My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 391: Pure Carnage

The fabric of reality fractured like shattered glass. Following the announcement from the Eternal Domain, Ethan Hunt had been transformed into a beacon of celestial radiance, visible from the furthest reaches of the cosmos.

To the thousands of assembled candidates, Ethan was no longer merely a man; he was a living treasure hoard, a direct path to supreme power.

The initial wave of attackers plummeted from the sky like falling stars.

These were no common soldiers. They were the anomalies of their respective worlds—individuals who had defied death, utilized systems, and inherited divine bloodlines that elevated them to godhood among their own kin.

A warrior with hair of white flame descended from the heavens, clutching a spear that vibrated with the catastrophic force of a dying sun. To his left, a woman shrouded in darkness drifted through the air, her gaze burning with a forbidden ocular talent capable of dissolving the very souls of those she looked upon. Behind them, hundreds more arrived, establishing a perimeter of killing intent that stretched for hundreds of miles.

"Ethan Hunt!" the man with the fire spear bellowed. "Your path ends here. You are but a single man standing against the chosen elites of the entire universe!"

Ethan remained motionless.

Standing in the center of a desolate wasteland, his arms hung loosely at his sides. He made no move to draw the Sword of Infinity. Instead, a faint, almost indifferent smile touched his lips.

"Is that the case?" Ethan asked quietly. "Then step forward. Show me the true capabilities of the 'chosen'."

The sky erupted in violence.

The spearman initiated the assault. His weapon tore through the dimensions, generating a vacuum that pulled nearby mountains toward its point. It struck Ethan directly in the chest with enough impact to demolish a universe.

BOOM!

The resulting shockwave leveled the terrain for fifty miles. Billowing dust and searing flames masked the scene.

However, the woman with the shadow eyes did not hesitate. She discharged a deluge of black needles, each one a concentrated hex from the Void.

"Piercing Soul Rain!" she shrieked.

Thousands of projectiles plunged into the cloud of debris.

Simultaneously, another candidate—a ten-meter-tall giant with skin as hard as indestructible diamond—leapt high and slammed down onto Ethan’s position. He began to strike the earth with fists that possessed the weight of moons. The ground groaned, liquefying under the sheer physical pressure.

From the perimeter, mages and psychics unleashed a bombardment of every law at their disposal.

Law of Disintegration.

Law of Absolute Zero.

Law of Divine Retribution.

The assault continued unabated for ten minutes. The ground where Ethan had stood was transformed into a glowing cauldron of molten rock and turbulent energy. The candidates eventually paused, their breathing heavy as their eyes scanned for any remnant of a corpse.

"He is finished," the spearman panted, wiping the perspiration from his forehead. "No one could endure that. Even a Progenitor would be—"

"Warm enough?"

The voice was calm, articulate, and terrifyingly nearby.

The dust settled instantly, suppressed by an invisible, crushing weight. Ethan stood at the center of the crater. His attire was pristine, and not a single hair was out of place. He maintained that same tranquil smile.

The spearman’s jaw dropped in shock. "Impossible... I struck you with a Sun-Rank attack..."

Ethan glanced briefly at the spot on his chest where the spear had connected before looking back at the gathered thousands.

"Is that the extent of it? You have exhausted your ultimate techniques. You have displayed your talents, your systems, and your arrogance."

Ethan took a solitary step forward.

The earth beneath his feet did not break; it dipped low, as if bowing in recognition of its master.

"Is the warm-up over?" Ethan’s eyes suddenly shifted, his pupils radiating a dark, limitless depth. "Shall we begin?"

He did not reach for his blade. He did not even adopt a combat stance.

He simply vanished.

The man with the fire spear didn't even have time to blink before Ethan materialised directly in front of him. It wasn't a feat of teleportation; he was merely moving at a speed so immense that time failed to track the distance.

Ethan reached out with a relaxed, open palm and seized the man’s face.

BANG.

Ethan drove the spearman into the ground. The force was so incredibly focused that the man didn't just strike the earth—he was integrated into it. A crater three miles wide erupted instantly, and the "Chosen" warrior was reduced to nothing but golden blood and shattered armor.

Ethan did not pause to observe the carnage.

He became a blur once more.

The woman with the shadow eyes caught sight of his approach. Screaming, she triggered her most potent ocular technique—a beam of light designed to erase the soul.

Ethan did not bother to evade.

He walked straight through the beam as if passing through a light fog. Appearing behind her, he pressed a single finger against her spine.

"Weak," he murmured.

The woman’s frame went rigid, her nervous system completely overwhelmed by Ethan’s raw power. She plummeted from the sky like a bird with broken wings, her soul shattered before her body even hit the ground.

"Kill him! Attack together!" the diamond giant bellowed, rushing forward alongside a dozen other physical-attribute candidates.

Ethan didn't bother using a technique.

He simply began to walk through their ranks.

He caught the diamond giant’s massive fist with his left hand. With a simple flick of his wrist, the "indestructible" diamond limb disintegrated into a million fragments. The giant began to scream, but the sound was silenced as Ethan’s right hand buried itself in the behemoth’s abdomen.

The strike didn't just penetrate the giant; the shockwave burst through his back and traveled for a hundred miles, carving a massive canyon through a distant mountain range. The giant’s internal organs were instantly pulverized into dust.

Ethan spun in mid-air with movements as fluid as flowing water.

A candidate possessing a "Speed God" system attempted to ambush him, moving at ten times the speed of thought. To the observers, the Speed God was invisible. To Ethan, he was moving in slow motion.

Ethan reached out and snatched the Speed God by the throat as he raced past.

"You are moving too fast," Ethan remarked. "You should take a rest."

He swung the speedster like a ragdoll, slamming him into a group of approaching sword-masters. The impact sounded like two simultaneous claps of thunder. Bodies were sent flying in every direction, their limbs twisted at impossible angles.

The battlefield turned into a scene of absolute, cinematic devastation.

Ethan was a specter of white and gold, flickering across the terrain.

CRACK.

With a casual backhand, he snapped the neck of a warrior with dragon blood.

BOOM.

He kicked a candidate wielding a divine shield; the shield didn't just crack, it detonated, the resulting shrapnel riddling the nearby warriors like Swiss cheese.

Every movement Ethan made resulted in a death. There was no struggle. There was no "give and take." It was simply a man walking through a field of dry grass with a flaming torch.

In the rear, a candidate with a "Healer System" attempted to revive his fallen allies.

Ethan appeared directly above him.

He didn't strike.

He simply landed.

The sheer pressure of his descent crushed the healer and everyone within a thousand feet into thin layers of gore.

The survivors who had held back began to shake. The avarice in their eyes had been replaced by a chilling, paralyzing dread. They finally grasped the truth: the Eternal Domain hadn't offered them a chance at authority; it had led them into a slaughterhouse.

"He is a monster..." one youth whispered, his sword slipping from his trembling fingers. "He isn't a candidate. He is... he is something else entirely."

Ethan stopped.

He stood atop a mountain of shattered divine weapons and cooling corpses. He looked out at the remaining thousands. His hands remained clean, without a single drop of blood staining his skin. His infinite origin sea provided such vast energy that he wasn't even winded.

He gazed at the sky, addressing the invisible will of the Eternal Domain that observed the carnage.

"Did you send these children to their deaths just to gauge my strength?" Ethan’s voice resonated to the very edges of reality.

He slowly reached over his shoulder and grasped the hilt of the Sword of Infinity.

"Very well. Since you desire a performance, I shall provide one."

As he unsheathed the blade, the sky didn't just grow dark; it vanished. The stars were extinguished. The very laws of physics stopped functioning.

The remaining candidates felt their legs give way. The mere sight of the drawn blade caused their bloodlines to revolt. Those with systems heard nothing but the roar of screaming static in their minds.

"I have yet to employ a single law," Ethan declared, his voice vibrating through their very marrow. "I have used only my bare hands. Now, I will demonstrate what happens when the Progenitor of the Human Race decides to conclude a conversation."

He lifted the sword. The blade wasn't aimed at the candidates; it pointed toward the horizon.

"Eternal Slash: Null."

He swung the weapon in a basic, horizontal arc.

There was no noise. There was no explosion.

A line of white radiance appeared, spanning the globe from one end to the other. For a fleeting second, everything intersected by that line simply ceased to exist. The mountains, the clouds, and the thousands of "protagonists" who had come to hunt him were gone.

When the light dissipated, the world had been rewritten. A perfectly level plane extended as far as the eye could see. The thousands of candidates had vanished. No corpses, no blood, no dust remained. There was only... nothingness.

Ethan sheathed the sword with a sharp, echoing click.