My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 101: The world of the ancients

The men of this gang, now frozen in place like statues, were in utter despair.

Why would someone like come to a place this small? Why?

The leader was trembling with terror—because he . The rest of the gang members were equally terrified, but for a different reason: they had no idea what had happened to them or where this mysterious man had come from. The leader, however, had some inkling.

In this line of work, people in leadership positions needed to understand how the world truly operated.

This was no ordinary world.

It was known as the .

Terrifying beings walked this land. Beings that ordinary people couldn’t even begin to imagine. The common folk remained blissfully unaware of their existence, while only the highest echelons of society knew the truth.

These people were called cultivators. They wielded mysterious and divine powers—able to control thunder and rain, twist the winds, or even reshape the earth itself. They could destroy mountains with their bare hands. In front of them, even martial artists were mere paper tigers.

Sure, martial artists could attain some strength. But compared to cultivators? They were nothing.

The gang leader, Bruno, was a martial artist himself. He had reached the level of .

In the , there were several stages—, , , and . Only beyond that came the .

Only those who had stepped into the Innate Realm were qualified to work as servants in the homes of cultivators—and even then, only the very best of them. But the man standing before Bruno now... he was on a whole different level entirely.

Bruno wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn’t even open his mouth.

Ethan stood there, gazing at them coldly. The urge to kill them in the most brutal way possible burned inside him. But he knew... if he allowed his sadistic side to take over, if he started killing people without restraint, it would be the beginning of the destruction of the world.

So instead, he forged an iron sphere, inserted an energy ball into each of their bodies, and sealed all eight men inside the sphere.

He hypnotized them.

In their minds, they hadn’t had sex in years. Now, they suddenly found themselves in a desert with seven alluring women. But in reality, each of them saw the other seven as women. Ethan then coated their penises with barbed iron.

Boom!

They began raping each other.

They could feel every ounce of pain, but couldn’t stop the urge. When they were about to die from the torment, the energy balls would heal them and restore their strength. This was their punishment.

They wanted to rape women?

Let them rape in the most brutal way imaginable. And this torment would go on... until their natural lifespans ended.

Ethan then created a deep pit in the ground, lowered the sphere into it, and reshaped the soil to look undisturbed.

Without a sound, he vanished from the alley and reappeared near a restaurant.

He needed to find out where he was.

He had already looted the bandits, and was now quite rich in this place.

Ethan entered the restaurant and ordered the establishment’s most renowned signature dishes.

A waiter brought the food and smiled politely.

"These are all the signature dishes, sir. Would you like a drink as well?"

Ethan nodded. "Sure."

The waiter quickly returned, bringing two jugs of fine liquor.

Ethan handed him a generous tip—five silver coins.

The waiter froze on the spot.

He only earned three silver coins a .

And this man had just handed him in a single moment.

He felt a wild urge to kneel down and kiss this man’s feet—but managed to control himself.

Instead, he flashed the brightest smile of his life.

"Sir, if you need anything, just call me. I’ll be at your service!"

Ethan smiled slightly.

"I do need something," he said. "I want information."

"Please ask, sir," the waiter replied enthusiastically. "If I know anything, I’ll tell you everything."

"Tell me the geographical details of this place. Name, location, everything you can."

For the next thirty minutes, Ethan questioned him thoroughly.

Eventually, he got a clearer picture.

This city was called , situated near the . The continent itself was known as the .

Most of the population were ordinary people, though a few martial artists existed here and there. To the common folk, they were like living deities.

But these martial artists were different from the ones Ethan had known in his previous world.

What’s going on here?

The waiter only knew this much.

He needed more information.

After finishing his meal, Ethan stepped outside.

To gather deeper intelligence, he asked the waiter about local gangs and bandits.

The boy looked terrified, but still whispered everything he knew. He also warned Ethan—.

Ethan smiled.

That only made him more interested.

He wanted to go to them—because he could extract the answers he needed by force.

He vanished from the street, reappearing in front of an ancient-looking building.

This was the hideout of the .

Ethan walked straight toward the entrance.

Two burly guards stepped forward.

"Where the hell do you think you’re going, punk? Is this your momma’s house?"

Without a word, Ethan slapped both of them into unconsciousness.

More gang members came rushing out—but they all met the same fate. In just ten minutes, Ethan had knocked out fifty of them.

That’s when he sensed a powerful presence approaching.

This man had a strength of about 3,000 kg—equivalent to a Level 2 Martial Warrior.

The man’s expression turned dark as he saw his subordinates lying on the ground and a pretty-faced stranger standing calmly in their midst.

He roared, "How dare you touch my men? I’ll kill you, you damn punk!"

He charged toward Ethan, aiming a punch at his face.

He was fully expecting to hear the crunch of broken bones and feel warm blood on his knuckles.

Instead—

His punch stopped an inch from Ethan’s face.

It felt like the paw of some ancient beast. He couldn’t pull his hand back. No matter how hard he struggled, it wouldn’t budge.

He was in the stage of the Body Refinement Realm. In this city, he was a ruler. Untouchable.

But in front of this young man, he couldn’t even move.

Ethan smiled and casually grabbed the man’s neck. Then he twisted his arm around and began slapping him with his .

The man roared in fury.

"Do you know who the hell you’re messing with!?"

"You motherfucker! I’ll fucking kill you!"

His face swelled with each hit. He was humiliated beyond words. But he was powerless.

Tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Boss! Please stop! What do you want?!"

"Dad, please! Dad, stop! It hurts like hell!"

He was sobbing now.

Ethan finally stopped. He stared coldly at the man and said, "I’ll ask. You’ll answer. Any hesitation—you die."

"Yes, father, yes..."

Ethan felt disgusted. He slapped the man again, knocking out what remained of his teeth.

"I don’t have a filthy son like you. Don’t talk unless I tell you to."

"Okay... boss..." the man whimpered.

Ethan then asked all the questions he needed and extracted every piece of useful information.

When he was done, he slapped the man one final time and knocked him out cold.

He walked out of the building humming softly.

There were martial artists here—but they weren’t like the ones from his own world. Their cultivation was different. They didn’t use cosmic energy. Instead, they used blood energy and herbal concoctions to strengthen their bodies.

The structure of martial arts in this world was as follows:

Body Refinement Realm

Innate Realm

Martial Saint Realm

Each of these realms had multiple sub-levels.

Apart from martial artists, there were other beings—.

They were the true powerhouses.

This world matched the description of those ancient Chinese cultivation novels. Cultivators were like gods. But they were extremely rare—like a blue moon. Most people had never even seen one in their entire lives.

He recalled that one of his clones had mysteriously vanished a few days ago. Perhaps... that one had ended up in another world as well?

He couldn’t contact his main body. But the system was still operational.

So he asked,

"What’s going on? Can you tell me, system?"

[Please find out yourself, Master. Best of luck.]

Ethan cursed fierecely.

He didn’t know that the system had also been cursed by his other clone.

Meanwhile, on Earth—

Ethan opened his eyes.

Damn it. Again?

"System! You fucking tell me what’s going on!"

[Become a Star Realm cultivator first. You’ll know the answers then.]