My attributes are increasing infinitely - Chapter 416: Bloodline Awakening Serum
Chapter 416: Bloodline Awakening Serum
The entire hall was now silent.
A dense, suffocating hostility permeated the air. The seventy-nine emperors, beings who usually held the fate of worlds in their hands, were all ready to cut each other down for the ivory-white spear.
“I am the protector of Prince Trian! I need the spear, so back off!” Trian’s protector shouted, his voice echoing with the power of an Eternal Sovereign. “Or are you going to challenge the Fire Dragon royal family? Do you wish to see your domains burn?”
“Suck my dick, you dumb ass!” a supreme elder from a Ice Dragon family barked back, his aura flaring red. “Do you think anyone will care about your shitty royal family after getting this spear?”
He took a step forward, his killing intent overflowing.
“The Source Authority beings cannot interfere with the lives of lower beings unless an existential crisis appears. That is the law of the Origin world! So who the fuck do you think you are to threaten us? If you have the guts, take it with your money, not your mouth!”
The hall erupted in murmurs of agreement.
Everyone knew he spoke the truth. In the face of an Omni-Law Eternal Artifact, previous alliances and royal blood meant nothing.
Trian’s protector gnashed his teeth, his face turning a dark shade of purple.
“Fifteen billion!” he roared.
But the war was far from over.
The numbers jumped higher and higher, bypassing twenty billion in mere minutes. Finally, the bidding reached a staggering climax.
It was obtained by the Ancestor of the Orion family of the Ice Dragon race.
They were a business tycoon family with trade routes spanning every domain in the Dragon World. They did not have the royal blood of the Fire Dragons, but they had mountains of coins.
The hammer fell at 30 billion Origin Coins.
Only after the spear was moved off-stage did the heavy pressure in the room lift.
The Eternal Sovereigns slumped back into their stardust-silk chairs, exhausted and sweating. Some were satisfied, but most were bitter, calculating how to rob the Orion Ancestor on his way home.
The host appeared on stage once more, her aurora-borealis gown shimmering.
She wore a smile that suggested the best was yet to come.
“Ladies and gentlemen, now we are going to auction the final products, the ones you have all been waiting for,” she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “The Bloodline Awakening Serum and the Bloodline Evolution Serum.”
Ten small vials appeared behind her, protected by a diamond-glass case.
Five were a deep, pulsing crimson. The other five were a swirling, glowing gold.
“There are only five bottles of each in existence today,” the host continued. “But we know our company is new. You may doubt the miracle.”
She paused deliberately.
“So, would anyone like to try it for free? It will be our advertisement, and you will gain a free serum. What do you say?”
The room went quiet again.
In the Dragon World, being a “guinea pig” for a Demon’s potion was usually a death sentence.
The higher races looked at each other with suspicion. No one wanted to be the first to die from a faulty serum.
“I would like to try,” a voice rang out from the Grade 3 VIP section.
It was Ryan.
He stood up, his face determined. He had felt a strange, familiar warmth from the tower since he entered. It was a feeling of safety he had not felt since they arrived in the dragon world.
He decided to trust his gut.
The host smiled brightly. “Please, brave guest, come to the stage.”
Ryan walked down the aisle, the eyes of thousands boring into his back.
“Anyone from the original races to try the evolution serum?” the host asked, looking toward the VIP booths.
Silence.
The Dragons were too proud and too cautious. They wanted to see if the human exploded before they risked their own “noble” blood.
Ryan looked back at Rose and Riya.
He saw the worry in their eyes, but he gave them a wry smile.
He was doing this for them.
He was a Progenitor-level being, but as a human, he had hit a wall. He could not grow stronger, which meant he could not protect Zara in her upcoming Saint Trial.
If he died, he died for his family.
Riya did not stop him, though a single tear tracked down her cheek. They owed everything to Rose. This was the only way he could pay that debt.
Inside the Grade 5 booth, Ethan watched Ryan walk onto the stage.
A wave of guilt washed over him.
“I’m sorry I left you guys alone for so long,” he thought. “But I promise, from today on, no one will ever look down on you again.”
Ethan snapped his fingers.
Using his Authority of Creation, he reached out to the vial on the stage. He did not just give Ryan a standard serum.
He infused it with a single drop of his own Infinite Bloodline. Not the diluted version, but his general-level essence.
He wanted Ryan to become one of his five Heavenly Generals.
“Thank you, guest, for trusting the Ethan Hunt Company,” the host said. “I promise nothing bad will happen to you.”
Ryan took the vial.
The liquid was thick and glowed with a silver-red light.
He took a deep breath, steeled his heart, and swallowed it in one gulp.
At first, nothing happened.
The crowd began to whisper.
Trian, sitting in his booth, smirked coldly. “I knew it. It was all a show. The demon is a fraud.”
“I think we can take action against him now, right?” Trian whispered to his protector. “For cheating the royal family? We can seize the tower!”
Rose held her breath.
Her knuckles were white as she gripped the railing. She looked at Ryan like a drowning man looks at a straw.
If this failed, they were truly finished.
BOOM!
Suddenly, a tremendous shockwave erupted from Ryan’s body.
The stage cracked under his feet.
A pillar of deep silver light shot upward, piercing through the ceiling of the auction hall and reaching toward the sky.
The lesser races fell back in fear.
The Eternal Sovereigns bolted upright.
They knew that aura.
“The Eternal Titan race!” Lady Melida gasped. “That is the bloodline of the Primordial Titans! How is this possible?!”
Ryan’s body began to twist and grow.
His muscles expanded, ripping through his simple clothes.
His skin did not turn scaly like a dragon’s. It turned a deep, metallic blue, etched with silver runes of strength.
His bones popped and reformed, growing larger and denser.
He grew from six feet to eight, then ten, finally stopping at a towering twelve feet tall.
The silver light settled into his skin, glowing faintly.
Because the serum was a concentrated gift from Ethan, Ryan’s bloodline purity hit a staggering 60 percent instantly.
The auction room was so silent you could hear the hum of the tower’s lights.
They were watching history.
A “lowly” human had just transformed into a peak-tier Original Race being in under sixty seconds.
Ryan opened his eyes.
They were no longer brown. They were glowing silver orbs of power.
He felt a connection to the earth and the stars he had never known.
He did not look at the crowd.
He turned toward the Grade 5 VIP room and bowed so low his forehead nearly touched the stage.
“Thank you, Sir, for everything,” Ryan said.
His voice was no longer a human’s. It was a deep, resonant rumble that shook the floor.
His aura flared one last time, exploding from the Progenitor level straight into the Genesis Level.
He had skipped an entire realm of cultivation in a single breath.
Then came the thunderous clapping.
The lesser races went absolutely wild.
They screamed, they cried, and they hugged each other.
