My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 438: Going to the Land of Ancients
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The Daemon Prince fixed his gaze on him with a ferocity capable of liquefying iron.
Ethan gave a nod in the prince's direction.
His tone remained steady and businesslike, even amid the universe-shaking risks.
"If you're only after examining my approach, that's no issue at all," Ethan declared.
"Yet these visitors came to compete for that very method."
"I stand by my promises."
"I can't just hand the method over to you without letting them place their bids as I pledged."
The leaders gathered there, entities who had endured through ages and shattered planets, experienced an abrupt wave of deep admiration.
In a cosmos where strength often shaped ethics, Ethan upheld a trader's code even against the daunting presence of the Ancients.
They rose to their feet, pulled by some unseen common force.
"Thank you, Mr. Hunt," they intoned together, bowing low.
Such a scene was uncommon.
Beings at the Source Authority level expressing true appreciation to a vendor.
They saw that Ethan wasn't merely a provider.
He embodied honor, refusing to ditch his buyers for a more tempting deal.
Prince Ryogu appeared mildly taken aback.
His pale features, devoid of any aura, saw his eyes flutter.
"Is that the case?"
Disappointment tinged his voice, reminiscent of a youngster denied a plaything until mealtime.
"Still, the deal you proposed is far too enticing to ignore," Ethan went on.
A faint grin curved his mouth.
"The Tower of the Ancients piques my curiosity."
"So, let me offer this in return."
"I'll assist in developing a bloodline refinement method tailored just for the Daemon lineage."
"What do you think of that?"
Ryogu's transformation happened in a flash.
The detached chill faded away.
Instead, pure, youthful thrill took over.
"Do you mean it?"
"You can craft a method for our kind?"
"Our physiology dates back to antiquity, intricate beyond measure."
"Legend claims it's impossible to alter."
"Within my establishment, no such impossibility exists," Ethan answered with assurance.
"So, take in the auction."
"Or, should the competing grow dull, head to the Tower."
"Plenty of enjoyable pursuits await."
"Diversions that could even invigorate an Ancient."
Ryogu inclined his head.
This motion conveyed real intrigue.
"Then we'll proceed that way."
"Kindly provide an escort for us."
Ethan gestured toward the rear of the chamber.
A team of expertly prepared servants advanced.
Their steps flowed with elegance.
Their faces held tranquil poise.
They guided the Daemons away.
As the enormous, fearsome forms of the Absolute Continuum protector and the Source Authority followers trailed the seemingly vulnerable prince from the room, the air slowly returned to that of a standard auction.
Ethan faced the leftover crowd once more.
"The disruption has concluded."
"Time to resume our dealings."
"We'll commence bidding on the Source Authority level armaments right away."
"Following those, the Bloodline Refining Technique becomes the closing item."
The chamber burst into fervor.
With the oppressive weight of the Ancients shifted upstairs, the regional overlords prepared to empty their vaults completely.
"One hundred billion Origin coins!" yelled the envoy from the Origin Demon lineage.
Desperation broke his shout.
"One hundred and twenty billion!" fired back a Genesis Vampire.
His crimson gaze flared.
"One hundred and fifty billion!" bellowed the Fire Dragon Elder.
His exhalation scorched the atmosphere.
The figures soared to levels that rendered whole star systems destitute.
In the end, following an exhausting hour of fierce exchanges, the Phoenix lineage claimed the chief armament for an astonishing 1.5 trillion Origin coins.
They panted with effort.
Their coffers now felt empty.
Yet their place among elite forces was locked in.
"Now," Ethan announced, quelling the whispers.
"The highlight arrives."
"The Bloodline Refining Technique."
"A caution."
"This form of the method works solely for individuals with at least fifty percent bloodline purity already."
"Should your lineage be overly mixed, it won't function."
The assembly grew rigid.
But Ethan lifted a palm.
"That said, whichever lineage takes the prize, I'll adapt the method right there on the spot."
"It'll be tuned precisely to that lineage's hereditary mark."
"Thus, only your kin can wield it."
"Should outsiders seize the scroll, it'll prove worthless to them."
A unified breath of ease rippled across the space.
This guarantee was what they craved.
In such a realm, claiming a treasure marked only partial victory.
Defending it formed the rest.
Ethan's hereditary seal greatly reduced the urge for rival lineages to target the victor.
"Commence the bidding."
"One trillion!" the Vampire Progenitor bellowed without delay.
He bypassed any preliminaries.
The audience drew in sharp breaths.
"What a rogue," a voice grumbled.
"Jumping straight to a trillion."
Yet the rivals refused to yield.
"One point five trillion!"
"Two trillion!"
"Three trillion!"
The chamber's energy crackled like lightning.
These coins transcended mere money.
They built the foundation of a lineage's tomorrow.
By five trillion, multiple lineages withdrew.
Their spokespeople seemed decades older in mere moments.
"Six trillion," the Vampire Progenitor stated.
A triumphant, icy grin marked his features.
He had gathered every coin possible.
Victory seemed assured.
After prolonged moments of tense quiet, the gavel struck.
"Sold!"
"To the Genesis Vampire lineage for seven point five trillion Origin coins!"
"Congratulations," Ethan offered.
"You've acquired the turning point of fate for your kin."
With a flick of his wrist, Ethan invoked his Absolute Continuum might.
A luminous script materialized mid-air.
It shimmered in profound scarlet hues.
He adjusted the symbols.
He integrated the unique resonance of Genesis Vampire essence into the method's framework.
Then he passed a radiant jade token to the Progenitor.
"Hold on!" a cry erupted from the Dragon lineage area.
"Mr. Hunt!"
"We're prepared to offer ten trillion!"
"Could you fashion a method for us too?"
Silence gripped the hall.
Now they grasped the Tower Master's true might.
He didn't merely peddle goods.
He forged creations.
Ethan grinned.
This outcome suited him perfectly.
By dealing to all, he gained vast wealth.
More than that, he embedded his sway into the core of every dominant force across the stars.
"Certainly," Ethan consented.
"I'm a trader at heart."
"I never refuse paying clients."
"Deliver the payment, and I'll devise a method for your unique descent."
A thunderous roar of approval filled the air.
The strain of rivalry dissolved.
In its place surged a mad scramble to gather resources.
"Sir, we'll deliver the funds in seven days!"
"Stay with us, please!"
As the prominent leaders hurried to their transport portals, a modest cluster neared the platform.
These hailed from minor lineages.
Ones whose heritages had faded to near-human levels.
Shame colored their faces.
They gripped modest pouches of currency.
Sums that couldn't afford even a single servant in this structure.
"Ummm... Mr...." a youthful fox-kin female stuttered.
Her gaze dropped to the floor.
"We lack the trillions."
"Does that mean... we're fated to remain feeble?"
Ethan regarded them from above.
Not through compassion.
But via a vendor's reasoning.
"Many of you stem from the Grand Lineages, correct?"
"An offshoot of the Dragons."
"A fragment of the Elves."
"No need for a ten trillion coin method."
"Simply apply the Bloodline Awakening Serums I offered before."
"After awakening, seek out your ancestral Lineage."
"Thanks to the fresh methods I'm supplying, they'll hunger for fresh recruits to strengthen their numbers."
"You represent their hidden strength."
The fox-kin female's eyes grew wide.
"You suggest... they'll accept us?"
"In an era where all refine their essence, every trace of related blood becomes a vital asset," Ethan implied.
"Depart now."
"Reclaim what is yours by birth."
They departed filled with fresh resolve.
Chins lifted proudly.
With the chamber at last cleared, Ethan disappeared.
He materialized on the 80th level.
The Daemons awaited him there.
He anticipated them in contemplation.
Or scrutinizing the tower's design.
Instead, the Absolute Continuum protector engaged in a rapid Whack-a-Mole contest at the entertainment zone.
The Source Authority followers were engrossed in a 4D theater display.
Prince Ryogu lounged at a coffee spot.
He sipped a vibrant azure beverage.
His focus locked on a virtual gaming console.
Sensing Ethan's arrival, he startled a touch.
A hint of sheepishness crossed his face.
"You've constructed a captivating realm here, Ethan Hunt," Ryogu remarked.
He adjusted his attire.
Ethan took the seat opposite.
"The commerce wraps up for today."
"Now, let's discuss your affairs."
"Provide a specimen of your lineage's core."
"I aim to understand why an Ancient people sense their essence has weakened."
Ryogu's face grew serious.
He pierced his fingertip.
A droplet resembling molten obsidian hovered aloft.
It vibrated with echoes like a far-off chorus.
"We stand as exiles from a superior realm," Ryogu murmured.
"Long ages past, our forebears were hurled into this inferior domain."
"The descent scarred our fundamental nature."
"We're mighty in this place, indeed."
"But we linger as mere echoes of our destined glory."
"Restoring our complete essence would elevate us beyond rulers."
"We'd surpass this existence altogether."
"Prince! That's a forbidden lineage truth!" the protector called from the game area.
He had just caught the exchange.
"No matter," Ryogu dismissed with a gesture.
"Ethan counts as an ally."
"Or at minimum, I plan to make him one."
Ethan examined the dark fluid.
It pulsed with thickness.
Infinitely more elaborate than any worldly sample he'd encountered.
"Consider this," Ethan proposed.
"I'd like to witness the Land of the Ancients personally."
"A break sounds ideal."
"Plus, studying your people in their home environment would aid while I develop your method."
"Your thoughts?"
Ryogu's gaze sparkled.
"You'd visit our territory?"