My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 3: A spark of change
Previously on My attributes are increasing infinitely...
Ethan had a fifteen-day window to visit the Association martial hall and claim his official Quasi Martial Warrior certificate. Having some free time at last, he sat down in front of his high-tech terminal. As he scrolled through various forums and digital articles, his mind raced with questions.
He pondered whether every practitioner became identical upon entering the Martial Realm. Did they all possess the same level of power?
The answer surfaced almost immediately.
It was a resounding no.
The universe lacked fairness—a truth that held firm in his previous life and remained absolute in this one. When strength was concerned, equality was nothing more than a fantasy.
While most martial artists at the same level might share a similar baseline of raw power—excluding the occasional genius—that was merely one piece of the puzzle. Combat efficiency could be multiplied several times over through the mastery of skills, whether they involved complex weapon techniques or strike-based martial arts.
However, achieving such mastery demanded a specific trait: comprehension.
Two individuals could study the exact same technique, yet their execution in the heat of battle might be worlds apart. Instinct, natural talent, and deep understanding were the factors that created a divide.
Then, there was the ultimate game-changer: Innate Talents.
Some people awakened unique abilities the moment they unlocked their genetic potential and stepped into the Martial Warrior Realm. These gifts could be elemental, such as controlling lightning, ice, or fire, or they could manifest as physical enhancements like superior defense, speed, or strength. Others might develop specialized support skills like long-range vision or healing.
Yet, such gifts were not universal.
Not every martial artist possessed a talent, but it was a certainty that every true genius did.
A spark of ambition ignited within Ethan as he processed this information. He wondered if he might also awaken a talent. If he combined a unique ability with the power of his system, he would become truly peerless.
He went to sleep early that night, his heart full of drive and grand aspirations.
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The following morning, beams of sunlight filled his room. With a simple thought, Ethan stretched his limbs and summoned his attribute panel.
[Master: Ethan Hunt]Physique: 0.2Spirit: 0.2
He blinked, noticing that he felt more centered and sharper than he ever had before. His body felt remarkably light, and his vision was crisper. He questioned if these were the direct benefits of increasing his Spirit attribute.
After a quick morning routine, he headed out to find some breakfast. Since it was Sunday, he had no obligations and decided to spend his free time exploring the city.
He fired up his advanced motorbike, a sleek machine that resembled a futuristic Royal Enfield. Though the mechanical beast was capable of reaching speeds of 500 kph, he chose to cruise leisurely through the streets.
His first destination was a local mall. He intended to buy training gear—an item the original Ethan would have avoided at all costs unless forced.
While browsing through the racks of athletic wear, his attention was caught by a nearby girl. He found himself momentarily breathless.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, standing roughly 170 cm tall with porcelain-clear skin and a model-like physique. Dressed in a stylish violet trench coat over a snug turtleneck and black calf-high boots, she projected an image of both grace and power.
Ethan’s pulse quickened without warning.
He wondered why he was having such a visceral reaction.
The realization hit him—these weren’t his own feelings, but the lingering emotions of the original Ethan. The girl was Rose Leslie, a classmate he had long admired from afar. She was a top student in both martial arts and literature who aimed to attend the prestigious Aurora Martial University. Despite her modest background, she was incredibly hardworking, dedicating her time to study and training at the gym.
She wasn't alone today; a younger girl who shared her ethereal looks stood beside her, likely her sister.
Unlike his predecessor, this Ethan didn't shy away. He approached her confidently.
"Hey, Rose."
Startled, Rose turned around. Recognition flashed in her eyes. "Ethan?" she asked, clearly surprised. In her memory, he was the silent boy who only ever spoke to Ryan.
Nevertheless, she gave him a polite smile. "Hi..."
The younger girl, Zara, looked at Ethan with curiosity. Since he was handsome and seemed to know her sister, she watched him closely, though she eventually hid shyly behind Rose’s coat. Ethan gave her a gentle smile in return.
"What brings you here, Rose?" Ethan inquired.
"I'm just picking up some clothes for Zara and myself," she answered.
Rose paused briefly. "Maybe another time..." she replied with a gentle rejection.
Understanding the situation, Ethan didn't push. He simply smiled, waved goodbye, and went on his way.
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After leaving the shopping center, Ethan navigated toward a local training facility known as the Tiger Fang Martial Gym. A friendly receptionist greeted him upon his arrival.
"Can I help you with something?" she asked.
Ethan learned from her that the gym was owned by a formidable Level 9 Martial Warrior. It was a highly respected establishment where many students came to train before their genetic awakening. It was considered an excellent place to begin one's journey.
For a moment, Ethan contemplated enrolling.
However, he quickly dismissed the idea. His strength would increase far too rapidly because of the system. Training in a public gym would make it nearly impossible to conceal his abnormal growth. For the time being, it was wiser to remain under the radar.
He spent the remainder of the afternoon wandering the city before finally returning home.
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As he entered the house, Ethan came to a halt.
His parents were back.
A brief wave of anxiety washed over him, but he quickly regained his composure. In the kitchen, his mother, Elina, was humming while she cooked. She was a tall, elegant woman who radiated warmth. His father, Jack Hunt, was a massive man standing 190 cm tall with an athletic frame and a composed, sharp aura.
"Hey, Mom. Dad," Ethan said.
Elina turned around, her expression one of shock. "Ethan? You’re home."
"I went out to do some shopping," he explained casually.
Her eyebrows shot up. "Shopping? That’s unlike you. What did you get?"
"Some training clothes."
"Training clothes?" Elina blinked, her surprise deepening. "Whatever for?"
"I’m planning to take the Quasi Martial Warrior Certificate test in fifteen days. I need to start preparing."
Jack’s attention snapped away from the television, his face reflecting his shock.
His son, who had always lacked drive and interest, was suddenly talking about martial certification?
"Why the sudden interest, Ethan?" Jack asked. His voice was thick with curiosity, though it was clearly rooted in concern.
Ethan could sense the genuine care in his father's voice, rather than any hint of suspicion.
"I want to qualify for a top-tier university, Dad. Having that certificate is a requirement for admission."
A heavy silence filled the room.
Elina’s gaze softened, and Jack leaned back against the sofa, lost in thought.
It was clear to them that their son was evolving. The withdrawn, shy boy was gone, replaced by someone with a focused voice and a fire in his eyes.
The parents shared a look of silent, mutual pride.
Elina smiled at him again. "Well then. What would you like for dinner?"
Ethan smiled back. "How about some garlic rice and black pepper grilled beef?"
"You've got it," she said with a laugh.
As Ethan walked toward his bedroom, a smile lingered on his face.