My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 2: The system

Ethan became motionless as the distinctive ring of a notification resonated in his mind.

An overwhelming wave of exhilaration flooded his senses. His pupils dilated, and his heart thundered against his ribs like a war drum. That sound was far more than a simple electronic beep; it was a summons to greatness.

Having been a seasoned netizen from Earth who consumed web novels by the dozen, Ethan understood exactly what was happening. He had encountered this trope countless times—tales of unremarkable men gifted with enigmatic systems, those "cheat" abilities that revolutionized their destinies. This was the dawn of his legend.

Now, the fantasy had become his reality.

He possessed a system.

His breath hitched in his throat. Closing his eyes, he directed his consciousness inward, mimicking the actions of the protagonists he had read about. He focused his mind, taut with suspense, attempting to call forth the interface.

> What kind would it be? An Exchange Shop? A Cultivation Accelerator? Perhaps a Skill Mimic?

Suddenly, a shimmering, translucent screen manifested within the darkness of his vision.

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[Host: Ethan Hunt Physique: 0.1 Spirit: 0.1]

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Was that all?

Ethan blinked in confusion. A chill of disappointment washed over him. There were no radiant lights or grand announcements. No complex menus, hidden settings, or expansive lists of skills—only two pathetic statistics.

The peak of his excitement began to crumble.

However, a sudden jolt of agony pierced his skull like a lightning strike. He gritted his teeth and gripped his head as a massive influx of data flooded his brain.

A detached, robotic voice resonated through his mind:

> "System initialization complete. Primary Function: The host’s attributes will automatically double every 24 hours."

Ethan stood frozen.

His train of thought came to a dead stop.

> Double... every single day?

His eyes narrowed in shock.

Though he wasn't a mathematical genius, he grasped the implications of exponential growth. Initially, the progress might seem negligible. But as days turned into weeks, a small snowball would transform into a devastating avalanche. Even the lowliest ant could eventually surpass a dragon.

His hands began to shake. He balled them into fists, his mouth hanging open in sheer disbelief.

> This... this is preposterous.

All at once, that simplistic status window no longer seemed underwhelming.

Physique: 0.1. Spirit: 0.1.

The information provided by the system explained that a value of 1.0 in either category represented one ton of force. Currently sitting at 0.1, Ethan possessed roughly 100 kilograms of both physical and spiritual power. They were clean, rounded figures.

Perhaps too clean.

The system had likely set his baseline intentionally, but Ethan didn't linger on that thought. He needed to understand the world he was now part of.

As he sifted through the memories inherited from this body, a new world revealed itself.

This planet was known as Blue Star—a high-tech, Earth-like society where martial prowess was the ultimate currency. Despite the presence of advanced machinery, the true foundation of civilization was cosmic energy—and the cultivators who could manipulate it.

Might was the only law.

The hierarchy of Cultivation was categorized into five major stages:

1. Martial Warrior 2. Martial Master 3. Martial Grandmaster 4. Martial King 5. Martial Emperor

To begin this journey, one had to first trigger their elemental affinity. Certain individuals held a latent connection to one of the nine core elements: fire, water, earth, metal, wind, light, darkness, thunder, or ice.

Once an element was identified, they would obtain a matching breathing technique, enabling the absorption of cosmic energy to facilitate their evolution.

The core of Cultivation involved shattering five gene locks, each corresponding to a specific realm. Every gene lock was composed of nine sub-locks; breaching each one would cause a martial artist's power to skyrocket.

Prior to opening the first gene lock, human strength was capped at a universal limit of 1,000 kg.

But once that barrier was broken...

1st sub-lock: 2,000 kg 2nd sub-lock: 3,000 kg 3rd sub-lock: 4,000 kg ... 9th sub-lock: 10,000 kg

Upon reaching the rank of Martial Master: 1st sub-lock: 50,000 kg 2nd sub-lock: 100,000 kg ...and the scale continued upward.

It was a staggering system of power growth. Ethan felt a sense of wonder wash over him.

> And I possess a system that doubles my power... daily.

He was at 100 kg today. By tomorrow, he would hit 200. The following day, 400. Then 800. By the fifth day, he would reach 1,600 kg—shattering the 1,000 kg limit of a normal human. It was a feat no unawakened person had ever accomplished.

> Could I actually defy the laws of this world?

The prospect sent his pulse racing once more.

He recalled details from his school lessons. To be accepted into an elite martial academy, a candidate first had to achieve the status of a quasi-martial artist.

The requirements were clear: Striking force: 500 kg Running speed: 25 meters per second

With those credentials, a student could undergo the elemental affinity test. A successful result meant receiving a breathing technique from the Alliance Hall to begin true cultivation.

Failure meant a life of obscurity, remaining powerless in a society where strength dictated one's worth.

> This is my new reality.

Still processing these revelations, Ethan rose from the infirmary cot. Outside, the setting sun bathed the horizon in hues of liquid gold.

He thought of the students who had assisted him earlier—Ryan and the others. With a grin, Ethan treated the group to a generous meal at a nearby eatery. It was a small gesture of gratitude.

As evening fell, he hailed a ride back to his residence.

The quiet, sophisticated vehicle swept through streets illuminated by neon lights. Ethan leaned against the back seat, watching the city pass by.

> This existence... is a far cry from my previous one.

On Earth, he had been a solitary orphan. No kin, no aspirations—just a ghost drifting through a bleak, uncaring world.

But here, he had parents. He had a home and a path forward.

The Hunt family belonged to the city's high society. His father was a prominent entrepreneur, and his mother appeared as a kind, gentle woman in his borrowed memories.

Yet, a seed of worry took root in his mind.

> Will they see through me? Can I successfully mimic the original Ethan?

Fortunately, the Ethan of this world had been a quiet, brooding introvert. He was emotionally distant; though he cared for his parents, their hectic careers meant they rarely spent time together.

Nevertheless, their affection for him was genuine.

That realization brought Ethan comfort, though it was tinged with a sharp pang of guilt.

The car pulled up to a modern villa in a prestigious neighborhood. Ethan exited, his tension mounting with every stride. Guided by his mental map, he entered the residence.

Silence greeted him; the house was empty.

Sighing in relief, he kicked off his shoes and headed upstairs. Every corridor and photograph matched the memories in his head perfectly.

Once in his room, he drew a hot bath, allowing the steam to soothe his frayed nerves.

Later, dressed in fresh attire, he sat cross-legged on his mattress, staring up at the ceiling.

> This is the moment. My new life begins now.

His heart was a storm of conflicting feelings—dread, wonder, and burning anticipation.

He wasn't merely surviving anymore. He possessed a system, a clear direction, and a chance to ascend to the heavens.

Time was his only requirement.

> My power will double every 24 hours. If I keep a low profile, stay prepared, and play my cards right...

He looked down at his palms and clenched them tight.

A fresh ambition ignited within his soul.

Tomorrow would mark Day Two.

And from then on, everything would change.