My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 425: Creating the auction materials

Within the Space Cube, the atmosphere vibrated with an energy that defied the rules of the physical realm. Ethan faced a duplicate of himself that mirrored his appearance perfectly, but the vibe surrounding this entity set it apart entirely.

This represented his inaugural Omega Clone.

For its formation, Ethan executed a ceremony of self-division. He delved into the depths of his consciousness and extracted the essence of "Happiness." Consequently, Ethan Hunt's core form lingered there, his countenance sculpted like stone, striking yet completely barren of any cheer.

His gaze remained impartial, viewing existence as mere calculations and strategic plays.

Conversely, the Omega Clone emanated a lively, nearly overpowering vitality. Its presence exceeded Ethan's by a full thirty percent.

"Head out and safeguard the family. I'm relying on you," Ethan instructed. His tone stayed even, missing the affection he typically showed his sisters.

The clone flashed a broad, contagious smile that the authentic Ethan could no longer replicate.

"Count on me. I'll ensure their safety while you handle the planning."

Ethan passed the Sword of Infinity to him. It carried a grave duty, yet it proved essential. Should an Absolute Continuum entity—one of the ultimate rulers of reality—choose to meddle, the clone would require that sword merely to endure the opening clash.

Moreover, Ethan had cut off the clone's karmic ties. It existed as a specter in fate's ledger, invisible to all watchful gazes.

A burst of radiance later, the Omega Clone disappeared.

It materialized right away within the Tower in the Dragon World, positioned beside the earlier, less potent clone.

"Wow," the fresh clone grumbled, clenching his fists and sensing the immense strength coursing through his body. "This sensation is unreal."

Yet he couldn't afford delays. His task involved filling the auction with treasures that would leave even the wealthiest rulers feeling impoverished.

He began with Eternal Grade armaments. Using seamless skill, he forged four exceptional pieces: a longsword capable of slicing dimensions, a bow that always struck true, and a compact dagger oozing a toxin that dissolved spirits.

The fourth piece became a whip. While weaving its alloy strands, he recalled his vow to Melida. He tailored this whip for her alone, making it flexible, swift, and infused with a frosty edge to match her essence.

Still, these served only as starters. Ethan aimed to produce something unparalleled.

He shut his eyes and envisioned an armament that connected endless timelines. He pictured a mirror able to locate every variant of a foe across all alternate realities and eliminate them all at once.

It formed a horrifying idea, an instrument of complete annihilation.

"Creation," Ethan murmured.

At once, the golden cells in his primary form ignited. The blaze grew so fierce that the surrounding air transformed into ionized gas. His flesh shone like a fading sun, and briefly, the Space Cube quaked.

Suddenly, the glow faded. The cells dulled. A uncommon wave of bodily fatigue struck Ethan.

[Master, you attempted to forge an armament whose might exceeds the Origin Grade. At your current Source Authority level, such creation lies beyond your capabilities.]

Ethan examined his palms.

"That's the situation then. The understanding exists, but my form can't contain it."

He recognized the peril in his mindset. Crafting a mirror to peer into other realms might allow glimpses of additional Absolute Continuum entities dwelling there.

Such insights belonged to a prohibited domain, reserved solely for those external deities.

"Alright," the clone exhaled. "I'll settle for a typical Source Authority level armament."

He altered his blueprint. Now, he conceived a violin. He intended it as a sonic weapon, a device that could shake the particles of a Source Authority entity until they broke apart.

It would obliterate both affirmative and adverse substances, erasing all traces.

This attempt flowed without hitches. With the last string secured on the ebony, gleaming frame, a thunderous roar echoed through the tower.

A paramount presence burst from the violin. It didn't confine itself to the structure; instead, it expanded in a vast golden surge. The wave rolled over the Ice Dragon territory and pierced the emptiness, slamming into adjacent realms of inferior species like a tangible strike.

Across the neighboring domains, responses erupted at once.

"What kind of presence is this?" an Eternal Sovereign wheezed, dropping to his knees under the onslaught. "Is some Source Authority elder venting rage?"

However, the genuine titans—the Source Authorities—perceived something far more profound. No fury stirred them; rather, they sensed the emergence of an artifact.

"This can't be," a Progenitor hissed from his shadowy seat. "That's no individual. That's an armament. But Source Authority armaments are legends! Mere tales for the young!"

For these entities, an armament of such caliber posed an illogical paradox. How could an item wield greater force than a primordial soul?

Nevertheless, the tremor in the atmosphere confirmed that the "unthinkable" now resided within a tower.

Beyond the tower, the atmosphere rippled. Lucifer emerged, his stare locked on the uppermost level. He resembled less a menacing fiend and more an academic beholding a wonder.

"The Land of the Ancients," Lucifer muttered under his breath. "He must hail from there. Only they possess designs for such marvels."

He scanned the area, detecting the concealed stares of fellow observers lurking in the dark. With a subtle, derisive grin, he faded away once more.

He had observed plenty. Next, he sought the particular fiend who had challenged him before. He figured that one served as another pawn in Ethan Hunt's game.

In the regal hall housing Rose and her kin, the panes shuddered in place.

Melida and Mr. Harrow sat in a contemplation room, struggling to absorb the immense potency filling the air. Though formidable themselves, this fresh presence dwarfed them.

"That originated from Mr. Hunt's tower, right?" Melida inquired, dabbing perspiration from her brow.

Mr. Harrow inclined his head gravely. "No question about it. The waves extend to the galaxy's distant bounds. This goes beyond a mere auction, Melida. It's a call to arms. Every major Source Authority figure will descend upon us."

"Can the Ice Dragon Empire manage so many beasts simultaneously?" Melida questioned, her tone quivering.

"We won't need to," Harrow answered, glancing at the tower. "They're not targeting us. They're drawn to him. We're merely the venue."

Following that, Ethan produced the blood serums as well.

Soon enough, the clone grinned.

"The setup is complete. Let them arrive whenever. I aim to forge as many alliances as I can.

Once that's done, I'll begin hunting for an Origin world to found my Human empire," he thought to himself.

The daylight had already faded.

Ethan noticed Zara and Rose positioned before the tower.

Melida and Mr. Harrow stood just behind them.

The entrance swung open on its own. Ethan had woven their signatures into the tower's defenses, granting them free access without needing approval.

"Please head to the 20th floor."