My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 426: Apocalypse Bloodline
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Silently, the massive iron doors of the tower parted as Rose and Zara drew closer.
Melida and Mr. Harrow trailed behind them, their steps filled with uncertainty.
Everyone had sensed that golden surge that had shaken the entire realm just moments ago.
They rode the elevator up to the 20th level.
Upon the doors sliding apart, no sterile lab or shadowy workshop awaited them.
Rather, they entered a grand, refined chamber.
Gentle illumination emanated from the walls, while at the heart of the room lay a lengthy table covered in rare fruits, hot meals, and glass pitchers brimming with glowing liquids.
Ethan, or more precisely the Omega Clone, lingered near the window.
His form was outlined against the starry expanse of the Dragon World.
He pivoted around, wearing a welcoming, captivating grin.
Differing from the primary form, this version of Ethan seemed friendly, practically beaming with vitality.
"Please, join me," Ethan motioned to the comfortable seats.
"Thank you, sir," Zara replied gently, her gaze widened as she settled into a chair.
After all had taken their places and the first unease faded amid some bites of the feast, Ethan reclined.
His face transitioned from relaxed entertainer to earnest guide.
"Now, let’s get to the point directly," he started, his eyes locking onto Zara.
"Lady Zara, I have spent a great deal of time analyzing your genetic makeup."
"You possess the Apocalypse Bloodline."
"It is important for you to understand that this does not belong to the known 2,900 bloodlines."
"Your bloodline belongs to the last 100 mysterious Origin Races," Ethan went on.
"We don’t know what they look like or where they live."
"We aren’t even sure if they are strictly ’stronger’ than the common races, but they are different."
"They are fundamentally different."
"My inspection shows that your bloodline, even in its dormant state, is at least ten times more potent than the Ice Dragon or the Genesis Vampire bloodlines."
Zara clutched the table's rim, her breathing catching sharply.
"I have prepared a special serum for you," Ethan announced, revealing a tiny flask containing a dense, throbbing red fluid.
"It will purify your bloodline to exactly 95%."
"However, I have a strict warning."
"After you take this, you must never use a bloodline refining method."
"We do not know the consequences if this specific lineage reaches 100%."
"A full awakening might bring something into this world that cannot be sent back."
Silence enveloped the chamber.
His declaration hung like an oppressive force in the air.
"Thank you... big brother," Zara whispered without thinking.
Melida, Mr. Harrow, and Rose herself stared at Zara in utter shock.
Addressing a figure capable of crafting Source Authority weapons as "big brother" bordered on insanity or bold audacity.
They braced for Ethan to grow icy, maybe even erase her for the disrespect.
Yet Ethan let out a laugh.
The tone rang light and sincere.
"I am s..." Zara began, stumbling over words in apology, her cheeks flushing.
Ethan raised a palm to halt her.
"It’s alright."
"You can call me big brother."
"I think it suits our current arrangement."
"In fact, Lady Erina back at the palace can call me that as well."
His attention then shifted to Rose, a playful spark in his stare.
"But Lady Rose... you certainly cannot."
Rose's pulse hammered wildly in her chest.
Heat flooded her face, and she dropped her eyes to her dish, concealing the tangle of feelings surging within.
Ethan refrained from jesting more.
He slid the flask over the table to Zara.
"Please take this."
"I suggest you absorb it here, in front of me."
"If your power fluctuates too wildly, I can stabilize the environment."
"Alright, big brother. I’ll do it."
Zara showed no delay.
She seized the flask and downed its contents swiftly.
At first, silence reigned.
Soon, a deep rumble started pulsing beneath their feet.
Boom!
A surge of shadowy, regal power burst forth from Zara's frame.
Her locks floated as though submerged in water.
A subtle purple sheen began to radiate from her skin.
The tower quaked violently.
Ethan swiftly deployed his supreme domain, a glowing shield designed to trap the escaping forces.
Yet it proved too slow.
In the distance, within a realm bridging the positive and negative planes—a domain of hazy fogs and unending quiet—a entity stirred and opened its gaze.
These were no mortal orbs.
They formed endless chasms harboring death in their depths.
"Someone from my bloodline has awakened?" the entity murmured.
His words bypassed the air.
They resonated across reality's weave.
"The purity is only 95%."
"A partial awakening in the lower plane."
"But significant enough."
He sealed his eyes once more.
Still, his consciousness extended through the emptiness to a follower.
"Enter the positive plane," the Progenitor ordered.
"Find our bloodline holder and retrieve them."
"If the ’One Above All’ or any other guardian of that plane dares to resist..."
"You have my permission to erase that entire plane from the map."
"As you wish, Progenitor," a response echoed.
It boomed like a doomsday chime, laden with finality's dread.
"The positive plane, huh?" the follower pondered silently as he set off.
"I visited that half-baked plane eons ago."
"It might be fun to see if it burns any brighter today."
He dissolved from sight.
His travel defied all measures of space.
If Ethan had detected this entity's presence, a profound dread unlike any before would have gripped him.
This monster embodied an Absolute Continuum existence.
One far older and more steadfast than "The Presence" that had once assaulted Ethan.
They hailed from the neutral zone. They consisted of balanced positive and negative essences.
They represented the enigmatic overlords Ethan was gradually ascending toward.
Within the tower once again, Ethan observed Zara with unwavering focus.
Her change was breathtaking.
Though her cultivation remained rooted in the Primordial realm, her sheer battle strength soared dramatically.
At 95% purity, she edged into Origin Paragon domain.
She transformed into a mobile catastrophe for any foe who challenged her.
Abruptly, Ethan sensed a piercing, frosty sting at his nape.
It stemmed from the Law of Fate.
The unseen strands of destiny were coiling.
A grim, choking fog advanced along his life's course.
It foretold a colossal darkness looming, poised to devour all his achievements.
What is going on? Ethan pondered, his jaw clenching.
Do the Absolute Continuum beings already know I’m here?
Or is this something tied to Zara’s blood?
He set the concern aside temporarily.
He refused to display frailty before his visitors.
His focus shifted to Melida, who gazed at the slumbering Zara with blended wonder and terror.
Ethan flicked his wrist.
A dazzling white lash materialized upon the table.
It appeared flexible and graceful.
Twisted from metallic strands that snared the chamber's glow.
"Ms. Melida," Ethan stated evenly.
"As promised, I have created your weapon."
"Please, take it."
Melida fixed her eyes on the lash.
She perceived the Eternal Grade essence pulsing from it.
A chilling, swift vigor that mirrored her very spirit.
Her jaw dropped slack.
A drop of drool gathered at her lip's edge until she snapped back.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you so much!" she chirped.
She hugged the lash tightly, as if cradling a treasured infant.
Next to her, Mr. Harrow buzzed with envy.
He eyed the lash.
Then Ethan.
Then the ground.
He bitterly wished he had chosen Rose or Zara as his disciple sooner in their paths.
He resembled a pauper eyeing a monarch distributing gold to another.
Ethan caught the elder's inner turmoil.
He directed his sight at him.
"Mr. Harrow," Ethan declared.
"You have a task ahead of you."
"Teach lady Rose’s family well."
"Ensure their foundation is solid and their techniques are sharp."
"If you do your job perfectly, I will craft a custom-made weapon specifically for you as well."
Harrow's head jerked upward.
His gaze ignited like beacons.
The envy evaporated.
Fervent, blazing devotion took its place.
"Thank you, sir!"
"I will teach every single one of them personally!"
"I will stay awake for a hundred years if I have to!"
"That is my promise!"
Ethan nodded.