My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 494: Battlefield structure

The interior of Gateway Station was a bewildering maze, comprised of endless corridors, cavernous cargo bays, and makeshift living quarters. The vastness of the facility became strikingly clear as Team Ragnarok guided Ethan through passageways that grew progressively more congested. Soldiers, hired guns, and beings of unknown origin passed by in an unceasing flow, their diverse conversations weaving a chaotic tapestry of languages and distinct dialects.

Their designated accommodations were situated in a modest segment of the station’s residential ring, consisting of six compact rooms arranged around a central communal space. Ethan’s own room was the most diminutive, scarcely offering enough room for a narrow cot and a storage locker, yet it possessed a functional door lock and four solid walls that provided a barrier against the external pandemonium.

"Get settled in," Max instructed, pausing at the threshold of the common area. "We’ll familiarize you with the supply routes and introduce you to the command staff tomorrow. For now, focus on resting. The dimensional jump impacts everyone differently."

The remaining team members proceeded to their respective rooms. Ethan patiently waited until the echoes of their footsteps had completely vanished before closing his door and settling onto the cot.

He gently closed his eyes and reached inward, accessing his inner self.

The link to his primary consciousness remained robust—a slender thread of awareness extending across the vast expanse of different dimensions. He could perceive Ethan’s presence within the castle, feel the profound weight of his cultivation, and sense the persistent, simmering rage that had yet to abate since he learned of his family’s unlawful detainment.

"They have arrived here," Ethan’s main consciousness conveyed through their established connection. "All of them. I can also sense faint imprints of Mother and Father within this world, although I haven't pinpointed their locations yet."

The clone acknowledged this mentally with a nod. "I have located Erina. She possesses no recollection, but she is present. What is your strategic objective?"

"To attain greater strength. To locate them all. To fulfill the world’s given task. This cycle will repeat until we achieve level one hundred."

"And regarding the god clan?"

The main body’s response resonated with an icy, unwavering conviction.

"When we encounter their offspring within these trial worlds, we shall eliminate them. Not as an act of retribution. It will serve as practice."

The clone grasped the implication. Each confrontation with the formidable young prodigies of the god clan would serve as rigorous training for their ultimate confrontation. Every victory would further hone their combat prowess. Every life taken would diminish the clan's future lineage.

"Exercise caution," the clone transmitted. "Your current level is still merely one. I am still just human. We have time, but we cannot afford missteps."

"I am aware," the main body replied. "That is precisely why I dispatched you ahead. While I focus on accumulating levels within the castle, your role is to scout the battlefield. Upon our reunion, we shall both be considerably stronger. Furthermore, you are destined to embody my prior self, as I cannot reclaim the person I once was after merging with the Elysium system."

The clone nodded in understanding. His primary consciousness intended to forge him into an independent entity.

The connection gradually dissolved.

Ethan’s clone opened his eyes, his gaze fixed upon the humble ceiling of his confined space. Somewhere within this very world, his family resided—his mother, his father, Rose, Erina. They held no memory of him, nor were they aware of their predicament. Nevertheless, they were here.

And he was determined to find every last one of them until the moment his main consciousness was prepared to exact retribution.

Even if the endeavor spanned a millennium.

---

The following morning, Ethan stirred before the rest of the team.

He moved quietly through the common area, observing the station's ceaseless activity through the heavily reinforced windows. Vessels arrived and departed in a continuous stream, each one either conveying soldiers towards their likely demise or ferrying survivors back from the precipice of oblivion.

His heightened senses, further amplified as his strength surpassed one ton in both physical and mental capacity, allowed him to overhear fragments of conversation.

"The young master of the Shura clan is present. It would be wise for us to steer clear. I heard he is a Supreme prodigy who annihilated 10,000 humans in a single day, all of whom were of comparable cultivation realms to himself."

"--Should we manage to avoid the eastern sector, we stand a chance of survival--"

Ethan mentally cataloged this crucial information.

A supreme young master?

Intriguing.

He had just concluded a basic stretching regimen when Erina emerged from her quarters, her silver hair slightly tousled and her eyes still clouded with lingering sleep. She paused upon noticing his presence.

"You are awake quite early."

"My sleep requirements are minimal."

She regarded him for a brief moment, the same fleeting hint of unrecognized familiarity crossing her features. "You truly do not present yourself as a mere errand boy."

"And how does an errand boy typically behave?"

"Fearful. Resigned. Desperate." She moved past him towards the automated food dispenser. "Your demeanor suggests someone who has already resolved not to perish here."

"That is because I intend not to."

Erina glanced back, her expression unreadable. "Confidence devoid of actual ability is simply foolishness."

"Then observe," Ethan stated softly. "And then you may determine which of the two I possess."

She offered no verbal reply, yet her gaze remained fixed upon him.

And in that precise instant, Ethan perceived a subtle glint within her eyes—a nascent recognition she couldn't articulate, an inexplicable magnetic pull towards him that defied all rational explanation.

She senses it, he mused. Despite her missing memories, she recognizes my inherent difference.

It wasn't much, but it marked a beginning.

---

When the remainder of Team Ragnarok gathered, the station's artificial day cycle had fully commenced. Max unfurled a holographic projection of the contested sectors, meticulously outlining supply routes and hazardous zones with practiced precision.

"Your primary assignment is Route Seven," Max declared, gesturing towards a meandering path through a field of wreckage. "It's comparatively secure, encountering mainly minor creatures and the occasional scout unit. You are to deliver ammunition, provisions, and medical supplies to Forward Base Omega three times weekly."

"Comparatively secure?" Ethan echoed.

"No location on the battlefield is entirely without risk," Mira conceded. "However, Route Seven boasts the lowest casualty rate among all supply lines. You will be safe as long as you adhere to protocol."

Ethan examined the map, noting the terrain's characteristics and potential ambush sites. "What lies beyond the debris field?"

"Unclaimed territory," Dorian replied. "Too volatile for permanent installations, yet too valuable to abandon. Skirmishes transpire there daily."

"And the creatures?"

"They are categorized by threat level, from Alpha down to Delta. Route Seven only experiences Delta-level threats, which are manageable for armed personnel. You will be equipped with a sidearm for emergencies."

"A sidearm," Ethan repeated, his tone flat.

Kael let out a scoff. "What, did you expect a cannon? You're a courier. Your purpose is to transport, not to combat."

"And what if I am unable to transport?"

"Then you perish." Kael's voice was devoid of malice, conveying only stark reality. "That is the nature of the battlefield. Adapt or be annihilated."

Ethan's gaze returned to the map, ensuring every detail was etched into his memory.

Delta-level threats, he considered. Weak enough for the team to deem them manageable. Potent enough to pose a significant challenge to an ordinary individual.

He was far from ordinary.

His current physical strength registered at 1280 kg, a figure still considered meager by the standards of genetically augmented soldiers, yet he possessed an arsenal of countless techniques. Even without the flow of Qi, he could employ certain superlative techniques capable of devastating a small battlefield.

"Grant me one week," he decided. "Seven days, and I shall be prepared."

---

That evening, having successfully completed his inaugural supply run without incident, Ethan returned to his quarters and assumed a meditative posture. His primary consciousness was engaged in the same practice within the castle, separated by dimensions yet unified in objective.

Ethan's main consciousness had already achieved mastery over the technique bestowed by the founder.

Furthermore, he had attained level 2.

"Now, I require a monstrous entity to acquire the initial points," his main consciousness contemplated, and instantly, a portal materialized before him.

Emerging from this portal was a restricted level 2 monster, brandishing a sentence and a knife.

"Attempt to vanquish it using that blade. You shall accumulate more points."