My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 501: Helping General Rozer

Ethan meticulously arranged the final components on his table, his gaze unhurriedly taking them in. Each ingredient, sourced from disparate and heavily guarded locations, was cataloged in military records as perilous and volatile. To him, however, they were merely reagents, subject to fundamental principles that eluded the comprehension of most.

With a subtle gesture, his hand lifted. The ingredients simultaneously ascended, defying gravity within the chamber. They maintained distinct, orderly formations around him, avoiding any collision or random drift, aligning in a pattern only he could decipher.

The transformation commenced.

It wasn't a process of heat or conventional mixing, but a direct manipulation of essence. Their inherent properties were recalibrated, their instability neutralized, and their deleterious elements meticulously excised, as if reality itself were performing a purification. Gradually, a viscous, crimson liquid materialized at the nexus of the aerial arrangement. It coalesced without need of a vessel or external pressure, as though destined for this precise state of existence.

Ethan's eyes reopened, observing the outcome. His expression remained devoid of any discernible satisfaction or elation; it was simply a matter of completion.

His involvement with the populace was not arbitrary; a distinct objective propelled his actions.

Though Elysium and this external realm remained partially enigmatic, he sensed his imminent ascent to the zenith of evolution, his primary consciousness having already grasped the wellspring of infinity.

This current iteration, a clone, was poised to manifest as an independent entity, unbound by existing frameworks. For this crucial development, Ethan deemed the tower and the acquisition of subordinates essential. This world, he knew, was his final reincarnation. Upon his primary self transcending level 140, his next target would be the god realm.

Consequently, this clone would be dispatched to ascertain the existence of a superior iteration of Elysium, for Elysium itself was constructed upon fractured laws of Infinity. A realm governed by true Infinity? That was a question he intended to answer, eventually.

Ethan's gaze rested upon the completed antidote, and a quiet resolve settled in his voice.

"Let's proceed."

Carrying a small glass vial filled with the crimson liquid, Ethan departed the chamber. The antidote emitted no outward glow or discernible reaction, its mundane appearance rendering it even less likely to inspire trust in others.

Outside, Max and his companions awaited, their presence evidently prolonged. Their strained visages suggested an unspoken tension, perhaps a silent debate while enduring the wait for a resolution.

Upon sighting Ethan, Max instinctively moved forward.

"Did you succeed?" Mira's voice preceded any other inquiries.

Ethan offered no immediate response. He elevated the vial slightly, ensuring it was clearly visible to all.

"This is the antidote," he stated. "Consume it, and the affliction will be vanquished."

Max took a hesitant half-step forward, then halted. His eyes were fixed on the vial, suspicion evident. Throughout his life, he had encountered countless healers, physicians, and researchers; none had managed to resolve this particular malady with such alacrity. Ethan, by all records, possessed no affiliations that would explain such an extraordinary outcome, being officially classified as an ordinary individual.

Max's hand tightened subtly. His apprehension stemmed not from Ethan himself, but from the daunting prospect of placing faith in the unknown.

Before any decision could be reached, the atmosphere of the surrounding area shifted dramatically.

A palpable, oppressive presence descended upon the encampment. It was not overtly ostentatious, but its sheer weight bore down universally. Conversations ceased abruptly. Movements became sluggish. Even the simple act of breathing felt burdened.

A figure emerged from the distance, advancing with measured, unhurried steps. His posture was erect, hands clasped behind his back. There was no indication of haste or curiosity; he moved with the certainty of one who already grasped the unfolding circumstances and had merely come to verify specifics.

Max recognized the individual instantly.

"Uncle Rozer," Max murmured, his voice tinged with apprehension.

Rozer offered no immediate reply. His gaze swept across the area before alighting upon the vial held by Max.

"I have been dispatched by your father," Rozer stated evenly. "Relinquish that vial. It will undergo scrutiny prior to any administration."

The soldiers within the camp responded with swift adherence. Many instinctively knelt. The base commander arrived shortly thereafter, his hurried approach marked by labored breaths.

"Your Majesty," the commander addressed respectfully. "Your arrival was unannounced. We would have ensured appropriate arrangements were in place."

Rozer raised a hand in a subtle gesture.

"Preparations are unnecessary. My purpose here is personal. You may withdraw."

The commander hesitated momentarily, his gaze then falling upon Ethan, who stood composedly beside Max. His expression flickered as he processed the interconnected elements of the situation.

"Sir," the commander addressed Ethan, his tone shifting to one of deference. "Is this individual responsible for the current predicament? I can arrange for his immediate removal."

The ambient temperature seemed to plummet following this remark.

Rozer turned his head slightly.

"Depart," he reiterated, his voice now imbued with a chilling finality.

The commander stiffened, then bowed without another word, retreating with the soldiers trailing behind. Their footsteps faded swiftly, leaving only the central group.

Max slowly presented the vial to Rozer.

After a brief examination, Rozer placed the vial into a space ring without comment. His full attention then pivoted to Ethan.

"You are the creator of this?" Rozer inquired.

Ethan offered a slight nod. "Indeed."

Rozer advanced. His presence intensified, not with explosive force, but a controlled pressure that compelled weaker individuals to instinctively recoil. Even Max felt it pressing against his chest.

"Then you must grasp something," Rozer stated. "Should this cause Max any harm, no one, not even Erina’s family, will shield your life."

Max hastily raised his hand. "Uncle, please do not intimidate him so."

Rozer offered no response, his gaze locked onto Ethan. There was an anomaly about the young man. Ethan was remarkably composed. There was no detectable fear, no hesitation, nor any attempt at verbal defense. It was as if Rozer’s imposing presence registered no emotional impact on him whatsoever.

This was far from ordinary.

Ethan produced a faint smile. "You ought to exercise caution when projecting your aura so freely. A small parasite, feeding on your energy, is attached to it. It grows more potent with such displays."

An immediate, heavy silence descended.

While the others in the group grasped none of the meaning, Rozer remained immobile. His expression underwent a drastic transformation.

"How did you become aware of it?" Rozer demanded instantly.

The question betrayed a shift in his tone, moving away from the antidote to suspicion. Something profound had been uncovered, and Rozer was assessing the potential threat.

Max knitted his brows. "What are you referring to?"

Rozer disregarded him, his focus on Ethan intensifiying.

"That is not knowledge you should possess," Rozer stated with icy coldness.

The underlying implication was unmistakable. Anyone privy to such information without clearance was either exceptionally perilous or already entangled in matters far exceeding the norm. For Rozer, only one conclusion seemed plausible in that moment.

Ethan might necessitate elimination.

Max felt the shift instantly, his throat turning parched.

"Uncle Rozer, wait," Max interjected swiftly.

Erina stepped forward resolutely, positioning herself between Rozer and Ethan. Her stance was firm, though her eyes betrayed apprehension. She lacked a full understanding of the developing situation, yet an inner conviction warned her against retreating.

Ethan met Rozer's gaze once more, his composure unwavering.

"You contemplate my removal," Ethan declared. "That is unwarranted. Should you attempt to wield even a fraction of your power here, the parasite will cease its modest growth. It will evolve within ten days, then commence draining your life force."

Rozer's expression grew taut.

Ethan took a single step forward.

The atmosphere underwent an immediate transformation.

Rozer sensed a subtle internal shift, not an external pressure, but a destabilization of his internal sense of power. His command over his own abilities faltered momentarily, as if his access had been momentarily severed.

He attempted to move, but his body lagged in its response.

A second step.

Rozer now perceived a more profound alteration. His entire foundation of strength felt remote, perceived as if through a pane of glass rather than experienced directly. His instincts shrieked alarm, yet he could not pinpoint the source in time.

He felt akin to a small child confronting a celestial leviathan.

Ethan raised his hand, placing it gently upon Rozer’s head.

No overt force was visible to the onlookers, no explosive energy discharge. Yet, Rozer experienced an internal sensation of everything being drawn outward in a controlled exaction. Initially, it wasn't painful, more like layers of concealed substance being meticulously peeled away.

Then, he perceived it.

A minuscule, distorted entity, resembling a dark insect wrought from corrupted intent, was extracted from his aura structure. It writhed briefly before succumbing entirely to the extraction process.

Concurrently, the oppressive atmosphere dissipated.

Rozer inhaled sharply as his strength surged back, more potent and clearer than before. His senses sharpened to a degree he hadn't felt in years, as if a long-carried burden had suddenly vanished.

His knees buckled, touching the ground.

He lowered his head.

"I beg your forgiveness, Your Majesty," Rozer murmured. "My arrogance was profound."

Max watched, utterly astonished. He had never witnessed Rozer kneel before anyone.

Rozer stood among the most powerful humans alive, on par with his own grandfather, yet now he knelt before an apparently insignificant individual.