My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 453: Travelling

A month flew by in the quiet fury of a tempest.

Within that brief period, Ethan's reputation soared to rival the Emperor's own stature. The humble forge once hidden on a bustling lane had given way to a grand ten-story edifice that loomed over the capital's horizon.

Arrays and defensive formations gleamed across the structure, while spirit stones inlaid in its walls throbbed softly, resembling the heartbeat of a vital creature. Daily queues formed outside from traders, aristocrats, sect delegates, and imperial messengers all seeking custom armaments. Though its signage bore a plain label, across the land it now stood for flawless craftsmanship.

His power had surged forward with alarming rapidity too. In terms of sheer fighting might, he matched a peak Martial Emperor now.

Concluding an extended forging marathon in his subterranean workshop, Ethan mopped the perspiration from his forehead and climbed up to the topmost office level. The item he'd just forged—a mid-grade Saint artifact—would've rattled entire nations just a month prior. These days, it ranked as nothing more than routine work.

He shoved the office door wide.

As soon as he entered, his senses blared in warning.

A figure occupied his seat.

The intruder reclined with easy nonchalance, his extended legs propped atop Ethan's desk like it was his domain. Though his presence was held in check, the atmosphere grew thick and choking. Such an essence clearly transcended earthly bounds.

Ethan's eyes grew keen.

He triggered Appraisal without delay.

[Name: Ye Qin

Title: Saint Weapon Master

Rank: Comparable to Tier 7 Being

Weapon: Cursed Spear

Devil Contract: Viscount Level Devil]

Ethan's gaze tightened a bit. A Tier 7 entity. A Saint-rank powerhouse. The scan revealed an even graver truth: the visitor was a Universe-tier powerhouse. At such heights, ascension to the Immortal Realm should've long occurred. No cause existed for him to stay behind.

"Who are you?" Ethan inquired steadily.

The man cocked his head, entertained. "Oh? No fear in you? I've invaded your space uninvited. I could end you without a soul catching on."

Ethan ignored the taunt. He advanced instead, claiming the facing seat. His poise stayed impeccable.

"What do you seek from me?" he pressed forthrightly.

Ye Qin let out a low laugh. "Direct as an arrow. Excellent. Join us in forging arms. Excel in it, and I'll designate you successor. Upon my life's close, the Cursed Spear passes to you. Backed by my inheritance, you'd rule this plane."

Ethan held quiet for several moments. Over the last month, alongside Yumiko, he'd delved deeply into Soul Weapons and devil pacts. Devils hailed from the God Realm, sending down shards of intent to bind with humans, channeling them to gather divinity. Human reverence, dread, and bloodshed all yielded divine sparks. Devils acted as backers. Humans served as tools.

From Yumiko's insights, this plane's inhabitants forever pushed against their limits. They harbored guesses of immense realms beyond.

"So that's the truth of it," Ethan murmured softly. "Allow me a question. Why wage these wars? Is it really just for dominance and rule?"

His tone carried utter serenity. No trace of dread colored his words.

Fear held no grip on him.

Lately, he'd gained access to the system's Third Protocol: the Tyrant of the Fourth Dimension. Last use hadn't drained its timer fully. About thirty seconds lingered. Here, a Fourth Dimensional force topped the God Realm's pinnacle. Viscount devils paled utterly beside it.

At present, nothing could touch him.

Ye Qin paused before replying. His eyes drifted to the pane, scanning the far-off urban sprawl.

"You fancy yourself worldly-wise," Ye Qin drawled. "Yet what we deem the full cosmos amounts to a single rice kernel amid infinite sands. Past this domain lurk myriad horrifying forces. For us mortals bereft of natural cultivation gifts, survival in that cosmic order leaves what options?"

Ethan eased back a touch. "Those devils you bind with—how do you rely on them? Suppose they choose to devour you? Or yank your strength mid-fight?"

Surprise flickered in Ye Qin's stare. "You know of that too?"

Ethan offered no reply.

"The devil earns no trust from me," Ye Qin confessed. "I see his exploitation clear. Yet he grants me autonomy. While aims match, we thrive together. Should he one day seize it all back, fine by me. No regrets linger."

Ethan observed him intently.

"Is that the case?" he replied evenly. "Consider this instead. Serve under me. In ten years, strife ends across this world. Mortals gain true liberty. My word on it."

Silence hung heavy in the chamber for an instant.

Ye Qin then erupted in guffaws.

"Hahaha. Such lofty speech from a frail one. I shared some old memories, and you dream of world conquest?"

The mockery slid off Ethan. He just grinned faintly and rose.

Subordinates he required. Mortal ones proved priceless. Each devoted ally netted ten threads of divine energy from the system. With that dynamic, self-restraint made no sense.

Why stop at partial sway over the world?

God Children dotted other planes too. In a decade, they'd ripen and launch assaults. Ethan scorned a leisurely pace. He'd shatter the board ere foes grasped the contest.

His lids shut for a beat.

"Engage Third Protocol."

Boom.

Invisible force cracked the office's void. Air warped in savage turmoil. Wall-etched arrays sputtered, fading under assault from an incomprehensible might.

Inferno claimed the space.

Ethan's essence burst forth akin to an imploding sun blooming anew. Immense. Boundless. Crushing. It bore a warped, otherworldly dimensional hue alien to this plane.

The sealed devil force in the Cursed Spear quivered.

Ye Qin's irises shrank in shock. That moment, he confronted a superior realm's horror. Beyond Saint. Beyond God. Transcending this reality's frame.

His legs gave way.

He dropped prone.

Ethan's emanation didn't just quell him. It eclipsed the God-tier devil's force he'd bound. The Viscount's intent recoiled mute, shunning confrontation with the looming threat.

Seconds stretched as if time froze.

Ethan then shut off the Protocol.

The infernal weight lifted at once, yielding a dense hush.

Ye Qin stayed bowed low.

"Ye Qin," Ethan stated coolly, like no marvel had unfolded. "All mortals must swear fealty to me. Found a sect. Admit mortals alone. Bar noble lineages. Bar devil pacts. True mortals only."

Ye Qin's pulse thundered. That dominant essence seared into memory. Clarity dawned: this figure defied mortal gauges.

"My lord," Ye Qin rasped, head dipped. "Your orders shall be fulfilled."

He rose unsteadily, quelled his shakes, and departed the room.

A alert flashed in Ethan's sight.

[You have gained a loyal subordinate. Reward: 10 strands of Divine Energy.]

Ethan permitted a subtle grin.

An endless forge of divine energy stirred to life.

"Has the Divine Fruit stayed hidden still?" Ethan queried within.

[Quite probable, Master.]

Ethan approached the glass, surveying the sprawling city below. "We'll roam the lands then. Probe each nook. Swift growth demands it."

His fingers drummed softly on the table.

"I'll face mighty Spirit Masters. Vanquish them, claim their essence. Furnish a full roster. Emperor tier up to this plane's apex."

[Compiling data.]

Yet prior to that quest, Ethan grasped a vital truth.

His enterprise craved firmness.

Total market withdrawal wasn't viable. Halting output would unleash turmoil in trade lines spanning kingdoms. Elites would frenzy. Sects would sour. Such disorder might sabotage his enduring plans.

"First, I'll craft ample arms and relics for a year's commerce," Ethan whispered.