My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 401: Finally he found Rose
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Ethan had a mountain of tasks ahead of him.
However, one priority stood above the rest.
The integration of the Progenitor Bloodline.
If a true bloodline bond linked him to the human race, then no matter Rose's location or how far his kin had been scattered through the cosmos, he would track them down.
It didn't matter if they were concealed beyond alien worlds.
It didn't matter if they were entombed beneath the weight of countless epochs.
Closing his eyes, he spoke.
"Merge."
The order was succinct.
The moment his intent manifested, the Progenitor Blood surged in response.
A wave of warmth permeated his frame—not with violence or force, but with a gentle grace, like a missing piece of himself finally clicking back into place.
No theatrical metamorphosis occurred. There was no thunderous blast of Cultivation energy. His body didn't warp or grow, and his features remained unchanged.
What he attained instead was mastery.
A flawless, primal level of control.
He could sense every individual droplet of blood racing through his Meridians, each one saturated with primordial authority. His heart pulsed with a steady rhythm, and with every thrum, spectral threads reached out, weaving themselves into the very fabric of the universe.
Simultaneously, a deluge of memories flooded his mind.
These were not his own experiences.
This was the chronicle of the Progenitor.
Ethan became a phantom witness as the tapestry of the past unfurled.
The Progenitor was not originally human.
He had been born into one of the foundational races of the universe.
The Titan Race.
These were primordial beings, the physical manifestations of raw power and natural law. Their very essence was the Law of Strength. Every Titan was a colossus whose stride could crack landmasses and whose breath could level mountain ranges.
Out of the three thousand original races, the Titans reigned supreme in terms of physical dominance.
Yet, the Progenitor was an anomaly.
He was born feeble.
Tiny.
Brittle.
The Titan bloodline had bypassed him, and the Law of Strength remained dormant. To his people, he was nothing but a defective creature—a mistake of nature that never should have been.
The Titans had no tolerance for the weak.
His own flesh and blood cast him aside.
Exiled from his birthplace, he was left to the mercy of the cold universe.
The vision shifted.
Wandering alone through the void, the Progenitor eventually reached a melting-pot civilization where myriad races lived together. It was there that he discovered the path of Cultivation.
It was power not granted by birthright, but forged through sheer willpower.
The moment he began his Cultivation, something miraculous happened.
He was a transcendent genius.
A monster of pure comprehension.
Whatever he lacked in natural brawn, he compensated for with profound insight, flexibility, and a peerless connection to Qi. His progress through the realms of Cultivation left every surrounding race in awe.
One step at a time, realm by realm, he ascended.
He transformed from a discarded wretch into a supreme existence.
Eventually, he stepped into the Source Authority Realm.
This was the same level of power held by the forefather of the Titan Race.
When the Titans realized what he had become, they sought to reclaim him. They offered him glory, prestige, and a rank equal to their own progenitor.
He turned them down.
He had already grasped the fundamental truths of the world.
He had already resolved to birth something entirely new.
Humanity.
The Progenitor did not manually fashion every human. He did not labor over the design of every single soul.
He simply manifested the concept of a new species.
Utilizing his power as a Source Being, he wove that concept into the laws of creation.
From that point forward, humans began to appear naturally across the multiverse, thriving without further help.
They were born weak.
Their lives were fleeting.
And yet, their potential was infinite.
The visions receded.
Ethan opened his eyes.
The fusion was complete.
Now, he could feel it—the connection.
With just a thought, he could link his consciousness to a boundless ocean of lives.
The Human Race.
The only question was: could his mind handle the strain?
The answer was certain.
Yes.
His physical state had already reached the Origin Paragon Realm. According to the inherited knowledge, humans were limited to the Emperor Realm, largely because the design of creation remained unfinished.
Thus, he could endure the burden.
"Begin."
The command rang out.
Boom.
In a flash, invisible tethers exploded from Ethan, anchoring him to an astronomical number of bloodline imprints. The impact was staggering, as if the weight of a billion suns was suddenly resting on a mortal's shoulders.
For a brief second, even Ethan wavered.
His breath caught in his throat.
Then, he let out a slow, controlled exhale.
He took a seated position, crossing his legs to steady himself as his consciousness stabilized. He didn't hurry; he waited for the mental tempest to calm.
Only when he reached a state of perfect balance did he start the search.
He wasn't sure how long it would take to scan every single bloodline signature.
Even those with faint traces, half-humans, and distant kin were included in the net.
The scale was beyond comprehension.
But time was no longer his enemy.
Inside the space cube, the time-dilation field made reality move a million times faster.
He possessed all the time in the world.
Elsewhere.
A primordial beast stepped into the Forest of Gira.
This was a supreme wilderness, a territory where Eternal Sovereign Realm monsters ruled. No sentient race dared to trespass here.
The beast moved with caution.
Before it could advance, a gargantuan tiger blocked the path. It exuded the suffocating pressure of the Genesis Realm, its eyes shimmering with ancient wisdom.
"Halt," the tiger commanded. "You smell of the Genesis Vampire Race. Do you have ties to them?"
The creature bowed its head.
It was a bird called Pantaloon, looking like a savage eagle with feathers as sharp as swords. It answered truthfully, recounting its escape from the Alucard family.
The tiger paused.
After a heavy silence, it moved aside.
"You are fortunate," it noted.
Pantaloon entered the woods and found a quiet corner to settle in, living a life of seclusion.
Five days passed in the outside world.
Within Ethan’s accelerated field, five million days had elapsed.
Thirteen thousand seven hundred years.
During that time, Ethan did nothing but process data.
Finally, the tide of information began to ebb.
Then it stopped.
"10⁵⁰," Ethan muttered.
That was the total population of humanity across all existence.
Now, the true mission began.
Finding Rose.
Finding his kin.
His pulse quickened.
"I hope I find you," he whispered to the void. "I still owe Rose a magnificent wedding."
He commenced the scan.
But even with his level of power, checking that many signatures one by one would take an eternity.
He made a choice.
With a mental flick, Ethan manifested 10⁵⁰ clones.
Each clone was assigned a single bloodline mark.
The sheer act of distribution took centuries.
A hundred years later.
A single clone finally hit a lead.
The mark it followed stretched far into the distance.
It passed the primordial Pantaloon.
It went beyond the Forest of Gira.
It exited the Origin World entirely.
It traversed countless dimensional rifts and layers of reality until it pierced into another realm.
It was a world of terrifying majesty.
An Origin World, equal in scale to the Eternal Domain or the Genesis Vampire Realm.
The bloodline link connected.
To a woman.
She was the very definition of beauty.
Possessing an eternal elegance.
Her hair was a cascade of snow-white, her face divine and untouched by the passing of years. But her eyes were hollow, reflecting a deep, silent grief.
The clone’s heart raced.
It was Rose.
His Rose.
But she was drowning in sorrow.
Isolated from the world around her.
The vision was instantly transmitted to Ethan’s primary body.
His heart broke and mended in the same instant.
Millions of years had passed without her.
He had always hated tales where destiny tore lovers apart.
And yet, that was exactly what had happened to him.
"Why are you so unhappy, my princess?" he murmured.
Then he spotted the others.
His family.
The Alpha Omega Team.
They were all present.
Suddenly, a voice broke the silence of the scene.
"Saintess, the prince of the Flame Dragon Race has come to see you. Please come out. He is the most suitable match for you."
A servant girl stood at the entrance.
Rose didn't even turn around.
"I have already stated that I will not marry," she answered softly. "Not until my memories of the past return. Not until I know for certain if I already have a husband."
"Your Highness," the maid pleaded, "even if you did, he would be beneath you now. You are the Saintess of the Ice Dragon Clan of the Origin Dragon Race."
Rose’s tone turned cold.
"Tell the prince to depart. I will not see him."
Ethan’s eyes flashed with fierce determination.
"I'm coming for you," he said under his breath.