My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 399: End of the trial

One hundred million clones, alongside the original Ethan, erupted with their auras simultaneously.

This was no mere shockwave.

It was a physical weight, a crushing force that squeezed the very breath from every candidate present.

Under this immense pressure, the bodies of the weaker candidates simply imploded, disintegrating into clouds of red mist in an instant.

Those with more strength were forced to their knees, their bones snapping under the concentrated gravity of a hundred million Origin Paragons.

All mocking laughter died away.

A silence as heavy as lead replaced it.

"The Will warned you that I was an anomaly," Ethan remarked, treading through the empty air.

Candidates standing in his path were shoved aside by the sheer force of his presence.

"However, it failed to explain what that truly meant."

"It meant that I am the final chapter of your story."

The carnage that followed could not be described as a battle.

A battle suggests that victory is possible for either side.

This was a harvest.

Ethan offered no second chances.

He had no interest in hearing their desperate pleas or excuses.

He cut through them like a reaper moving through a field of wheat.

Each clone delivered a single, flawless strike.

A hundred million swords swept out in perfect unison.

The void was stained red.

These "protagonists," who had survived endless trials and tribulations, were wiped away as if they were nothing more than ink on a page.

Their "unbeatable" techniques were brushed aside like mere cobwebs.

Ethan walked through the center of the slaughter, his expression remaining cold and detached.

He took no pleasure in this.

Yet, he felt no remorse either.

They had come to claim his life for a prize.

They had gambled with their souls.

And they had lost.

As each candidate perished, a thread of golden light ascended from their remains.

These were the Supreme Bloodlines.

The core essence of their latent potential and power.

With a wave of Ethan’s hand, the World Tree within him roared to life.

Its roots surged out from his shadow, snaking across the void to seize every drop of blood and every strand of light.

Fifty million. Seventy million. One hundred million.

The World Tree consumed them all.

Ethan permitted it to drink the blood because it had gained a new talent after devouring the five Axiom Realm generals it required.

It now possessed the ability to refine positive bloodlines and fuse multiple bloodlines into a single, powerful one.

Ethan commanded it to compress those 100 million bloodlines into 10,000 elite ones.

He intended to merge those 10,000 into his own Omni bloodline.

It was a feast unparalleled in history.

The tree expanded at a visible pace.

Its branches pierced the various layers of reality.

Its leaves transformed into miniature suns.

In a matter of minutes, the 100 million candidates had vanished.

No corpses remained. No ruins were left behind. Not even a lingering spirit stayed.

There was only Ethan Hunt, standing in a void that had been thoroughly purged of life.

The ensuing silence was even more deafening than the screams had been.

Ethan stood alone.

His clones dissolved into pure energy, flowing back into his body.

He felt a rush of power so overwhelming it threatened to rupture his very skin.

His bloodline was undergoing evolution.

A hundred million fragments of "destiny" were merging into one terrifying entity.

Suddenly, the cold, mechanical voice of the Will returned.

It did not sound pleased.

[WORLD WIDE ANNOUNCEMENT]

[The Trial of the Throne of Destiny has concluded.]

[Candidate Ethan Hunt has attained 100% authority by eliminating all other competitors.]

[You may now declare your wish.]

A pause followed.

Then, the tone of the voice shifted.

It dropped lower, becoming more personal and laced with a hidden threat.

[But you should tread carefully, Ethan Hunt.]

[Do not wish for something you might not live to enjoy.]

[There are eyes watching you that are capable of erasing even an Emperor of Destiny.]

Ethan’s eyes narrowed.

It was an overt threat.

The Will was warning him not to seek anything that challenged the creators.

Not to ask for their destruction.

Otherwise, he would be executed before the wish could be fulfilled.

Ethan understood his current limitations.

He was powerful, but he was not yet prepared to face "Absolute Continuum" beings, much less the creators themselves.

If he demanded too much now, he would be crushed before he could reach his full potential.

He pondered for a moment.

His mind weighed the various possibilities.

He required a method to grow in secret—a way to shield himself from the watchful eyes of the higher realms.

"I will not pry any further into the 'Truth' for the time being," Ethan declared, his voice echoing through the hollow void.

"I am well aware that I am no match for you people yet."

He looked up toward the "sky" of the trial grounds.

"I have decided on my wish."

"I wish for you to upgrade my Space Cube to its absolute maximum potential."

The Space Cube was his most vital tool.

It allowed him to remain hidden from the gaze of heaven and granted him the precious gift of time.

By maximizing its potential, he wasn't just acquiring a "toy."

He was obtaining a fortress that not even the Will of the Eternal Domain could infiltrate.

A long silence followed as the Will seemed to calculate the request.

Eventually, a pillar of black-and-white light descended from the highest peak of reality.

It struck the small cube held in Ethan's hand.

The cube began to rotate, vibrating so violently it became a blur.

It expanded and contracted rapidly.

Its surface was etched with runes that had not been seen since the dawn of time.

[Wish Granted.]

But Ethan sought confirmation.

"Nini, give me your status update."

"Master, I have evolved into an Origin Artifact. I can now block the prying eyes of anyone up to four realms above your own.

I can also accelerate the time field by a factor of one million.

But most importantly, my internal space can now expand infinitely.

You may place Origin Worlds within me. With every world added, I will grow stronger in direct proportion to their quantity and quality.

You can even manifest a world, or a peak world, directly from reality itself.

And Master, I can now forge a weapon. The power of that weapon will be equal to the combined weight of every world contained within me."

"Damn. You and I truly are alike."

Ethan chuckled softly.

"My own body can also host an infinite number of worlds.

However, adding worlds to you will benefit me as well.

I am the god of my own internal world, but within your worlds, I can become a ruler. There is a fundamental distinction."

Ethan spoke with calm certainty, as if declaring an unavoidable truth.

He was preparing to enter seclusion.

First, he needed to ascend to the rank of Progenitor. He had to fully integrate with the Progenitor bloodline and claim absolute dominion over humanity.

Following that, he would start the search for his family.

He would not rest until every single one of them was found.

Then, he would found a supreme Human Empire, a single banner to unite every branch of the human race.

Finally, he would establish his own law.

The Law of Infinity.

Everything was mapped out. Now, only execution remained.

A white light wrapped around Ethan.

Boom.

He vanished from the trial grounds.

In the following instant, Ethan returned to the world he had fashioned inside the body of that primordial creature.

"Huh? I’m back? In my own world."

He smiled slightly.

"That isn't bad at all. I hope that girl is still around. She still has a few lessons to learn."

Ethan was satisfied.

He now possessed power equivalent to an Origin Paragon. With the Sword of Infinity in his hand, his actual combat strength reached the Eternal Sovereign Realm.

If he played his cards correctly, he could even stand against an entire powerful race alone.

Thus, a young girl from an Original Race was no longer a real threat to him.

Ethan expanded his mental domain.

He quickly picked up her presence.

She had not departed.

At this very moment, she was busy torturing Ragnarok.