My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 419: Don’t give advice to strangers
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Ryan stood frozen in shock.
He could hardly trust what he'd just heard.
The individual known as the "Demon," who had crashed into their realm like a massive wave and seized control of the Dragon World's economy through one explosive auction, now claimed he wished to mentor him.
Why him?
Did it involve Lady Rose?
Or perhaps some other hidden reason?
"Umm, excuse me, sir! Could I ask you something?" Ryan ventured cautiously.
"Of course," Ethan responded offhandedly, reclining against the advanced control panel in the secluded training chamber.
"Why are you helping us like this? Is it for Lady Rose? Do you love her? Or are you just using this to manipulate her feelings and end up hurting her later?"
Fear of Ethan's immense strength gripped Ryan, yet his devotion to his comrades overpowered any dread.
Ethan grinned faintly.
Though Ryan's recollections had vanished, his steadfast friendship remained unchanged.
Certain bonds ran deeper than mere memories, etched into the very essence of the spirit.
"Certain enigmas, Ryan, aren't meant for easy answers," Ethan stated, his tone shifting to gravity. "Keep this in mind: neither you nor anyone else will suffer harm from me. I stand as no foe to you."
Ethan might have revealed the full story at that instant.
Yet his investigations into the memory loss of Rose and her group had led to a dead end, surprisingly so.
It seemed some supreme entity was actively shielding the reality from his grasp.
Patience guided him; he chose to allow events to unfold on their own. Ethan sensed that powerful observers tracked his every action.
Thus, he would bide his time until he could shatter them outright.
Ryan's gaze brightened as he absorbed the words.
A burden eased from his shoulders.
A true grin spread across his features.
"Thank you, sir."
Ethan gave a nod.
"Alright, time to begin. You've activated the Eternal Titan bloodline, though its purity sits at just 60%. I've got a unique cultivation method tailored for you. Your task is to apply it and purify your bloodline up to 100%."
"100%?" Ryan exclaimed in disbelief. "Is that really achievable?"
"Within this tower, all things become feasible," Ethan assured him. "Head to the 60th floor. A time acceleration zone awaits there, where moments pass 10,000 times quicker than in the outer world. Make use of it. Rose, Zara, and your wife depend on your strength. I'm relying on you, Ryan."
Ethan rose into the air, aligning his gaze with the towering twelve-foot frame of Ryan.
His index finger touched Ryan's brow.
A rush of knowledge streamed into Ryan's thoughts, imprinting the intricate Titan cultivation method into his mind.
Ryan offered a profound bow once again.
Words failed to convey his thanks, so he resolved to prove it through relentless effort.
He pivoted and marched directly to the 60th floor.
Once Ryan departed, Ethan chose to step outside.
He aimed to stroll through the city, collect bits of intel, and await the coming day.
He disappeared from the chamber and materialized on the bustling avenue before his corporation.
Ethan wandered without direction, savoring the odd wonders of the Dragon World.
All at once, a thunderous announcement resounded across the heavens, boosted by magical means.
"Hear me, citizens of the Ice Dragon race! Saintess Rose now ascends as the Leading Saintess of our people! A lavish feast spans five days. All are welcome to partake, and guests from every other race too!"
Melida's voice rang out.
Leveraging her status as an Eternal Sovereign, she ensured the entire territory learned of her kept vow.
Ethan merely smirked.
Hunger tugged at him, and a five-day celebration promised an ideal spot to sample this realm's treats.
He set off toward the city's heart.
The Ice Dragon race wielded great might, boasting 45 Eternal Sovereigns, with 40 commanding their separate clans.
The Royal Family claimed the remaining five.
They traced lineage back to the Ice Dragon race's Progenitor, an entity at the Source Authority realm.
Eternal Sovereigns held the ability to elevate those with sufficient promise to sainthood.
Yet appointing someone as the "Leading Saintess" demanded Melida call in favors and invoke the pledge tied to the Eternal weapon from Ethan.
As he progressed, snippets of chatter from locals reached his ears.
"Hey, who's this Rose? Never heard the name before."
"She must be extraordinary to claim the Leading Saintess role. I figured all Saints stood equal."
Excitement buzzed among the Ice Dragons.
They yearned to behold the figure guiding their youth.
With the feast delayed until dusk, Ethan continued his wanderings.
While rounding a bend close to the grand palace, a light touch landed on his shoulder.
"Pardon me, friend. Could you point me to the Ethan Hunt Company?"
Ethan spun around, confronted by a sight that halted him briefly.
A figure resembling a demon loomed right in front of him.
Outwardly, it resembled a typical demon.
But Ethan's vision pierced far deeper.
This entity embodied raw chaos and ruin, a Source Authority tier existence.
The creature masked itself, curbing its might to mimic an ordinary Origin Paragon.
To Ethan, such deceptions proved worthless.
He sensed this one surpassed even Puffin in power.
"Is this the Progenitor of the Origin Demon race?" Ethan pondered inwardly.
"Why not just scan the city yourself?" Ethan shot back, irritation lacing his words.
Regardless of the entity's identity, the chaotic vibe emanating from it soured his disposition.
The demon rubbed his head, feigning harmlessness.
"Truth is, divine sense scans are banned within city limits. I picked up a recognizable aura from you, so I figured I'd inquire," the demon explained, flashing a grin.
Yet Ethan caught the menacing spark in those eyes.
This powerhouse customarily dictated others' destinies, and it had likely already sealed Ethan's in its mind.
"The Ethan Hunt Company lies on the city's north end. But they're shut down at the moment," Ethan answered, his vexation plain.
"Got it, thanks. And friend, you ought to treat strangers with more courtesy," the demon advised, his grin stretching into a feral leer. "Who can say? You might land in a bind too tough to escape."
The warning came cloaked as casual counsel.
Ethan didn't flinch.
He returned the smile.
"Maybe you should quit dishing out tips to random folks on the street. Who knows? Someone might decide to beat you down right here if it rubs them wrong, huh?"
The demon's expression stiffened for an instant.
He hadn't anticipated such bold retort from an apparent inferior.
Before a reply could form, Ethan turned and strode off.
He felt certain the demon wouldn't strike in plain view, risking exposure, but a later assault seemed inevitable.
Ethan welcomed the challenge. He sought no trouble, yet if trouble sought him, he'd respond without mercy.
Once Ethan departed, the demon faded from sight as well.
"A demon dares act cocky before me? I'll uncover his bloodline soon enough," a smirk crept back onto his face.