My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 424: Preparation of original races
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The crowd divided before Ethan, splitting apart just like the legendary Red Sea. He advanced directly to Rose and her sibling. His presence had shifted, no longer fierce, but soft and calming like a light wind.
"I’ll be leaving now," Ethan declared, his tone even and free from the icy edge he'd used on the dragons.
He turned his eyes to Rose, a tender, mysterious grin forming on his mouth.
"Lady Zara, come to my tower tomorrow. I’ve got something extraordinary waiting for you."
Without pausing for an answer, he offered a courteous bow to the group and disappeared in a faint ripple of the atmosphere.
Ethan understood that revealing the Bloodline Refining Technique was like hurling a rock into still waters.
Those waves would soon swell into a massive flood.
The following auction would draw more than just nearby rulers. It would summon the Source Authority entities, the ancient terrors of existence who had endured from the universe's beginning.
He had to head back to his tower.
To confront such powers, simple deceptions wouldn't suffice.
He required something unbreakable.
Even should the Source Authorities skip this event, he'd craft rewards so mythical that they'd be forced to beg at his gates for the one after.
Once Ethan departed, the stiff atmosphere shattered at last.
Zara was the first to draw in a sharp breath, her cheeks glowing with thrill.
"He’s so cool, isn’t he?" she inquired, glancing at her relatives.
Erina bobbed her head eagerly, like a pecking bird.
"Yes, yes! He’s the most awesome guy I’ve ever laid eyes on. Did you catch how he didn’t flinch at all when that dragon burst?"
Yet Anna and Elina stayed quiet.
They fixed their stares on the place where Ethan had faded away.
A peculiar, persistent feeling stirred in their hearts, blending wonder, dread, and an unnamed emotion beneath.
It resembled a protective maternal urge, though they couldn’t pinpoint why it surged.
Rose remained still, her fingers instinctively brushing the area on her waist where Zara had nudged her.
"Zara, you ought to go to the tower tomorrow," Rose whispered, her words barely audible.
"Don’t arrive late. I’m certain you’ll gain something invaluable simply from his proximity."
"Sis, are you really that enthusiastic about him?" Zara questioned, her gaze sparkling with playfulness.
"Do you fancy him? Is our Ice Saintess at last smitten by a demon?"
"Stop spouting rubbish, you little rascal," Rose snapped.
Even so, the faint shake in her tone gave her away.
She pivoted to exit the hall, her thoughts swirling over the consequences of the fresh auction.
Before reaching the doorway, the Lightning Dragon elders obstructed her route.
Their expressions had lost all haughtiness.
Instead, they brimmed with frantic avarice hidden behind courtesy.
"We offer our congratulations to Lady Rose on ascending as the Leading Saintess," one Eternal Sovereign stated, flashing a broad grin.
"However, the realm holds many perils. Would you consider joining our Lightning Dragon clan?"
"We’d grant you the position of future Line Empress. Every resource we possess would belong to you."
Before Rose could respond, Melida moved ahead like a shielding guardian.
Her frosty energy surged outward.
"Are you aiming to ignite war with our Ice Dragon clan?" Melida snarled.
"If so, come at us. We won’t back down from battle if you attempt to steal our Saintess."
"She speaks true," a fresh, resonant voice boomed across the chamber.
"We’ll proclaim war on you if you utter such words once more."
A man in his middle years, with cascading silver locks and gaze like iced gems, materialized next to Melida.
This was Mr. Harrow, a formidable elder from the Ice Dragon clan.
"Oh! No need for hostility, Mr. Harrow," the Lightning Dragon elder chuckled.
He showed no sign of backing down from the warning.
"Do you plan to hoard all the advantages? Everyone witnessed how Mr. Hunt regards her."
"Hahaha, we’re fortunate he does," Mr. Harrow bellowed with mirth.
His tone overflowed with arrogance.
"What if we arrange unions between our young ones?" the Lightning elder proposed.
"It could bolster both our lineages."
Mr. Harrow composed himself and weighed the suggestion.
"Why entertain that? It’s obviously unfavorable for us."
"Such pairings often yield tainted lineages."
"Data indicates just a 0.1% likelihood of birthing a twin-pure bloodline from that blend."
"We don’t rely on your aid."
The Lightning elder bent closer, his whisper intense.
"Should you consent, we’ll unlock the Lightning Valley for Ice Dragon elites to train within."
Mr. Harrow’s gaze sharpened right away.
The Lightning Valley stood as a fabled realm housing seven varieties of ancient lightning.
It formed the core of the Lightning Dragons’ famed bodily resilience.
"You mean it?" Mr. Harrow queried gravely.
"Absolutely," the elder affirmed with a nod.
"Fine, I’ll confer with the rest," Harrow replied.
Then he faced Rose, offering a respectful incline, a honor typically saved for the Emperor alone.
"Saintess, the Emperor has decreed. Feel free to draw on all imperial assets for your kin."
"Starting now, I’ll serve as your dedicated protector, together with Melida."
He grasped the reality.
Rose served as the link to Ethan Hunt.
And that connection outweighed the worth of the whole dominion.
The word of Ethan Hunt didn’t confine itself to the Dragon World.
It ripped across the cosmos itself.
In the Origin Demon World:
A majestic assembly convened inside a basilica forged from black stone.
Five Source Authority Progenitors occupied elevated seats.
"This demon Ethan Hunt... suspicions point to him as an Origin Demon," one Progenitor growled deeply.
"To which lineage does he tie?"
"My lord," an Eternal Sovereign demon answered, quaking.
"We’ve scoured all noble houses. His name appears nowhere in our archives."
"Just ’that’ restricted zone lies unchecked."
"Entry to the Land of the Ancients is barred to us."
"It could be," the Progenitor pondered.
"Lucifer traveled to the dragon world seeking details but hasn’t sent word."
"None but that lineage holds the might to forge god-tier serums."
"Amass our fortunes. We shall enter the auction."
"His identity must be unveiled."
In the World of the Genesis Vampires:
The air hung heavy with chill.
"Lord, our coffers are prepared. When shall we depart?" the emperor inquired.
The Vampire Progenitor lounged in shadows, draining a goblet of red fluid.
"At dawn."
"Secure another 5 trillion."
"I intend to claim that refining method outright for us."
"Should we elevate our servants to true-blooded vampires, eternal dominion over the darkness will be ours."
In the Primordial Phoenix World:
A lady of stunning splendor positioned herself amid a blaze that never died.
"Your Majesty, we’ve collected sufficient Nirvana Fluid and liquid wealth for the purchase."
"Excellent," the Phoenix Progenitor responded.
A cryptic grin touched her features.
"We set out immediately."
"I’m eager to encounter this ’enigmatic demon’ bold enough to alter blood’s ancient rules."
"He’s either a madman, or the coming ruler of our time."
Nearly fifty primal races dwelling close to the Dragon World caught wind of the impending auction.
A pivotal instant in history loomed, and each craved to etch their legacy by seizing that method.
Yet not every faction planned fair contest.
Others honed their blades in secrecy, poised to ambush from the dark.
They refused to pay any toll.
Instead, they aimed to plunder the technique, grasp the destiny, and rise as overlords of a fresh epoch without parting with a dime.