My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 475: Accepting more quests

Yumiko hesitated briefly before continuing, and the sudden quiet between them carried a significance that immediately drew Ethan’s focus.

[And this development provides me with much greater clarity.]

"What sort of idea are you referring to?"

Yumiko offered her response without a trace of uncertainty.

[In the beginning, my strategy was to discard your Infinity Strand to facilitate a merger with the World System.]

Upon hearing these words, Ethan’s face betrayed his evident astonishment.

"You intended to fully sacrifice my Infinity Law?"

[Indeed. In that moment, it appeared to be the most rational path forward.]

Her tone remained entirely devoid of sentiment as she proceeded.

[If the integration with the World System had succeeded, I would have been capable of upgrading my internal growth protocols.]

[With that process stabilized, I could have doubled your daily acquisition of evolution points.]

Ethan blinked, momentarily absorbing the information.

"So, there would be no requirement for me to slay monsters?"

[Precisely.]

A slight, knowing smirk slowly emerged on Ethan’s features.

"Let me get this straight. I eliminate one monster, hit the hay, and awaken with enough growth points to ascend again."

[That would effectively be the result.]

Ethan whistled softly.

"That sounds suspiciously convenient."

Yumiko interjected before his thoughts could wander.

[However, that plan possessed a critical flaw.]

Ethan’s expression tightened into seriousness.

"What kind of flaw?"

[Should we have pursued that course, you would have been anchored to the World System for eternity.]

She continued in a steady, composed voice.

[Your cultivation would have remained capped.]

[While you might have reached impressive levels by the metrics of this realm, achieving genuine infinity would have demanded infinite time.]

Ethan offered a slow nod as he grasped the implications of her statement.

"So I would achieve great strength."

He paused, reflecting for a moment.

"But I would remain shackled by time.”

[Correct.]

"And now?"

Yumiko’s delivery shifted slightly, and for the first time, Ethan detected a trace of authentic excitement in her tone.

[Now, the sacrifice of the Infinity Strand is unnecessary.]

He waited with patience as she elaborated.

[The dark mist surrounding corrupted entities possesses a shard of negative infinity.]

[Your Infinity Law is capable of absorbing it.]

Ethan narrowed his gaze.

"And what is the outcome if it succeeds?"

[Your law strand will proceed to expand naturally.]

She continued to detail the new strategy with precision.

[As it grows, I will siphon a minute amount of its expansion to integrate myself into the World System.]

[The essence of your Infinity Law will remain entirely preserved.]

The brilliance of this maneuver began to dawn on Ethan.

"So my infinite growth remains intact.”

[Correct.]

"And you still successfully merge with the system.”

[Yes.]

Yumiko paused, concluding her exposition.

[Ultimately, your Infinity Law might gain enough potency to consume the entire world of Elysium.]

The silence held the weight of her words.

[Even if the planet itself tries to impede your ascent, it will find itself incapable of posing a true threat.]

Ethan remained quiet for a long interval.

Suddenly, he erupted in laughter.

"Damn, girl."

He brushed his hand through his hair, shaking his head in disbelief.

"We just arrived in this sector, and you are already planning to consume the whole world.”

A broad smile stretched across his face.

"But, in all honesty.”

He peered toward the lingeringwisps of gray mist, which fluttered in the air like cooling embers.

"I rather enjoy that concept.”

The moment he decided, his body went into motion.

Without a second wasted, Ethan reached toward the suspended fog.

His Infinity Law surged in immediate response.

Translucent tendrils of voracious power extended outward like living ribbons of shadow.

One by one, the gray shards were drawn into his grasp.

Every fragment vanished upon making contact with his consuming threads.

The sensation was oddly gratifying.

A subtle alert blinked into his perception.

One fragment of gray mist consumed. Growth of Infinity Strand: one meter.

Ethan tilted his head slightly.

"So that is the mechanism at play.”

"But the divine energy didn't extend my law strand in the same way? Why did you decide to sacrifice it, and how is it distinct from this mist?"

[Divine energy consisted of materials from beyond Elysium. Once I merged with the world system, it would have blocked your access to any external energy.]

"So that is how it works.”

He continued to absorb the remaining debris.

Every contaminated shard yielded identical results.

One meter of growth. The demise of ten monsters resulted in ten meters of expansion.

The growth was modest, yet dependable and steady.

"Not bad at all.”

Within moments, the entire field was cleared.

The gray fog that had blanketed the area had completely dissipated.

Contented, Ethan turned and made his way back toward the farm.

The elderly proprietor had spent the duration of the fight cowering behind a splintered wooden fence near the stables.

As soon as he witnessed Ethan’s approach, the old man emerged tentatively.

His creased face wore an expression of profound reverence.

Ethan stopped before him and nonchalantly tossed the mission documents his way.

"Sign these.”

The old man accepted the papers with shaking fingers.

"Sir... that performance was incredible.”

His voice trembled as he spoke.

"For a Level 1 adventurer, your combat prowess is startling.”

Ethan blinked.

"Actually, I am Level 2.”

The atmosphere felt as if it had frozen.

The farmer’s eyes grew wide.

His entire frame began to quiver, as if he had been struck by lightning.

He collapsed suddenly to his knees.

"PLEASE FORGIVE ME, MASTER!"

Ethan retreated a step, caught off guard.

"What on earth just happened?"

The old man pressed his brow against the dirt in total submission.

"I failed to realize you were a Level 2 adventurer!"

Ethan glanced to his side.

"Yumiko."

[Yes, Master.]

"What is going on here?"

Yumiko replied composedly.

[The hierarchy of levels in this realm is exceptionally rigid.]

[Lower-level individuals are expected to demonstrate complete deference toward those of a higher rank.]

[Unless the superior individual explicitly invites informal relations.]

Ethan looked down at the old man bowed on the ground.

The man trembled violently, evidently fearing Ethan’s reaction.

Ethan let out a long sigh.

"Old man, pull yourself together."

The farmer peered up cautiously.

"I bear no ill will.”

Ethan reached down to retrieve the two severed heads of the corrupted beasts that had targeted the farm.

"I am taking these as confirmation that the threat has been resolved.”

He walked away without looking back.

Behind him, the old farmer remained on his knees, sighing in relief.

Traversing the dirt path away from the farm, Ethan spoke up again.

"Yumiko, what is our next objective?"

[Master, you should continue securing contracts involving corrupted creatures.]

Ethan nodded.

Yumiko added,

[I have also intercepted another vital piece of intelligence.]

"What is it?"

[Upon reaching Level 10, an adventurer awakens a unique talent.]

Ethan arched a brow.

"A talent?"

[Indeed.]

[That talent frequently defines the future social standing of the adventurer in this world.]

Ethan offered a thin smile.

"Fascinating.”

His pace remained rhythmic.

"I suppose reaching Level 10 is our next primary milestone.”

[Correct.]

Before long, Ethan reached the headquarters of the Adventurers Guild.

The expansive hall was nearly identical to its appearance earlier that morning.

Stationed behind the reception counter was the same young woman.

Sera.

She scanned him with an inquisitive look as he ducked into the room.

"Returned so soon?"

Her eyebrows arched perceptibly.

"Was the task completed or not?"

Ethan strode forward, slamming the two monster heads onto the counter, followed by the signed contract.

"Here you are.”

Sera’s eyes widened.

She performed a careful inspection of the beast remains and verified the signed document.

A pleased smile bloomed on her face.

"You are quite impressive.”

She looked up, her interest clearly piqued.

"Honestly, I did not anticipate you finishing that mission with such speed.”

Opening a drawer, she counted out a pile of coins.

"Here is your compensation.”

She slid the pouch across the mahogany.

"One thousand EC.”

Ethan secured it casually.

Sera leaned over the desk.

"What is your next move?"

Ethan was swift to answer.

"Provide every contract involving corrupted beasts.”

Sera’s eyes brightened with curiosity.

"Oh?"

"Are you not wary of the danger?"

Ethan shook his head with indifference.

"No.”

She nodded with vigor.

"Very well.”

Reaching into a nearby rack, she retrieved a bundle of mission scrolls.

"Quite a few dossiers have remained unclaimed.”

She placed nine separate agreements on the counter.

"Most fledgling adventurers avoid anything involving corrupted creatures.”

Ethan took the stack and began scanning them.

Sera motioned toward specific files.

"This one entails locating family members for a prominent merchant.”

She tapped another.

"They vanished within the Orion Forest.”

She indicated a final document.

"This plea originated from Morel City.”

She proceeded to explain.

"The city is currenty struggling against a massive beast tide.”

"They have solicited aid from any adventurers capable of assisting.”

Ethan listened, absorbing the details.

Once she finished, he returned the papers to the counter.

"My gratitude.”

He spun around and headed for the exit.

Stepping out into the open, he turned his gaze toward the eastern horizon.

"Let us initiate our work with the beast tide.”

His eyes tightened.

"There ought to be an abundance of quarry there.”

The realm of Elysium was dominated by the adventurous class. Technical innovation in this locale was profoundly archaic in comparison to the advanced civilizations elsewhere. Consequently, most metropolises relied entirely on mercenaries for survival against fauna. Ethan hoisted himself into the air. He possessed the capacity for flight, though the ability remained rudimentary. His frame could not hover beyond five meters, and his pace was far slower than desired. Nevertheless, it sufficed. Ten hours later, the ramparts of Morel City finally broke the horizon. Massive contingents of adventurers were funneling through five separate gates. Each entrance was designated for a specific range of levels, from Level 1 to 5. Level 5 elites were treated like royalty here. Ethan approached the gate reserved for Level 2 denizens. Just as he was about to merge into the queue, a guard blocked his path.

"Halt.”

The sentry extended a palm.

"Identify yourself.”

Ethan produced the transitory permit Sera had provided him.

The soldier performed a rigorous check.

"A temporary permit.”

He shot a look at Ethan.

"So you are an outsider.”

His gaze grew narrow.

"And a Level 2 novice. Remain stationary while I verify your records.”

The soldier disappeared into a nearby watchtower, emerging with a small spherical stone. He whispered into it for some time. After the exchange concluded, the soldier returned.

"Your credentials are confirmed.”

He returned the permit.

"Pardon the intrusion.”

He shrugged nonchalantly.

"Outsiders often generate more chaos than native adventurers.”

Moving aside, he gestured onward.

"You may enter.”