My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 439: The amusement park of gods

Ethan gave a slow nod, locking his steady gaze with Ryogu’s.

“Yes. I’d like to head there,” he stated. “I wish to learn more about your people.”

A genuine, serene smile spread across Ryogu’s face, free from any trace of doubt or scheming.

“Naturally,” he answered. “When should we depart?”

After a short hesitation, Ethan replied, “In seven days. I’ve got a few things to wrap up here first.”

“Seven days,” Ryogu echoed, his tone laced with sincere friendliness.

“We’ll arrange a fitting reception for someone of your standing, Ethan Hunt. Our territory is... unique. I believe the environment will intrigue you.”

Ethan nodded once more. “I’m eager for it.”

“In the meantime, make the most of the Tower. My team will see to it that you lack for nothing.”

Ryogu signaled to his bodyguard, who was now cheering loudly after smashing a new record on the Whack-a-Mole game, as Ethan rose to his feet.

He approached the enormous windows spanning floor to ceiling, gazing out at the twisting depths inside the Tower.

Thoughts of the upcoming week’s arrangements already filled his head.

Trillions of Origin coins awaited collection, techniques required adaptation for the Dragons and Phoenixes, and his expanding domain demanded oversight.

Yet, as he moved ahead, an abrupt, fierce yank seized his thoughts.

The feeling resembled being sucked through a narrow tube.

Colors from the café’s glowing lights smeared into elongated streaks before his blurring sight.

The clone.

Ethan had dispatched the clone to the Neutral Plane.

He’d ordered it to locate Erebus and relay information.

However, no report came from the clone.

Instead, it was dragging Ethan’s main awareness across the emptiness by force.

Ethan’s eyes snapped open, and he drew in a sharp breath.

The atmosphere rushed into his chest like a revitalizing elixir—fresh, pure, and bursting with life.

This wasn’t some grim, battle-scarred desert.

Nor was it an empty, lifeless expanse.

He stood atop a gentle hill covered in grass smoother than the plushest silk.

The Neutral Plane unfolded around him in a stunning vista of untouched splendor.

Towering peaks of sheer crystal thrust upward into a sky swirling with gentle hues of purple and amber.

Lush groves of vibrant green foliage danced in a wind scented with fresh flowers and timeless soil.

Ethereal creatures, shimmering with inner radiance, roamed the meadows without a care.

No echoes of conflict rang out.

No metallic tang of carnage lingered.

“What is this spot, Yumiko?” Ethan questioned in his mind.

His words seemed tiny amid the grandeur of this haven.

Yumiko, his System’s voice, answered at once, though stripped of her typical robotic enthusiasm.

Her inflection turned grave.

[Master, what you see is the Neutral Plane right now.

Yet this splendor hides a darker truth.

It lies as the bridge between the lower realms and the Plane of the Gods.]

[From time to time, offspring of the God Races visit to frolic.

Just their casual aura, the spill of their holy power, transformed this desolate stone into a wonderland.]

A shiver unrelated to the mild air crept over Ethan.

“Offspring of the God Race?

Do you mean those who forged the ‘Cage’?”

[Indeed, Master.]

[The architects of this whole existence hail from one particular lineage of the God Race.

Among their kind, they hold no special might or status.]

[They’re merchants.]

[This ‘Cage,’ the full scope of this cosmos, exists merely as their venture.]

Tremors started in Ethan’s hands.

The majestic ridges and tranquil beasts now appeared as mere lobby ornaments in his view.

“A venture?

What sort of venture?”

[The God Races stand as the pinnacle of creators.]

[Esteemed figures from their lineages treat this spot like a playground.]

[The 100 Supreme Original Races, which you view as the height of strength, serve only as attendants.]

[Their role is to amuse the guests.]

[As for the rest... humans, vampires, dragons in the lower realms... they count as mere stock.]

Revulsion surged through Ethan.

“Stock?”

[Affirmative.]

[Upon a God Race visitor’s arrival, they select from offerings.]

[The Original Races then ‘gather’ the desired lineages or essences and deliver them here.]

[They fetched Lady Zara not to cultivate her gifts, but as an exotic treat.]

[Hybrids awakening top-tier bloodlines resemble aged spirits to them.]

The haven’s quiet pressed in like thunder.

A frosty rage, keen and unyielding, ignited in Ethan’s gaze and heart.

“Why hold this back until now?

You allowed me to believe I faced only regional tyrants.”

[It would have meant your end, Master.]

[Knowing the vastness of the foes, you’d have challenged the Apocalypse Emissary head-on.]

[You weren’t prepared.]

[Lady Zara faces no urgent threat.]

[God Race visitors appear only every millennium.]

[By the ongoing pattern, roughly five years remain until the next ‘gathering’ starts.]

[At your pace of advancement, that span suffices to gain the strength to shield her.]

Ethan inhaled deeply, steadying his racing pulse.

Grasping the true hierarchy of might became essential.

“Describe them.

How do they battle?

What fuels their strength?”

[Each God Race individual emerges with a strand of law, akin to yours presently. Their being centers on extending that strand.]

“In what manner?”

[Via forging, strife, scheming, and gathering. Certain ones birth species to extend their strand. Others ignite conflicts. Some commit deeds you’d deem abhorrent. Yet forging proves the securest and speediest path.]

“No stages of progression?” Ethan inquired.

[Nothing like what you know.]

[Among the God Race, might gauges purely by the strand’s extent. Greater length yields broader command and presence.]

Ethan absorbed her words without a sound.

[Certain God Race figures have established divine halls. They govern vast arrays of multiverses. Innumerable peoples kneel beneath their banner.]

“The supreme deities,” Ethan muttered.

[Precisely. Such entities spawn myriad species from one lone strand.]

An intense weight settled on Ethan.

“And this playground?”

[Clans of supreme deities boast their own god-tier entities. That gap speaks volumes.]

[This Cage’s makers, though, peak at Absolute Continuum Grade Five in strength. They pale beside the God Race’s genuine titans.]

Shadows deepened in Ethan’s stare.

“That’s their secret to endurance.”

[Right. God Race folk buy entry with divinity. Such essence straightens elongates a law strand.]

Ethan sucked in a harsh gulp of air.

“How many tiers surpass Absolute Continuum?”

[Four.]

Yumiko recited each in turn.

[Eternal Singularity Realm.]

[Transcended Logos Realm.]

[Supreme Archetype Realm.]

[Proto Deity Ascended Realm.]

[Beyond lies the God Realm.]

A icy tremor coursed down Ethan’s back.

At last, he’d caught a glimpse of the summit.

Yet that summit marked only the launch of yet another contest.

“Do the God Race alone command the higher realms?” he pressed.

[Not at all.]

[Four additional lineages match their stature.]

“What do they call themselves?”

[The Noble Race.]

[The Elder Race.]

[The Protose Race.]

[The Null Race.]

Ethan took in the details bit by bit.

[They maintain an equilibrium of dominance across multiverses.]

Ethan lowered himself onto the plush turf, massaging his forehead.

The magnitude overwhelmed him.

He’d fretted over trillions in currency and petty skirmishes, all while the “proprietors” plotted which “stock” to savor come supper in five years’ time.

“It all,” Ethan breathed.

“Physics’ rules, the clashes, the lineages... mere scripts for their diversion.”

[Exactly, Master.]

[They fund their visits here with ‘Divinity.’

That Divinity alone can extend a Law Thread’s reach.]

Ethan now mulled over the vast tiers of power. He’d uncovered evolution’s zenith, but that zenith served as another pursuit’s dawn.

Still, Ethan understood his path forward.

Armed with this knowledge, he’d ready himself step by step.

He had to embed his law of infinity within humanity and empower them; their rise would swell his law thread, until one day he ascended to loftier heights.

This Cage felt confining now. Yet the haven’s allure remained undeniable.

“Let’s savor the scenery. I’ll claim this paradise before long.”

Ethan began strolling across the verdant expanse.

Thus, he reached out to Erebus, who’d arrived earlier.

“Erebus, come here.”

At his order, Erebus materialized before him.

“My lord, when did you get here?” he inquired.

“A short time back. Now, do you realize this realm is merely a playground for the God Race?”

Confusion clouded Erebus’s features.

“God Race? What are they? I’ve never heard that name before,” he said, eyeing Ethan.

“Alright, forget it. Where’s the Apocalypse Race? Lead me there.”