My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 4: Growth and mental energy

Ethan drifted off to sleep without a worry. He wasn’t the type of protagonist who had to grind relentlessly day and night to gain power.

Time was the only thing he required.

When the next morning arrived, Ethan pulled up his status:

> [Master: Ethan Hunt

Physique: 0.4

Spirit: 0.4]

His attributes had doubled once more, just as expected from his formidable system. He now wielded 400 kg of force in both his physical body and his spirit. A wave of vitality surged through his veins; he felt lighter, his senses were sharper, and he felt more vibrant than ever before.

After cleaning himself up, he stepped out to find breakfast waiting on the table. A note from his mother sat next to the plate:

> "Honey, we need to go to the office. You eat before going to school, okay? Love you."

A sense of warmth filled his chest as he read the simple message. This brand of quiet care—this maternal love—was something Ethan had never experienced in his previous life. It moved him more deeply than he anticipated.

With a soft smile, he enjoyed the meal before making his way to school.

Inside the walls of Class 10—

Ryan was complaining about his lack of sleep, which was a daily occurrence. Having stayed up late again, he was spending the day looking like a member of the walking dead.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed as he squinted at Ethan.

"Hey, Ethan, you look different. What’s the deal, man? Did you find yourself a little wife? Wait—did little Miss Rose finally agree to bear your child, huh?" he teased, a perverted smirk playing on his lips.

Ethan rolled his eyes and delivered a quick smack to Ryan’s head.

"I wish that were true," he replied with a half-laugh.

Ryan rubbed his scalp, still grinning like an idiot.

"No, seriously, bro—you look healthier. Fresher. What happened?"

After a brief pause, Ethan answered, "I’ve been doing some martial arts training lately. Maybe that’s why?" He spoke thoughtfully, appearing as if he wasn't entirely certain himself.

Ryan’s eyes went wide. "Martial arts training? Seriously? Didn’t we promise to be slick-pants young masters forever? Why the hell would you start training now? Trying to get into Aurora Martial University to impress your little crush?"

Rather than arguing, Ethan simply chuckled. "Yeah... something like that."

Ryan beamed and clapped him on the shoulder. "Then I’ll just have to stick to your thick thigh in the future, oh future martial prodigy!"

Before their banter could go any further, Teacher Arnold entered the room.

"Attention, everyone. I have an announcement," he said, his gaze sweeping across the students. "I previously mentioned that the Quasi-Warrior Certification Test would be on July 15th. However, due to urgent circumstances, the schedule has been moved up. The test is now set for July 7th. Be ready."

Gasps erupted throughout the classroom. While some were thrilled, others were struck by panic—they lacked the time needed to prepare or increase their strength.

Ryan groaned, "Damn it, my old man was nagging me to join a gym yesterday. I was even planning to visit a gym. But now do I have enough time even if I wanted to?"

In contrast, Ethan remained composed. The news didn't surprise him much. At his current rate of growth, he would blow past the required threshold by tomorrow, leaving him with four days to spare.

Following class, Ethan and Ryan headed to the canteen for lunch. While they were waiting in line, someone suddenly shoved Ethan from behind in an attempt to cut ahead.

Acting on instinct, Ethan seized the person’s wrist and twisted it behind their back in one fluid motion.

A sharp squeal cut through the air.

"Aaah! Let go! Let gooo!"

It was Mark—a minor school tyrant. Coming from a wealthy background, Mark was the grandson of the famous martial master, Eric Silva.

Ethan didn't care about his lineage. He was merely returning the favor for the shove.

Struggling and shouting, Mark yelled, "You idiot! Do you know who I am?! I’m Mark Silva—grandson of Eric Silva himself!"

Ethan let out a smirk.

"Huh. Good for you. I just go by Ethan."

The surrounding students burst into laughter.

Mark’s face turned crimson from the humiliation. Usually, people scrambled to curry favor with him wherever he went. But this guy—this Ethan—wasn't following the script.

"You’ll regret this!" Mark spat. "I’ll make you regret ever touching me!"

Before the situation could spiral, a calm, authoritative voice intervened.

"That’s enough, Mark."

It was Rose—the class president. She was beautiful, composed, and respected by everyone. Though she didn't come from a rich family, her natural charisma granted her a status that money couldn't buy.

"You tried to cut the line and now you’re making open threats? Perhaps I should mention this to the principal," she stated firmly.

Mark’s confidence vanished instantly. Turning pale, he backed down. Not only did he fear the principal, but he also harbored a massive crush on Rose.

Gritting his teeth, he stomped away without another word.

Ethan watched him leave, his eyes narrowing. The look in Mark’s eyes was dangerous. He might turn into a persistent thorn in Ethan’s side. Perhaps, Ethan thought, it would be better to just remove him entirely.

He turned to Rose and offered a genuine smile. "Thanks for stepping in."

Rose smiled back. "You’re pretty impressive, Ethan. I didn’t know you had it in you. You stopped Mark’s hand without even looking. It seems you’ve been training hard in martial arts."

Ethan scratched the back of his head sheepishly. He hadn't actually practiced any martial arts; it was pure reflex triggered by the increase in his spirit power.

Back at their table, Ryan resumed his teasing.

"Man, you’re on a roll! Even our future sister-in-law gave you a compliment. Good for you, bro~"

Ethan slapped his head again, sitting down with a grin.

Being recognized by his crush... it felt pretty damn good.

When Ethan returned home that evening, his parents were still away.

He lay on his bed, reflecting on the day's events.

He had humiliated Mark—the type of person who, in typical novels, would stop at nothing for vengeance, even if it meant ruining entire families. Ethan decided to keep a sharp eye on him. If Mark did anything reckless...

He’d kill him. Without a second thought.

Four days passed in a flash.

July 7th.

Ethan stood in the school courtyard alongside the other students. Today, they were headed to the Martial Association branch to obtain their Quasi-Warrior Certificates.

He opened his system panel:

> [Master: Ethan Hunt

Physique: 6.4

Spirit: 6.4]

In just four days, his attributes had reached 6.4—a sixteen-fold increase.

Furthermore, he had shattered the iron rule: no one was supposed to surpass 1000 kg of force before unlocking their gene lock.

Now, Ethan possessed over six tons of force within his body and spirit.

Additionally, something else had surfaced—mental energy had awakened just after his spirit crossed the 1-point threshold.

He could now move objects from a distance through sheer will. At 6 points, he could manipulate up to 6 tons in total, though he was limited to six individual objects at once. Even if the total weight was within his limit, he couldn't control more than six items simultaneously.

Still, Ethan wasn't concerned. He would figure things out as he progressed.

His gaze swept across the courtyard and landed on Mark.

Curiously, Mark hadn't made a single move over the last four days. It surprised Ethan, but he didn't dwell on it.

Mark, however, was simmering with poisonous rage. He had complained to his father about Ethan but was told to wait until after the certification. Once that certificate was in his hands... Ethan would be nothing more than a bug to be crushed.

Mark had also consumed a body-strengthening fluid. His strength now exceeded 700 kg. He was certain he would pass with flying colors.

He glared at Ethan and hissed under his breath, "Just wait. After today, I’ll show you the true meaning of hell."

Teacher Arnold stepped forward, delivered a brief motivational speech, and led the students onto the bus.

Ethan couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement.

He had a strange intuition.

Today... he might just awaken a talent.

Let’s see what the future has in store.