, one could purchase divine rank.
"Fifty billion!" Trian bellowed from his booth, his tone laced with terror and frenzy.
"Fifty billion for the next vial! Any challenger risks all-out war with the Fire Dragon Royal Family!"
The rival clans clenched their jaws.
Trian behaved like a madman, but three more vials remained after this.
Igniting a global conflict over the opening one wasn't justified with others in play.
Trian claimed the debut evolution serum at 50 billion.
In Lady Melida's booth, Rose shook uncontrollably.
She had seen Ryan's triumph and the Dragon's shift.
With desperate eyes, she turned to Melida.
"Master... could you perhaps get me one vial? For Zara? For our path ahead?"
Melida didn't spare her a glance.
Her tone matched the frigid realm of her Ice Dragon origins.
"You don't require my purchase, Rose. Seek the owner's approval."
"I suspect he'd gladly hand you a vial at no cost if you handle it wisely."
Rose's spirit plummeted.
"Master?"
"I won't compel you to remain with Trian any longer," Melida grumbled, her stare locked on the platform.
"But forge ties with this tower's master."
"No bargaining allowed."
"Should you fail to link with Ethan Hunt, I'll strip Zara's Saint Trial qualification myself."
Rose felt a gut-wrenching blow.
The figure she had cherished as a maternal guide for years now viewed her as mere barter for alliances.
Behind her, Zara balled her hands until her knuckles blanched.
From the topmost booth, Ethan caught every utterance via the tower's monitoring.
His eyes flared to a profound, lethal crimson.
"Old hag," he hissed into the vacant space.
"You've outlived your welcome. Time to meet your end."
The contest for the last three evolution serum vials hit a blazing climax.
Lacking Trian's overt warnings to deter them, the magnates and elders unleashed chaos.
All three vials fetched more than 50 billion Origin Coins each.
With the final gavel strike, the auctioneer dipped low in respect.
"The auction concludes here," she proclaimed.
"Gratitude for crafting history alongside the Ethan Hunt Company."
In just one afternoon, Ethan amassed close to 300 billion Origin Coins.
This fortune rivaled the full coffers of certain lesser races.
Yet far more vital, he had revealed to all that evolution's reins lay in his grip.
As stage lights faded, none stirred to depart.
The 79 emperors, royal guardians, and commerce giants lingered at their exits.
Returning home held no appeal.
They craved a meeting.
They yearned to face the enigmatic Demon who had flipped their reality.
They understood that henceforth, one individual would dictate the finances and hierarchies of every race.
And they ached to earn his favor.