My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 502: Level 80

A faint nod came from Ethan.

"General Rozer, let us have a conversation," he stated, his voice measured. His eyes swept over the stunned individuals nearby, lingering for a brief moment before disengaging.

"Max, the decision to take the medicine rests with you," he added in a composed tone.

Max stood rooted, still processing the events. His fingers trembled subtly as he gazed at the vial in his hand.

Without awaiting a reply, Ethan reached into his storage and retrieved a folded paper.

"Erina, starting today, you are to practice this breathing technique. It has been specifically crafted for you."

He presented the paper to her.

Erina accepted it almost as if in a trance. Her mind was struggling to catch up. A personalized cultivation technique? Created by him personally? What was truly happening?

Her grip on the paper tightened.

Rozer swallowed with difficulty.

He had already experienced Ethan's formidable power firsthand. That overwhelming pressure was beyond mere description; it wasn't simply strength, but something far more profound, making even existence itself feel precarious.

He doubted that even the most powerful being they knew, the Shura Sovereign, could remain composed under such an aura.

And now, this same individual was casually bestowing a cultivation technique.

A unique, personal one.

Rozer's heart rate surged.

Such a technique possessed the potential to fundamentally alter an entire race.

Yet, he dared not utter a single question. Ethan had already begun to walk away.

"Max, return to the family and ingest the antidote," Rozer instructed hastily, before following Ethan without any hesitation.

They entered a private chamber.

The instant the door sealed shut, the surrounding atmosphere underwent a transformation.

Ethan settled himself comfortably and gestured towards the seat opposite him.

Rozer remained standing for a moment, then realized the unspoken invitation. He promptly sat down, though his posture remained rigidly formal.

"I am not an adversary to humanity," Ethan declared. "There is no need for nervousness. I wish to discuss a matter."

"Yes, sir," Rozer responded, his tension undiminished.

Ethan observed him briefly before continuing.

"Humanity primarily utilizes a breathing technique acquired from another race. While it serves universally, it is far from optimal, as it inhibits the inherent elemental potential within."

Rozer's eyes shifted.

This was a subject few dared to broach in open conversation.

"The race from which this technique was borrowed may have had their own agenda," Ethan elaborated. "Whether for control, restriction, or some other purpose, their motives are of no concern to me."

He paused for a brief instant.

"I am prepared to develop individual, tailored elemental breathing techniques for humans."

Rozer's breath hitched.

Custom-made techniques?

For the entirety of the human race?

This was more than a mere advantage; it signified a leap in evolution.

"However," Ethan added calmly, "humans must provide me with assistance in return."

Rozer immediately rose and offered a deep bow.

"Our gratitude will be eternal, sir. Please convey your command. No request is necessary."

Ethan produced several images and offered them to Rozer.

"These individuals are my family members. I require the human race's aid in locating them."

Rozer accepted the images with both hands.

"Should anyone succeed in finding even one of them," Ethan continued, "I shall personally guarantee their breakthrough to the Upper Realm."

Rozer's throat felt parched.

The Upper Realm.

It was a concept humanity could only theorize about—a higher plane of existence transcending the current universe.

And now, this man spoke of it as if it were a common travel destination.

"I shall issue this directive without delay," Rozer avowed, his voice firm despite his astonishment. "This will become the utmost priority for all humans."

Ethan offered a slight nod.

"You may depart. I will have the techniques ready by tomorrow."

He closed his eyes, signaling the end of their discussion.

Rozer bowed once more.

"Thank you, sir."

He turned and exited swiftly, his mind already abuzz with strategic planning.

As the door clicked shut, a profound silence enveloped the room.

Ethan remained motionless for a few moments.

Then, he spoke in a low voice.

"Old man. We need to converse."

A faint, ancient voice replied.

"Yes?"

Ethan leaned back slightly.

"This tower. What is its origin? Do you possess complete control over it?"

A brief pause ensued before the response emerged.

"I do not. While it contains ten thousand worlds, that is merely the surface. My access is limited to a small fraction. I believe its true origin lies much deeper, far beyond my comprehension."

The voice grew somber.

"I suspect it might be a relic from the uncharted territories of Elysium."

Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Is that so?"

He tapped his finger rhythmically against the armrest.

"What are your thoughts regarding the outer world and Elysium? Do you perceive Elysium as the primary realm, with the outer world merely a concealed domain?"

The old man remained silent for a moment before responding.

"I do not know," he finally stated. "I attempted to trace the origins of the outer world, but it is also beyond my comprehension. However, its potential is clearly inferior to Elysium, which suggests it is a lower realm."

Ethan offered a single nod in response.

He decided against continuing the conversation.

Certain answers could only be obtained through power, not mere speculation.

He would patiently wait.

Within Elysium.

Ethan's eyes fluttered open inside the temporal field.

Thousands of years had elapsed within this secluded pocket of existence.

His very essence had undergone a transformation.

It felt more stable now. More refined.

[Master: Ethan Hunt

Level: 80

Cosmic Points: 0/100

Talents:

1. Ruler of Fate

2. Gray mist production

3. Absolute Veil

4. Void God Azaroth

5. Origin Lord Genesis

6. Omniscient Core

7. Abyss King Nihility

8. Eternal Sovereign Chonos]

Ethan observed the designations of his talents. Each one resonated with immense power.

[4. Void God Azaroth:

Bestows mastery over nothingness. It possesses the capability to obliterate matter, energy, souls, and even abstract concepts. Furthermore, it allows for the storage of anything within a boundless void dimension and the conversion of existence into raw void energy.

5. Origin Lord Genesis:

Enables absolute creation. The user can bring forth matter, life, and entire worlds into being, defining their fundamental laws at the moment of their genesis. The user is capable of creating entities or phenomena that are three realms superior to their own.

6. Omniscient Core:

Grants unrestricted access to information. The user can instantly analyze any phenomenon, foresee potential outcomes, and determine the most advantageous courses of action. It also permits the simulation of future scenarios with remarkable accuracy.

7. Abyss King Nihility:

Concentrates on processes of decay and nullification. It disintegrates abilities, defenses, and regenerative capacities into nothingness, thereby effectively circumventing most forms of immortality or resistance.

8. Eternal Sovereign Chronos:

Confers complete dominion over the flow of time. The user can halt, reverse, accelerate, or diverge timelines, and operate with complete freedom outside the established temporal progression. Actions can be retrospectively altered after their occurrence.]

"As expected of myself. Each of my talents is on par with the ultimate abilities of others," he mused with a hint of smugness.

He then rose to his feet.

With a mere thought, Absolute Veil was activated.

His aura plummeted instantly, settling at level five.

Completely concealed.

"Now I must hunt monsters myself," he murmured.

He then paused, a thought striking him.

"There is a potential issue."

He gazed ahead.

"Yumiko, once I reach a level where no other beings exist, how will I accumulate points if there are no more monsters to hunt?"

The response was immediate.

[Master, have no concern.]

[Upon reaching level 100, you will gain access to the fractured Law of Infinity.]

Ethan's gaze sharpened perceptibly.

[This law is practically endless. Even a partial comprehension will yield points.]

[You already possess the Infinity Strand. All that is required is for you to comprehend your own strand and expand its reach.]

[You will receive evolution points accordingly.]

A brief silence followed before the system resumed its explanation.

[Additionally, your Gray Mist Production talent allows you to extend your strand by utilizing your own power.]

[This establishes a self-sustaining cycle.]

A spark ignited in Ethan's eyes.

An infinite loop.

Growth independent of external sources.

He exhaled slowly.

"How do you possess such clear knowledge?"

The explanation arrived without any delay.

[Omniscient Core, Master.]

[I now know all things.]

Ethan remained silent for a moment.

A slow smile then spread across his face.

"Excellent."

He took a step forward.

"Let us commence the hunt."

He moved towards the exit.

However, just as he was about to depart, the space around him subtly warped.

A figure materialized.

The founder.

"Ethan," he said, his expression serene. "I have procured all the necessary components to integrate your soul with that abomination. Are you prepared?"

Ethan halted his movement.

For a fleeting instant, the atmosphere in the room grew palpably heavier.

Then, Yumiko's voice echoed in his mind.

[Master. Exercise caution.]

[His intention is to consume your very existence to uncover your secrets.]