My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 423: Announcement of another auction

The banquet's open area hung in utter silence.

Just moments before, the atmosphere had burned with the fire dragon's furious intensity, but now it chilled into complete stillness.

That heavy quiet carried the stunned disbelief of thousands who had witnessed something unbelievable.

An Eternal Sovereign had vanished completely.

It wasn't after a drawn-out fight that he fell.

No injuries marked him at all.

Existence itself had just slipped away from him.

Leaders from all the races froze in place like stone figures.

Their eyes refused to accept what they'd seen.

For ages, tales of Ethan Hunt revolved solely around his riches.

Folks murmured he was merely an heir backed by a fearsome heritage and vast sway.

They figured his strength stemmed from the "family" supporting him.

How mistaken they all were.

Melida's throat tightened with dryness.

She gulped down her saliva bit by bit, her fingers quivering from the lingering power in the air.

"He can kill an Eternal Sovereign?" she murmured under her breath.

"We were all wrong. He isn’t just a man with a powerful background. He is a catastrophe on his own. He doesn’t need anyone to protect him."

Her eyes shut as she reached out to feel his vital energy once more.

"But his life breath is so young... it feels like he is the same age as Rose. It’s not possible. How can someone so young possess the power to delete an Eternal Sovereign from reality?"

Ethan appeared oblivious to her bewilderment.

He hovered in mid-air a bit longer.

Shards of light from the shattered chandeliers outlined his form, lending an aura of serene, devilish pride.

Below, Zara edged closer to her sister, eyes stretched wide.

Normally the liveliest of them, she too dropped to hushed tones in shock.

"He looks so handsome, don’t you think so, sis?"

Zara nudged Rose gently.

"He looks like a dark god."

Rose held off on replying right away.

Her mind wandered elsewhere.

She'd encountered plenty of mighty figures, princes, and fighters, yet Ethan stood apart.

A wild, perilous allure clung to him, both frightening and captivating in equal measure.

The poke from Zara startled Rose a little, snapping her back to the moment.

A faint blush colored her face, and she averted her gaze fast, struggling to compose herself.

The room's vibe changed in a flash.

Fear lingered on, yet a heavy veil of sycophancy now overlaid it.

Among the mighty, raw strength alone commanded true reverence.

Reps from the remaining dragon clans—the Lightning Dragons and Poison Dragons—acted first.

They ignored the void where their fire dragon kin had disappeared.

Hurrying instead to where Ethan descended.

"It is a true honor to meet you, Mr. Hunt!"

A Lightning Dragon elder declared, bending so deeply his brow nearly scraped the ground.

Folks from the minor races went further still.

Beyond mere bows, they groveled on the floor.

To them, Ethan transcended guest status now.

He embodied a deity capable of reshaping destinies.

Slaying a Fire Dragon royal demanded readiness to wipe out their whole lineage.

Ethan handled it as casually as brushing off an insect.

He touched down gently and smoothed his black coat.

Scanning the area, his eyes lingered on each cluster.

"I can see members from the Lightning Dragon and Poison Dragon races are here," Ethan said.

A faint grin tugged at his mouth.

"Why don’t you stay in the city for a few days? I’ve decided to throw another grand auction."

Frenzied murmurs erupted across the chamber.

"An auction, sir?" someone ventured.

"Yes," Ethan nodded.

"To celebrate. I’ve just been invited to Lady Rose’s family home to eat whenever I want. That deserves a celebration."

Such a offhand motive bordered on mockery for the slain prince, though none voiced objection.

Rather, kin from the two dragon clans and the minor ones—particularly those absent from the prior sale—pulsed with thrilled anticipation.

"Are you telling the truth, sir?"

A Poison Dragon rep inquired, tone quivering.

"Can you tell us what we might expect to see there?"

Ethan regarded them steadily, face serene.

"There will be three Eternal-grade weapons. I will also provide 15 vials of Bloodline Awakening Serum and 15 vials of Bloodline Evolution Serum."

He halted, allowing the impact to settle.

Yet more remained.

"And finally," Ethan said, his voice resounding across the hall,

"there will be a Bloodline Refining Cultivation Technique."

"This technique allows the lesser races to refine their newly awakened original bloodlines to 100% purity, allowing them to become a true member of that race."

The whole venue iced over again that evening.

Where the prince's demise shook them, this hit like a seismic upheaval.

Gulps echoed sharply through the hush.

Minor races bore the deepest impact.

Since birth, they'd served as the "servant" groups.

Any bloodline they stirred was faint, often just 5% or 10% pure.

True status as dragons or phoenixes eluded them forever.

Mere echoes they remained.

"Master Hunt..."

A lesser race man uttered, voice breaking as he dropped to his knees.

"Would you be kind enough to say what you just said at last? One more time?"

Ethan eyed the fellow.

"A bloodline refining technique."

"It will refine an awakened bloodline to 100% purity."

"And it’s not just for the newly awakened. Even those who already have 50% or 60% purity can use it to reach the peak."

At once, all lesser race attendees knelt down.

"Sir! Please, sir!" they cried out.

"Would you be willing to hold this auction in ten days? Please! Give us some time to gather our money."

Desperation fueled their tremors of hope.

Far beyond wealth, this promised eternal transformation of their paths.

Even elite figures from the Lightning and Poison Dragon clans shook.

Numerous among them had offspring born with tainted blood.

In their world, such young ones were doomed to lowly lives.

Shunned and stripped of inheritance, viewed as disappointments.

Securing this method would elevate their kin to authentic standing.

Global hierarchies would realign entirely.

Still, amid the thrill and optimism filling the space, peril lurked beneath.

Not all desired such change.

The "True" Royal Families, perched at the pinnacle, drew rule from their flawless 100% bloodlines.

Universal ascension to "True" status would erode their dominance.

Without "lesser" folk, whom would they command?

Granting full purity to any bidder went beyond mere trade in skill.

It challenged the very structure of their realm.

Ethan grasped this fully.

Greed shone in their stares, matched by dread.

Word of the sale would soon spread wide past these walls.

Yet gazing at Rose and her kin, Ethan showed no concern.

"Ten days it is then," Ethan said, turning to walk away.