My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 481: Choosing a faction

Ethan at last broke his silence, shattering the oppressive quiet that enveloped the chamber.

"And what level has your strongest reached?"

Dominic's gaze instantly sharpened, pride clearly shining in his eyes as he responded without delay.

"Our ancestor has already reached level one hundred and forty."

He paused intentionally after revealing the figure, letting its immense impact sink deeply into everyone's thoughts.

"That entity is an ultimate supreme being," Dominic went on with a firm tone. "He ranks among Elysium's mightiest powers, commanding domains that other clans wouldn't dare venture near."

Absolute silence gripped the room following that statement.

Harold's face turned stiff and inscrutable, all emotions seemingly sealed away beneath a mask.

Ethan stayed in his seat, his thoughts racing swiftly as he digested the startling revelation.

Level one hundred and forty.

Though newly integrated into this leveling framework, Ethan grasped its profound meaning even with his basic knowledge. Every level brought an enormous surge in strength, with gaps too vast for mere willpower or toil to cross.

A level one hundred and forty existence wouldn't just be powerful.

It would operate on a wholly superior plane.

Worlds could vanish effortlessly. Entire societies might crumble into ruins before comprehending the catastrophe.

Most crucially, this colossal power had started as an outsider.

Exactly like Ethan.

Dominic scrutinized Ethan's features intently during his contemplation, noting every minute shift.

"You eradicated thousands of corrupted beasts with a power I can't yet comprehend fully," Dominic remarked after a short lull, his voice dropping to its deep rumble. "Right after, your energy nearly depleted entirely, prompting you to flee from a foe much feebler than prior threats."

He tilted his head faintly.

"Yet in that vulnerable instant, panic evaded you. You adjusted swiftly, gauged your bounds, and employed spatial methods to safeguard your survival."

He shook his enormous head gradually.

"Such composure amid extreme duress can't be learned conventionally. It stems either from innate talent or from trials of relentless adversity and endurance."

His stare locked onto Ethan.

"Either way, it possesses tremendous worth."

Upon concluding, Dominic stretched out one of his huge palms toward Ethan.

The hand loomed large, fingers thick and skin coarse, hinting at raw might capable of pulverizing rock effortlessly.

"Join me, outsider," he declared confidently. "Let the Aurora Clan reveal what someone like you can achieve in Elysium."

Ethan's eyes shifted from Dominic's proffered hand to his visage, then gradually to Harold.

The Ragnarok representative sat motionless, his bearing impeccably composed. Though his face betrayed no overt signs, the strain coiling through his frame was unmistakable—shoulders tense, jaw subtly clenched, restraining deeper urges.

Despite his status and strength, intervention lay beyond his reach.

The outsider regulations bound him utterly here.

Ethan instantly perceived the unfolding dynamic.

This transcended mere enlistment.

It involved a delicate power equilibrium between rival titans.

Two level seven powerhouses, embodying great clans, vied for one prize. Each could overpower him effortlessly, yet ancient codes barred overt seizure.

Ethan stood up deliberately.

Harold's eyes tracked his every motion precisely.

Ethan pivoted to confront Dominic squarely.

"The Aurora Clan was formed entirely by outsiders?" he inquired evenly.

Dominic nodded decisively.

"All our clan members hail from such beginnings," he affirmed. "From varied realms and plights we came, none native to Elysium. We belong not by birth but by arrival, perseverance, and conquest through prowess."

Ethan pondered the words quietly.

Then posed another query.

"What is it that you want from me?"

A subtle smile crossed Dominic's features.

"Your potential is what we seek," he replied. "The power letting you annihilate thousands of corrupted beasts with barely a trace of energy defies standard explanations. It's extraordinary, even for gifted outsiders."

He gestured vaguely toward the far-off city past the barriers.

"Elysium's indigenous clans have dominated for eons," he pressed on. "Talented newcomers get absorbed into their structures, gradually stripped of origins to serve as mere cogs in alien machines."

His eyes steeled.

"The Aurora Clan rejects that fate."

His tone intensified.

"We honor our roots. We hone our might while preserving our essence. In time, we'll ascend beyond any native dominion."

Several seconds of quiet followed Ethan's hearing this.

The atmosphere thickened progressively.

At length, Harold interjected from his position.

"Weigh your choice with care," he urged steadily yet resolutely. "The Ragnarok Clan spans numerous supercontinents, our vast resources unmatched by any outsider group. We provide unmatched safeguards, wisdom, and security."

After a momentary hush, he appended,

"A young outsider clan can't offer equivalent backing."

Dominic unleashed a hearty, booming laugh.

"Newly formed?" he echoed, mirth evident. "With our ultimate supreme being at level one hundred and forty, tell me, Harold, how many in your clan match that pinnacle?"

Harold offered no retort.

His quietude outweighed any verbal defense.

Dominic refocused on Ethan.

"The decision now rests entirely with you," he stated. "You may come with me, or you may remain here and accept the offer of those who will view you as an asset to be managed rather than an equal to be respected."

Ethan's eyes drifted deliberately between the pair.

Two level seven entities loomed, each supported by colossal entities bridging realms and eras beyond his grasp.

Both coveted him.

Both shackled by edicts forbidding outright claim.

He inhaled deeply and steadily before declaring his choice.

"I will go with Dominic."