My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 432: Going to finish his evolution
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His gaze shifted to the suspended holographic interface of the Status Panel.
[Time until Power Synchronization: 11 Hours, 38 Minutes]
"Eleven hours," Ethan murmured softly.
"In just eleven hours, that scoundrel's power will belong to me."
He shut his eyes, attempting to focus his mind in meditation, yet visions of the Messenger, that unwelcome intruder, continually invaded his thoughts.
The memory of how the man had casually deflected the One Above All’s "Erasure" as if brushing off an annoying insect tormented him.
This went beyond mere power.
It represented a superior form of being.
It resembled the gap between a person battling a tempest and someone who embodied the tempest itself.
"Yumiko," Ethan summoned mentally.
"Maintain a firm track on his energy signature. Alert me if he so much as makes a sound."
[Master, the Messenger remains motionless close to the impact location. Still, his detection radius is growing wider.]
[He's not simply observing with his sight; he's sensing the essence of this realm.]
[The Space Cube’s hiding mechanism endures, though it's facing tremendous strain.]
Ethan muttered a curse quietly.
As a budding Grade 1 Absolute entity, he felt reduced to a rodent cowering in a cabinet while a ravenous feline stalked the room beyond.
A chill knot of dread settled heavily in his stomach.
Never before had he experienced such utter inferiority.
Even facing the One Above All, he believed he could outmaneuver his foe to claim triumph.
But against the Messenger?
The Messenger hailed from a domain where the rules of physics served only as loose guidelines.
Beyond the Cube's protective barrier, the Messenger lingered amid the eddying crimson sands that were once a deity's tangible form.
Anger didn't cross his features.
Such fury belonged to the feeble, to those who could face true obstacles.
Boredom etched his expression instead.
As an Emissary of the Apocalypse Race, he viewed the positive plane as an underdeveloped existence, a cradle for spirits destined for insignificance.
"Where have you hidden, you little pest?" he pondered aloud.
His power unfurled from him.
Rather than bursting forth violently, it spread smoothly like dye dissolving in liquid, infiltrating the fissures of reality.
He probed vast seas, towering summits, and the fiery hearts of countless worlds.
He skirted past the "enigmas" erected by the architects, areas of interference that even the One Above All failed to breach.
Suddenly, he halted.
His perception encountered an obstruction.
It was an edifice pulsing with an odd, presumptuous aura.
A spire.
Constructed with opulent flair that boasted of tyrannical pride.
This was Ethan's spire, the core of his influence within this realm.
"Oh?" the Messenger breathed quietly.
He fixed his gaze on the spire, which appeared forged through an unconventional application of creation laws.
The bearer of the bloodline was also concealed within that spire.
The Apocalypse bloodline held sacred status.
Discovering it in this remote realm, tucked away in a "pest's" tower, felt like a grave affront.
Within the Cube, Yumiko's alert echoed sharply.
"Master! He's located the tower! He's approaching now!"
Ethan sprang to his feet, the Sword of Infinity materializing in his grasp without delay.
"What? Impossible! Twelve hours haven't passed yet! I'm unprepared!"
[Master, engaging him at this moment yields a 0.0000% chance of survival,] Yumiko stated matter-of-factly.
[He will obliterate your soul.]
Ethan watched as the Messenger dissolved into nothingness in the emptiness, only to manifest immediately at the tower's entrance.
The protective formations he'd established, barriers capable of repelling authority figures, showed no reaction whatsoever.
The Messenger passed through them effortlessly, as though they were mere vapor.
"I need to confront him downstairs," Ethan snarled, his grip tightening on the sword until his knuckles paled.
"Rose is down there. Zara is there. My loved ones..."
"Master, hold on!" Nini materialized in a twist of gleaming silver radiance.
Her face bore a grave look.
"Rushing out means your death, and theirs follows regardless."
"The Messenger seeks not to slaughter the innocent. His goal is to claim Miss Zara."
"He's detected the bloodline within Madam Zara."
"I refuse to allow him to seize her!" Ethan bellowed.
"You have no choice," Nini replied, her tone softening to a hush.
"Permit him to take her."
"He'll regard her as a valuable asset, a gem of his lineage."
"No harm will come to her; he'll nurture her potential."
"This is her sole path to enduring today."
A wave of intense self-disgust washed over Ethan, nearly forcing bile up his throat.
"You're telling me to surrender Zara to a fiend's abduction?"
"I'm urging you to survive so you can rescue her later," Nini shot back.
"The neutral plane births artifacts like us. In a way, I'm tied to it, so I hold some knowledge of its nature."
"Access requires completing your transformation."
"Secure that Grade 1 power as your own, then push beyond it."
"Nothing short of a Grade 3 Absolute can navigate those neutral paths without serving as thrall to higher races."
"Acting now forfeits it all."
Ethan sagged back against the wall.
Her reasoning pierced his chest like an icy dagger.
He pictured his kin in the dining area, sharing laughter, oblivious to the harbinger of doom lurking in their corridor.
"I despise this," Ethan breathed.
"I loathe my frailty."
With shaking fingers, he activated his comm device.
"Rose... hear me out."
"A 'friend' approaches."
"Offer no opposition."
"Allow him to take Zara."
"Have faith in me."
"This is for your safety."
Within the tower, the mood altered abruptly.
The atmosphere thickened, burdened as if laden with unseen weights.
Rose lifted her head from her meal, her pulse racing.
Ethan's words resonated in her mind, shattering her composure.
She detected the choked anguish in his voice.
Her eyes turned toward the entrance.
The Messenger stepped inside.
He bore no monstrous appearance.
Instead, he resembled an aristocrat attired for mourning.
His gaze swept the chamber, settling upon Zara.
Zara, typically the liveliest among them, froze in place.
The intensity of his stare pressed upon her.
It seemed as if her genetic code was being scanned like an open volume.
"Child," the Messenger addressed her.
His tone rang with harmony, yet it held the inexorable weight of a sealed tomb.
"Accompany me."
The family turned to Rose.
Rose, tears welling in her eyes, gave a reluctant nod.
"Go on, Zara."
"It's... alright."
"He's Ethan's ally."
Zara advanced toward him.
Bravery and wit defined her.
She met the Messenger's icy, ashen visage without a word, as Ethan's message echoed in her thoughts too.
She positioned herself beside him.
The Messenger noted this compliance from the girl and her kin, a flicker of surprise crossing him, though he hadn't unleashed his presence. He dismissed further thought on it.
No farewells were exchanged.
With a casual wave of his hand, a rift in space tore open behind him.
A vortex of brilliant white swirled, its energy humming so potently that the tower's walls creaked in protest.
He crossed the threshold, drawing Zara along.
The gateway sealed instantly.
Rose dropped to her knees, a raw wail of sorrow erupting from deep within.
The family remained frozen in shock.
The earlier warmth of the day gave way to an oppressive emptiness.
Ethan materialized in the room's midst moments later.
His aura dominated the space.
Silver flickers escaped him in erratic bursts.
Yet he appeared utterly defeated.
Rose raised her tear-streaked face to him.
"Mr. Ethan... why? Who was he?"
Ethan paused before responding.
He approached the place where Zara had stood.
"He's a foe I will slay," Ethan declared.
His words lacked any feeling.
The tone was stark and chilling.
"I'll dismantle him atom by atom."
"But not on this day."
His eyes went to the timer.
[00 Hours, 01 Minute Remaining]
At last, the awaited alert blazed into view in fiery script.
[The synchronization period is over.]
[The power of the One Above All has been fully integrated.]
BOOM.
The emptiness detonated.
Ethan's form ignited like a star.
The Grade 1 Absolute Continuum power, once merely loaned like borrowed garb, fused seamlessly into his essence.
His skeleton transformed into unbreakable channels of force.
His consciousness broadened vastly.
The fabric of existence, the underlying "script" of the positive plane, unfolded before him with childlike clarity.
[Status Update:]
[Master: Ethan Hunt
Realm: Eternal Sovereign
Physique: Grade 1 Absolute Continuum
Spirit: Grade 1 Absolute Continuum
Talent: Infinite Comprehension
Bloodline: Infinite Bloodline
Unique Ability: Creation of All Things]
"All of you, remain inside the tower," Ethan ordered firmly.
"This realm will grow chaotic."
"I must return to the negative plane to conclude my unfinished business."
He offered no chance for inquiries.
Facing them proved too painful.
He disappeared.
Ten hours of torturous quiet dragged on as Ethan floated through the profound abyss separating the positive and negative planes.
He could now dispatch the One Above All and the Presence as easily as weeds, though permanent destruction eluded him.
Yet they held no power over him in return.