My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 492: Schemes of the two primordial gods

With absolute silence and no spatial disruption, Ethan and the Founder materialized on the eighth level of the castle, as if the very fabric of space had subtly shifted them into position. The monstrous entity that had been relentlessly pursuing Ethan moments prior was now utterly frozen, its colossal form locked mid-assault. Its claws hung suspended in the air, its maw gaped open, yet not an inch of movement was possible.

The Founder stood serenely beside the immobile beast, his hand held aloft. An unseen power emanated from him, ensnaring the creature with a grip far more potent than any physical chain.

"Ethan, I shall impart to you a secret martial technique that will enable you to conceal your presence within the gray miasma," the Founder declared, his voice even and controlled. "Once you have mastered it, the beasts that prowl beyond this sanctuary will regard you as one of their own. They will not target you unless you initiate hostilities."

Ethan gave an immediate nod. "Thank you, esteemed Founder."

The Founder observed him for a brief period, his gaze seemingly penetrating beyond the superficial. "You may rest in that chamber for the time being," he continued, indicating a sealed room further down the passage. "I will arrange for suitable beasts for you to vanquish. If you maintain your progress, you ought to attain level ten within a year. In the interim, I shall make preparations for a soul transfusion for you."

His instructions delivered, he turned and departed without awaiting a reply.

Ethan proceeded into the designated room, shutting the door behind him. The chamber was spartan, furnished only with a flat stone platform and subtle inscriptions adorning the walls. He settled himself in a cross-legged posture, gradually deepening his breaths. The surroundings were tranquil, and for the first time since entering the castle, he found himself with no immediate obligations.

He recognized that by the subsequent day, he would naturally ascend to level two. However, post-breakthrough, he would require demonic beasts to amass the foundational points crucial for augmenting his growth rate twofold. Without these initial points, advancement would stagnate.

His gaze drifted downward.

"I pray Mom, Dad, Rose, and all our loved ones are safe," he mused inwardly. A subtle chill touched his countenance. "Once I achieve level one hundred, I shall annihilate that accursed god clan."

The thought resonated with unwavering conviction. It was not born solely of fury, but of a frigid, resolute determination. Soon after, he closed his eyes, shifting his focus inward. As his main body currently lacked any assigned objectives, he resolved to observe the progress of his clone within the tower.

His consciousness immersed itself into the connection.

...

"Ethan, awaken. You have been selected to serve on the intergalactic battlefield as a mere courier. As you are an orphan and unable to unlock your genetic code, this is the sole avenue for your service," the instructor stated impassively.

Ethan's clone slowly opened his eyes. The classroom environment appeared foreign yet orderly, replete with metallic desks and translucent display screens. Students occupied their seats in rigid formations, each clad in identical uniforms bearing insignia that signified their genetic potential levels.

"Intergalactic battlefield?" Ethan vocalized softly. His thoughts raced. "So, this realm is home to an advanced civilization whose potential reaches the Primordial Realm. I must locate the Crimson Mirror within this domain."

He had undergone reincarnation into the form of a fifteen-year-old adolescent. By the local metrics of assessment, this boy had been categorized as utterly without worth. His genetic code remained dormant, his physical constitution frail, and his future prospects deemed nonexistent.

"Very well, sir. When shall I depart?" Ethan inquired with composure.

The instructor displayed a slight degree of surprise. "Oh? You intend not to erupt in a fit of pique? That is indeed noteworthy. A transport unit will arrive shortly to escort you. Remain within the confines of the school grounds. In the interim, you are permitted to train in any location on campus and partake of any sustenance you desire. All expenses will be covered."

"I am much obliged, sir," Ethan responded.

The surrounding students regarded him with a mixture of pity and scorn. Dispatch to the intergalactic battlefield without the unlocking of one's genetic code equated to a virtual death sentence. Couriers were deemed expendable, with the vast majority never returning.

Ethan, however, showed no outward signs of distress. He was far more intrigued by the prospect of experiencing an alternative existence.

A subtle interface materialized within his mental consciousness.

[Master: Ethan Hunt]

[Physique: 20 kg]

[Spirit: 20 kg]

[Talent: Infinite Comprehension]

The system functionalities assigned to his clones remained unaltered. This signified that he retained the identical advantages as previously possessed.

"The intergalactic battlefield, you say? Little do they know I shall rise to prominence. Let me once again assume the mantle of the human race's Young Supreme," he mused, a faint smile gracing his lips.

He also felt a premonition that children of the god race might make an appearance. Since he had been reincarnated as a teenager and not a young child, it suggested that others might have experienced the same fate. If this was the case, they too would have the chance to become stronger.

Five days vanished in the blink of an eye.

On the dawn of the sixth day, a spacecraft gracefully descended upon the school grounds. The vessel produced a soft hum as its engines settled into place. Its polished metallic exterior caught the sunlight, and sophisticated thrusters extended outwards, ensuring stability.

"Look, could that be the Falcon 302? That's impossible. This model is exclusively used by one squad, the most gifted group of this era, Team Ragnarok," exclaimed a student.

The entire campus burst into a frenzy of excitement. Students poured out of their classrooms, converging near the landing zone. Even the instructors peered from windows, eager to witness the arrival.

Ethan stood among the throng, observing the spacecraft with quiet intensity.

The hatch parted.

Five figures emerged, each clad in sleek combat suits adorned with luminous energy conduits. Their movements were synchronized and exuded a natural confidence. The onlookers in the crowd roared with even greater fervor.

"It really is Team Ragnarok!"

Students rushed forward, drawn like helpless moths to a blazing flame. This team represented the zenith of youthful potential in the region, and seeing them in person felt profoundly surreal.

Ethan's gaze swept across their faces, one by one.

Then, he stopped, utterly still.

Amongst them stood a young woman with tranquil eyes and short, silver hair. Her stance was disciplined, and a contained power radiated from her aura. Ethan recognized her immediately.

It was his younger sister, Erina.

A powerful wave of emotion surged within him.

At that precise moment, an ancient voice resonated within his mind.

"Remain calm, young one. We merely wish to enhance the trial's intrigue by introducing your family members into these worlds. From this point forward, all of them will be present in every world. You must locate everyone before fulfilling the objective, or they shall remain eternally imprisoned within that world."

In Elysium, Ethan's primary consciousness jolted awake. His eyes blazed crimson with suppressed fury. He instantly identified the entity behind that voice. Only the two primordial gods, beings whose might rivaled the hundred and thirtieth level, possessed the ability to manipulate these trials.

"You are meddling with forces you cannot comprehend," he whispered, his voice devoid of warmth. "Destruction will find you soon enough."

Though his tone was flat, the lethal intent behind his words was crystal clear.

...

Meanwhile, the students swarmed around the five members of Team Ragnarok.

"Sir, ma'am, might we possibly have your autographs?" queried several voices.

"We are pressed for time, little ones. We are here to collect our errand boy. Do any of you happen to know someone named Ethan Hunt?" inquired the leader, Max, in a gentle tone.

"What? Ethan is Team Ragnarok's errand boy? How could that unfortunate fellow be so fortunate?" hushed whispers rippled through the crowd.

Envy flickered across many faces. Some students even harbored secret wishes that they could take his place.

"Sir, may we inquire why you selected someone without apparent talent to join your esteemed team?" asked a comely young man.

"That is a private matter. Kindly excuse us," Max responded placidly.

The five members leaped into the air in unison, soaring toward the school edifice. The assembled crowd watched their ascent with a mixture of awe and covetousness.

They soon encountered the teacher.

"We trust you have treated him well," Max expressed.

"Indeed, sir. We have. Shall I summon him now?" the teacher replied.

"There is no need. We shall retrieve him ourselves. What is his room number?" Erina inquired.

As they proceeded down the corridor, they found Ethan already positioned in their path.

"Greetings, Ethan. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Max, the leader of Team Ragnarok. You must be curious as to why you were chosen. It is because your parents were acquainted with Erina's parents."

Ethan remained silent for a moment, offering no immediate reply.

His gaze remained locked upon Erina, as if he were beholding a treasure he had not laid eyes upon for countless ages.