My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 396: Battle

Ethan Hunt stepped out into the trial ground's vacuum, his soles meeting the invisible floor of existence.

The atmosphere instantly grew heavy, feeling as thick as molten lead.

A colossal golden net, pulsating with the authority of seven supreme laws, plummeted toward him from above.

This formation was known as the Seven Heavens Sealing Array.

It was a trap crafted to bind the pores of a deity and halt the circulation of a titan's blood.

Ethan came to a halt.

He gazed up at the descending geometric patterns of gold.

"Ah! What is this!" Ethan shrieked, his voice hitting a flawless note of pure panic.

"I... I can’t feel my strength! My supreme power is being restrained! What is going on?"

He took a shaky step back, his knees visibly trembling.

He even forced a few beads of cold sweat to appear on his brow.

Inwardly, however, he was preoccupied with a far more amusing sight.

Within his internal worlds, he was observing a primitive civilization of "Frost Demons" as they discovered fire for the first time. They were currently attempting to destroy this newfound nemesis.

High above, manifesting from the ripples of hidden space, twenty-one silhouettes began to appear.

These were the generals belonging to the Axiom Dominion.

They were clad in majestic armor forged from starlight and dragon bone.

"Hahaha! The fish has finally blundered into the net!" one general roared, his laughter echoing like a thunderclap.

Ethan scanned his surroundings frantically, his eyes wide with feigned terror.

"Who is there? Reveal yourselves! Or else... or else I’ll blast you with my ultimate treasure ray!"

His voice continued to quiver.

Had there been a camera present, Ethan’s performance would have surely earned him a top acting award.

He played the part of a lucky brat perfectly—someone who had stumbled upon a weapon beyond his comprehension and was now realizing he was in over his head.

"Oh my! The little anomaly has a temper. I am truly terrified," the Kizuki general mocked as he stepped into view.

He was the commander, a man whose gaze burned with the intensity of freezing blue suns.

His taunting, however, was short-lived.

His expression quickly twisted into a grimace of absolute loathing.

"How dare you lay a hand on our Supreme Elder? How dare you slaughter our heir? You are a blight upon reality itself. A hundred deaths wouldn't suffice to atone for your transgressions. Now, perish!"

The remaining twenty generals moved forward in unison.

Their combined auras manifested as a soul-crushing weight.

The surrounding space began to fracture under the collective pressure of twenty-one Axiom-level entities.

"Wait! Can’t we discuss this?" Ethan begged, waving his arms around like a desperate villain from a trashy novel.

"Don’t you desire the secret of my treasure? The one that crippled your Supreme Elder? Just think! With it in your possession, you could seize ultimate power! You could dominate your own families! Why kill me just to hand the treasure back to the Elders?"

The generals hesitated for a fleeting moment.

A spark of avarice ignited in their eyes.

However, the Kizuki general simply spat in contempt.

"Do you honestly think your pathetic excuses can sway us? Once you are a corpse, that treasure becomes ours regardless. Now, die!"

Ethan’s trembling stopped instantly.

He straightened his posture and exhaled a long, weary sigh.

The facade of terror vanished, replaced by a calm, almost polite grin.

"Well," Ethan remarked, his tone now resonant and composed.

"I tried playing the ’protagonist in distress.’ It wasn't nearly as entertaining as I anticipated."

He made a casual gesture with his hand.

In a burst of radiance, a man materialized before him.

The stranger wore a vibrant orange martial arts gi.

He was powerfully built, sporting spiky black hair that stood up against the laws of gravity.

The man looked around, blinking in a state of confusion.

"Huh? Where am I?" the man wondered aloud.

He rubbed his stomach and turned toward Ethan.

"Hey there, friend. Can you tell me what this place is? I was just heading out for lunch with my pals."

"I am the one who summoned you," Ethan replied with a faint smile.

"Do you see those twenty-one individuals up there? They are quite formidable. Would you like to fight them?"

The man’s gaze sharpened instantly.

A wide, toothy grin stretched across his face.

"Did you say they’re strong? You bet! I’m in!"

This was Ethan’s own creation—a flawless replica of the legendary combatant from the "Dragon Ball Cluster."

The copy possessed every memory, the exact personality, and the insatiable lust for battle of the original warrior.

The fighter, whom Ethan dubbed "Goku" for the sake of the story, turned his attention to the generals.

Goku looked directly at the twenty-one leaders.

Pop.

Without warning, Goku’s head erupted into a crimson mist of energy.

His lifeless body slumped over.

Ethan blinked in realization.

"Oops! I forgot. He’s currently just a third-dimensional being. It is a sacrilege for a mortal to look upon an Axiom God without some form of protection."

To these generals, they represented the zenith of existence.

A mortal attempting to gaze at them was like an ant trying to stare down the sun—they were simply erased from reality.

Ethan flicked his fingers.

Goku was restored in a heartbeat, though this time, a thin shroud of Origin energy shielded him.

Goku wheezed, grabbing his head in shock.

"Whoa! What kind of monsters are they? I didn’t even see them move and I... I died?"

"They’re even more powerful than the Gods of Destruction. I can’t even gauge their strength, but my instincts are screaming that I'm in mortal danger!"

He looked back at Ethan, his excitement now tempered with profound awe.

"They are incredible!"

"They are gods," Ethan clarified.

"Their power far exceeds the angels you are familiar with. Do you wish to engage them? I can grant you the strength to stand on their level if you desire."

"Can you really do that? Please! I want to fight them!" Goku exclaimed, completely ignoring the fact that he was speaking to a being who could recreate his very soul with a mere thought.

"Excellent. Then prepare yourself. You have permission to go all out," Ethan said.

Ethan snapped his fingers once more.

A pillar of golden light exploded from Goku’s form.

His power level began to skyrocket at a pace that defied logic.

He surged past the Primordial level in a fraction of a second.

Then he bypassed the Genesis realm.

Finally, his aura settled within the Axiom Dominion realm.

His hair shimmered and shifted, turning a brilliant, metallic silver.

His eyes transformed into radiant, polished mirrors.

"What is... this sensation?" Goku whispered, testing the strength in his fists.

The simple motion of clenching his hand caused the surrounding space to splinter.

"Give it everything you've got," Ethan ordered.

Ethan then triggered his Ultimate Domain.

In a flash, the trial ground was replaced.

The drab grey void vanished.

In its stead appeared a colossal, boundless arena drifting within a sea of white radiance.

This dimension was entirely severed from the rest of reality.

Nothing could peer in, and nothing could escape.

Ethan conjured a throne woven from swirling black and white essence—the twin colors of Energy and Entropy.

He sat down, resting his chin casually on his hand.

The twenty-one generals were violently dragged into the arena.

They crashed onto the floor, their golden array shattering like fragile glass.

"Where have we been taken? What happened to the trial ground?" the Kizuki general barked, looking around in a state of panic.

"Welcome to my personal world, little generals," Ethan’s voice boomed from the throne.

"I am presenting you with a single opportunity. Defeat my champion, and you might earn the chance to survive."

As he spoke, Ethan abandoned all concealment.

A terrifying, world-ending Origin Paragon level aura erupted from his body.

It wasn't merely raw power; it was the crushing weight of a googolplex of universes bearing down on their very souls.

The generals collapsed to their knees.

Their armor began to fracture.

Their arrogance crumbled into ash.

"We are... we are already dead," one general stammered, blood leaking from his eyes.

"He is on the same tier as the Supreme Elder. Who was the fool that claimed he needed a treasure to harm the Elder? He is the treasure himself!"

"Why didn’t the world's will stop him?" another cried out.

"If he possesses this much power, he shouldn't be permitted here! This isn't fair!"

They were consumed by total hopelessness.

They had set out to hunt a rabbit only to find a Primordial Dragon waiting in the tall grass.

"Fight him, and you might just walk away," Ethan stated, his voice devoid of warmth.

Within Ethan’s inner dimension, the World Tree rustled its leaves with impatience.

"But Master... I wish to consume them now. They look quite delicious."

"Have patience," Ethan whispered back.

"They won't be a match for him regardless. Let's enjoy the performance first. I want to see how the ’narrative’ manages a battle between gods."

The generals turned their eyes toward Goku.

Goku stood there, bouncing lightly on his feet and shadow-boxing the empty air.

He appeared simple-minded, foolish, and incredibly eager.

"Fine," the Kizuki general said, rising to his feet and unsheathing his blade.

He felt a flicker of desperate hope.

"We will fight. He may possess the power, but he acts like a child. We have millions of years of war experience on our side."

"One rule," Ethan interjected, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"One at a time. I want to witness every single technique in your arsenal."

The Kizuki general stepped forward.

"I shall go first. I lead the Kizuki family’s martial forces. I will demonstrate to this ’champion’ what a true Axiom being is capable of!"

Goku dropped into a fighting stance, his silver hair radiating light.

"Wow! You seem really tough! Don’t hold anything back, okay?"

Ethan leaned back into the depths of his throne.

"Begin."