My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 464: Refinining pills

"This marks your one and only warning," James declared, his tone steady yet devoid of any kindness. He gradually unclenched his hand, letting the squashed bullet drop from his grasp. It hit the concrete ground and spun a bit before stopping, the clang resounding through the warehouse more intensely than anyone liked. "Get out now."

Kane's eyes grew wide upon seeing the mangled bullet, but he wasn't a novice. Years of handling risky deals and changing loyalties had taught him to recognize an unbreakable boundary. His face paled, though he managed a composed nod.

"I’ll report to the family about today’s events," Kane responded, his voice holding firm despite the underlying tension. Without pausing for more words, he pivoted and headed to the door with measured strides. Lucas, shaking since the bullet was snatched from the air, scrambled after him in near terror. Neither risked a backward look.

Their departure carried one firm belief: James belonged to an overseas syndicate and was a enhanced warrior.

As the sturdy door closed behind them, Ethan approached at a leisurely speed. He clapped his hands lightly in applause.

"You managed that encounter with impressive control," Ethan commented, his voice even but positive.

Drek let out a quiet breath of ease, yet Ethan’s focus had moved to James.

"James," Ethan went on, locking eyes with him, "I’m offering you an official role in this group. I’ll place you as my deputy."

Ethan spoke further with unwavering assurance. "Should you stay and commit completely to me, it won’t be long until the Maguire family must deal with us respectfully. That goes for those who overlooked you before."

He didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, he simply spun around and departed, letting the statement hang purposefully.

James stayed rooted, gazing at the shut door well after Ethan vanished through it.

Entering his secure quarters, Ethan sealed the heavy steel door.

He moved to the large metal desk in the room’s middle and set James’s bag down on it. Dumping it out revealed a mix of herbs, mineral pieces, and preserved animal parts strewn over the top.

He took hold of a root and inspected its feel and weight closely.

"These items lack any natural cosmic vibration," he murmured to himself. "Trying to create anything remarkable with just them would keep the outcome basically restricted."

In typical situations, he’d have added his personal power supply to the blend. But that option was closed to him. Though his being held unimaginable might, current limits stopped him from direct practice or pure energy use.

What remained possible was command over principles.

Recently, he had fully grasped the Law of Energy.

"Since I can’t provide the power myself," he thought out loud, "I’ll build a setup that gathers it on its own."

He needed a container to serve as a channel, one that could pull in surrounding cosmic force from the cosmos. The gathering wouldn’t be forceful. It would build up bit by bit, sourced from the ever-present essence filling all things.

"Drek," Ethan summoned him by opening the door.

"Set up a complete forge in this facility within twelve hours. Bring these supplies as well." He handed over a list.

Drek accepted the order without challenge.

Precisely twelve hours on, the space next to Ethan’s had become a working smithy. The forge was set, instruments laid out neatly, and various processed metals made ready for use.

Ethan started the task right away.

He warmed the metal blend until it shone bright orange, then laid it on the block. His blows with the hammer were precise and deliberate, forming the material into a wide, sturdy pot. Yet forming it was just the start. As the metal stayed hot, he etched detailed symbols across it. Every mark held purpose.

He infused the Law of Durability into the form, ensuring the container could endure intense stress and heat without failing. Next, he blended the Law of Energy into the carved designs, turning the pot into a subtle channel. The symbols would steadily siphon tiny amounts of cosmic force from the world and hold them inside.

Once cooled, the pot looked plain to casual eyes. But the soft light in the carved grooves revealed its real purpose.

Ethan gave a small approving tilt of his head.

"Its buildup will be gradual," he noted, "yet the potency will work for this level."

He set the pot above a steady flame and started processing the elements. The method demanded care and order. Herbs needed exact breakdown before mixing in. Minerals dissolved at set heats. All the while, the pot’s symbols flickered softly, taking in and adding cosmic force to the developing brew.

After five days, the room’s atmosphere held a rich aroma of treated plants and a hint of charged air. Ethan faced the bench, eyeing three sturdy glass vials lined up neatly.

One vial held thirteen red tablets, all uniform. Another had twelve green ones emitting subtle life force. The last contained eleven yellow tablets of thick, intense color.

"I got more than anticipated," Ethan whispered.

He picked up the red vial first. "These Marrow Cleansing Pills go aside for now."

He stowed it in a hidden drawer under the bench. Then he checked the green vial.

"These Energy Recovery Pills stay reserved too."

He stored them similarly before taking the yellow vial.

"These make the first show."

He summoned James.

"James, come to my quarters."

He went back to his space with the vials.

Soon, a knock sounded.

"Enter," Ethan answered.

James entered, his gaze instantly on the vial Ethan held.

"The five days are up, Ethan," James stated plainly. "You promised outcomes."

Ethan set the vial down, ignoring the edge in the voice. "First, one question," he said. "Have you taken real pills before?"

James paused a moment before replying. "Yes. As a kid, when my family thought I had promise."

"Did the effects register?"

"They did," James conceded. "Though the gains were small."

"So you’ve got a good baseline," Ethan replied. He uncapped the vial and took out a yellow tablet. "There are eleven Body Strengthening Pills here. Take one for your fine work earlier. You’ll sense it once absorbed." Ethan added offhandedly.

James eyed the plain-looking orb in Ethan’s hand. It seemed unremarkable.

Still, he took it.

He downed the pill with cautious doubt, braced for little more than a buzz.

But a surge of warmth radiated from within outward.

It started in his core, but quickly rushed via his veins. His breathing hitched, and he grabbed the table edge for support.

"What’s happening?" he whispered, mostly to himself.

The warmth grew stronger without scorching. It spread reliably, bolstering muscles and firming links. His perceptions heightened clearly. Wall hums reached him, and overlooked smells emerged. His pulse steadied to a powerful beat.

He rose slowly, noting the absence of limb fatigue.

He tested a fist, sensing power coil inside. A light jab at nothing stirred air against his skin.

A chuckle slipped out unbidden.

"This far outshines the one from my youth," James said, awe evident. "It’s leagues superior."

He faced Ethan, restraint slipping. "You meant every word."

Ethan smirked confidently.

"So, your thoughts?"

James breathed deep, letting the last energy integrate.

"My family witnessing this," he said thoughtfully, "they’d lose their minds."