My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 420: Banquet started

Turning away from the enigmatic demon, Ethan experienced no trace of fear.

A peculiar excitement stirred within him instead.

He understood that launching his enterprise and staging such an enormous auction had made him a prime target.

Yet, he was confident the demon wouldn't strike at him openly.

Such an act would shatter the demon's disguise as an ordinary wanderer and notify the other Source Authority entities lurking in the city.

The assault would arrive eventually, and Ethan was ready to face it head-on.

He had no desire to invite trouble.

However, should trouble seek him out, he would respond without mercy.

As Ethan departed, the demon dissolved into nothingness behind him, replaced by a chilling gust.

"A demon presuming to act superior before me?" a murmur echoed through the emptiness, accompanied by a sinister laugh.

"Let's see what bloodline fuels his audacity. Maybe his heart will prove more satisfying than his boasts."

Ethan navigated the city with steady determination.

The following hours saw him exploring numerous stores.

His goal was to broaden his horizons.

Though his Authority of Creation enabled him to forge any item, flawless mental imagery was essential to unlock their full capabilities.

He aimed to absorb every bit of knowledge from this realm, enabling him to invent, enhance, and profit from his creations.

At last, he stepped into an upscale armory.

Shiny swords and robust suits of armor adorned the walls.

Ethan examined the exhibits closely.

The majority were ordinary.

Blades capable of slicing peaks, lances that always struck true, and longbows firing beams of radiant energy.

Yet, tucked in a neglected nook, a series of odd devices caught his eye.

Resembling lyres and pipes, these were crafted from dense, spell-infused alloys.

"What do these do?" Ethan inquired of the proprietor.

The owner was an elderly Ice Dragon, his scales gleaming like fresh frost.

The fellow glanced up, his gaze weary.

"Those are sonic armaments. They generate concussive waves based on the wielder's force and tempo."

"The tones can soothe like a cradle song or ravage like a symphony of ruin. They're potent until the Genesis stage."

Ethan lifted a compact silver chime.

He sensed its tremors.

A concept started to take shape in his thoughts.

An upgraded sonic weapon.

He envisioned a tool at the Eternal tier, the Lament of the Void.

It would transcend mere clamor.

Capable of obliterating timelines and wiping foes from alternate realities all at once.

He toured additional merchants, memorizing patterns, energy frameworks, and the resources employed by regional artisans.

As the twin moons ascended, his head swirled with fresh designs.

The time had been productively invested.

With dusk descending, Ethan headed for the grand Royal Castle at the heart.

The avenues teemed with folks streaming to the feast.

The Ice Dragon monarchy sought to build ties with Rose, and Melida had consented to the gathering.

They probably anticipated Ethan's presence too.

Within the fortress, activity buzzed.

In a secluded chamber, humans clustered near Rose.

"Sis, Mr. Hunt transformed our lives overnight. We owe him gratitude, don't we?" Zara wondered, admiring herself in a mirror of magical frost.

Beside them lounged a bunch who appeared bewildered yet joyful.

Elizabeth, Rose's mom.

Anna and Elina, Ethan's pair of mothers.

His sibling Erina.

His dads Albert and Jack.

And the grandpas.

All present, clad in luxurious fabrics unused for ages.

Yet, none recalled Ethan's identity.

To them, he remained the "Mr. Hunt" behind the enigmatic spire.

"Ethan Hunt, eh? We're Hunts as well. Quite the twist, right?" Jack chuckled, toasting with Albert.

They lacked precise knowledge of their connections.

But an odd intuition assured them of their bond.

"Spill it, daughter," Elizabeth prodded Rose playfully.

"Is he truly so admirable? You soften up whenever his name comes up."

Rose averted her eyes, a faint flush coloring her face.

"I'm not sure. He's superior to the dragons, that's certain. Still, without my memories returning, no suitor gets too near."

"Will he attend this evening?" Erina queried with enthusiasm.

"I'd love to encounter the one who granted Zara that incredible pass!"

Zara bobbed her head smugly.

"Oh, he'll show. Bet on it. I'll make the introductions! He might even hook you up with one."

"I snag a 90% cut on all purchases! Totally awesome."

The kin shared a hearty laugh.

For ages, they'd endured enslavement as "inferior" humans.

Mostly 4th or 5th-dimensional entities, deemed the scum in a draconic domain.

Rose's gifts had preserved them, yet dread had defined their days.

This night, humanity surged back into them.

A rap sounded on the entrance.

"My lady, attendees are gathering. The moment has come."

Rose guided her relatives to the gala chamber.

Melida greeted them at the threshold.

"My dear, you're stunning," Melida remarked with genuine warmth.

She eyed the humans trailing Rose with subtle scorn, masking it swiftly.

"Come along. I'll ensure no fellow harasses you this night."

The revelry unfolded in a vast, exposed meadow inside the citadel's bounds.

It dazzled.

Floating gems illuminated it, alongside eternal frost carvings.

Rose's arrival silenced the assembly.

She evoked a divine beauty.

Her icy presence and pale dress radiated regal authority.

"She's a beauty of calamitous caliber," a dragon aristocrat murmured to his companion.

At present, Rose's prestige soared.

As the Foremost Saintess, she headed the youth of the whole Ice Dragon lineage.

Noble youths from Fire, Lightning, and Venom clans gazed at her with ravenous intent.

Nevertheless, Melida gestured dismissively.

A glowing azure shield enveloped Rose and her clan.

"Males may not near the Saintess or her blood," Melida declared icily.

Her tone, backed by Eternal Sovereign might, quelled all protests.

The festivities continued.

Feasting, twirling, and murmurs filled the air.

Many schemed to breach the shield, but none succeeded.

Then Prince Trian made his entrance.

Spotting the barrier, he grinned.

He assumed Melida guarded Rose on his behalf.

He approached the azure glow's brink, exuding assurance.

"Well done, Rose!" he shouted.

"Lady Melida, allow me entry to rejoice with my betrothed."

Melida regarded him with utter disinterest.

"Apologies, Prince Trian. You're barred from her vicinity."

Trian's grin faded.

"What? Ms. Melida, she's my betrothed! How dare you obstruct me?"

"Rose holds no interest in you," Melida stated bluntly.

"And she was never your betrothed. The pact is void."

Trian's visage flushed violet with wrath.

His guardian, the Fire Dragon Sovereign, advanced.

"Clever maneuver, Melida. But is clashing with the Fire Dragon Royalty worthwhile for a mere alliance with that fiend?"

Melida remained unmoved.

"That's your concern? Partake in the meal."

Trian neared eruption when he detected an anomaly.

A figure in a plain black cowl strode serenely amid the throng.

No draconic traits, no aristocratic flair.

To the crowd's shock and dismay, the intruder ignored the barrier entirely.

He maintained his pace without hesitation.

He passed through the blue veil like mere mist.

He drew near Rose, positioned with her kin.

He lowered his hood.

A visage emerged that dwarfed the nearby dragon elites.

"My felicitations, Lady Rose," Ethan uttered with an alluring grin.

The whole expanse hushed.

Trian bellowed in outrage.

But Ethan spared him no glance.

His eyes fixed solely on Rose and his relatives, reunited after an endless span.