My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 470: The world of Elysium

Ethan sat within his chambers, deep in contemplation regarding his subsequent actions.

Abruptly, an ancient, booming voice resonated within his consciousness, heavy with an overwhelming presence. "Awaken, child. How much longer do you intend to squander your existence within this charade?"

Ethan went rigid, his pulse quickening. "Who goes there?" he demanded, his voice strained yet controlled.

"I am merely a remnant of an old soul, one betrayed by his own disciples and subjected to a cruel demise," the voice replied, its tone laden with profound sorrow and lingering spite.

Caught off guard, Ethan let out a reflexively confused sound. "Huh?"

Embarrassed, he cleared his throat. "Ahem! What do you imply by wasting time in an illusion?"

Narrowing his eyes, Ethan stepped back with caution. "This tower, all these myriad worlds... what is your meaning? Are they nothing but fabrications?"

"Indeed. Everything here is but a farce, crafted by the two supreme rulers of the god race in the divine plane," the voice elaborated, a hint of dark amusement coloring its words. "Do you truly believe you can achieve anything by pursuing these phantoms?"

Ethan’s expression remained stoic. "I am acting on behalf of another. My sister-in-law is held captive by his authority, and I lack the strength to ensure her safety," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Is that so?" The voice gave a low chuckle. "Are you aware that the divine artifacts you currently gather are merely fragments of my own physique, torn away and corrupted over countless eons?"

Ethan’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Then... the two supreme rulers of the god race... they are your own disciples?"

The voice erupted into laughter, cold and sharp with agony. "Hahaha! You are sharp. Indeed, they were my disciples. They burned with greed for my secrets and betrayed me. They could not shatter my indomitable form, so they entombed me here. For ages, they have harvested my cells to fashion these artifacts for their experiments. This tower is a relic from my homeland; that is precisely why it possesses the power to damage me."

Tilting his head, Ethan maintained his composure. "Why approach me, then? Do you seek liberation? I am not nearly powerful enough."

The ancient voice let out a resonant, booming laugh. "Hahaha. I am well aware of your limitations. However, I can grant you something, provided you agree to my terms."

Ethan’s tone remained steady, even slightly amused. "Old man, you ought to know that promises carry significant weight for someone like me. Whether I agree depends entirely on what you offer and what you expect in return."

"Fair point," the voice conceded. "Here is my offer: I can provide you passage to my original world. It is a realm where power knows no ceiling. Your development rests solely upon your own talent, conviction, and will to persevere."

Ethan arched a brow. "Go on."

"In the divine realm, the zenith is reached by the Primordials. Beyond them, power hits an insurmountable wall. That is the limit of your plane. In my world, however, such boundaries do not exist. You can advance infinitely through conquest, missions, and trials. The Primordials you fear? They would barely qualify as level 130 in my world. I was at level 135 when I accidentally drifted to this plane—a reality I did not even know could exist."

Ethan’s interest piqued. "Level 135? And there are beings even more formidable?"

"Indeed. Heroes in my world can surpass level 200, and there is no cap to the growth. You will finally have the capacity to ascend without limits. But you must swear to find my kin and relay the truth of my fate."

"Is that all?" Ethan asked, taken aback.

"Not entirely. To earn their trust, you must first attain at least level 50," the voice clarified.

Ethan shifted slightly, addressing the empty air. "Yumiko, is there any truth to his claims?"

[I am uncertain, Master. I cannot verify this information,] came the soft mental response.

"I am an Absolute Continum level being within this sphere. What would my level be?" Ethan inquired, evaluating his standing.

"Absolute Continuum... hmm. That is merely the foundation for our kind. You would barely be level 2 or 3," the entity replied. "However, there is a condition. You must relinquish your internal law to synchronize with the system of my world. Only then will your physical evolution be enabled."

Ethan frowned. "Why must I sacrifice my law?"

"It is insignificant—a minor obstruction. The system rejects it. My former disciples were similarly suppressed to mortal ranks and cast out; they betrayed me before I could instruct them on this necessity," the voice lamented.

Ethan weighed the options. "So, I must forfeit my law immediately upon arrival?"

"Yes. You will encounter immense pressure. Discard the law at that precise moment, and the system will acknowledge you. I have vetted this process thoroughly," the voice insisted.

"If so, why did you not explain this to your disciples? Perhaps they would have spared you?" Ethan asked, his curiosity mixed with frustration.

"They refused to listen. They were convinced I was attempting to strip them of their power to facilitate my own escape," the old man replied bitterly.

Ethan paused, feeling the gravity of the choice. The risks were immense, but the prospect of limitless progression was too immense to discard. "Fine. If you speak the truth, I will reach level 50 and fulfill your request. I desire a world where true infinity remains a possibility," he declared, excitement glinting in his eyes.

The voice chuckled warmly. "Excellent. Once you depart, your enemies will surely take notice. I shall unlock a fraction of your dormant strength. You will be able to manifest a clone. Utilize it to navigate the trials and safeguard your kin until you have the might to annihilate those who betrayed me."

Ethan nodded. "Understood. I am grateful."

Without warning, he felt his internal law unlock. Instinctively, he surged his strength to project a clone.

"I am prepared, old man," Ethan stated, his voice unwavering.

"Very well. I am opening a portal. It will persist for only a millisecond—the absolute limit of what I can conceal from them," the voice warned.

Taking a sharp breath, Ethan watched as a portal shimmered into existence, tearing through the fabric of reality with wild energy. Without hesitation, he leaped forward. Simultaneously, his clone manifested in his stead, perfectly mimicking his demeanor, prepared to protect the people and responsibilities he held dear.

...

Ethan materialized on the far side, and the gateway vanished instantly.

He braced himself for the intense crushing pressure the old man had forewarned, yet he felt absolutely nothing.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Ethan’s lips. It was exactly as he suspected; his law was that of infinity. How could such a lofty concept ever be discarded as low-level refuse?

[Ding! Welcome to the world of Elysium.]