My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 507: Ninth Talent Awakened

Null’s silent observation of Ethan stretched for several moments, his gaze fixed and unreadable, as if he were meticulously evaluating not only the spoken words but the underlying intentions. While his expression lacked any outward sign of impatience, a subtle yet palpable pressure permeated the atmosphere, betraying the fact that he was not one accustomed to waiting without a distinct objective.

"Very well," Null finally responded, his voice measured and stripped of any extraneous emphasis. "Present the information to me first. Should I ascertain its genuine worth, I will then give your proposal due consideration."

Ethan grasped the gravity of the situation without needing further elucidation. The surrounding space felt infinitesimally warped, suggesting his very existence teetered precariously. He recognized that any hesitation now would be unacceptable and, more critically, unforgivable.

"I will tell you," Ethan declared, drawing a deliberate breath to steady his resolve. "Hyperion and Elysium were not always distinct existences. They originated from a singular, infinite world, or more accurately, a segment of something far more immense and indescribable."

Null’s eyes subtly narrowed, yet he refrained from interrupting.

"At an indeterminate juncture in the distant past," Ethan persisted, "that section of the infinite world was sundered. Whether this act was deliberate or the consequence of a conflict beyond mortal comprehension, I cannot surmise. Nevertheless, the outcome was absolute. That which remained fractured into two separate domains, eventually recognized as Hyperion and Elysium. These domains retained prodigious power, yet they were no longer whole. Over extensive periods, they developed autonomously, fostering their own unique life forms, civilizations, and methods of cultivation."

He paused briefly, ensuring his words were being fully absorbed.

"Despite their advancements," he added, "they were never capable of recovering what was lost. A fundamental void persists, an essential element that prevents either realm from achieving true completeness."

Null remained impassive, though the intensity of his focus markedly increased.

"Should an individual manage to cultivate both their physical form and their law strand to the fifth level," Ethan stated, choosing his words with precision, "they will begin to perceive something extraordinary. They will attain the capacity to sense both realms simultaneously, as if the barriers separating them have dissolved."

He ceased speaking then, allowing the weight of the revelation to resonate.

Null offered no immediate reply. For a fleeting instant, he seemed utterly immersed in contemplation, as though meticulously cross-referencing Ethan’s account with nebulous fragments of knowledge accumulated across eons. He had encountered cryptic references to Hyperion within ancient ruins and obscure texts, but never with such clarity or logical coherence.

"And I presume," Null finally inquired, his voice tranquil yet tinged with palpable curiosity, "that you possess some insight into the method by which one might cultivate both aspects concurrently?"

Ethan met his gaze and offered a single, decisive nod, providing no further explanation.

A brief silence ensued.

Then, abruptly, Null emitted a low, amused chuckle that rapidly escalated into a more pronounced sound.

"Intriguing," he commented, his expression shifting to one of undisguised satisfaction. "You have acquitted yourself admirably, Ethan. It appears you have secured yourself an ally."

He shifted slightly, his very presence becoming more distinctly defined.

"Permit me to introduce myself properly. I am Null Voidwalker, among the very first creations of Elysium."

He casually raised his hand, as if summoning a trifle of no consequence.

"You expressed a desire for high-caliber monsters, did you not?"

Null paused momentarily, appearing to weigh his choices, before executing a subtle flick of his fingers. A ring materialized within his palm, its surface subtly effervescing with spatial distortions.

"I have recently procured several specimens of exceptional quality," he announced, extending the ring toward Ethan. "They should undoubtedly satisfy your requirements."

Ethan accepted the ring without a moment's hesitation.

"Regarding the hidden sage village," Null continued, "I shall confer with an old associate. Should he consent, you will gain admittance. If he declines, I shall personally guarantee your acquisition of any materials you seek from that locale."

His tone conveyed an effortless assurance, as though such undertakings were of negligible importance.

The suffocating pressure that had weighed upon Ethan moments prior dissipated entirely, supplanted by a pervasive sense of stability that felt almost unnervingly incongruous in its intensity.

Null closed his eyes briefly, his consciousness extending outward in a manner that remained imperceptible to Ethan.

A handful of seconds elapsed.

Upon reopening his eyes, Null's demeanor had noticeably softened.

"Permission to enter the village has been granted," he stated. "However, information is expected in return. In exchange, the necessary ingredients will be provided to you at half their usual rate."

Ethan offered a slight inclination of his head.

"That is acceptable," he responded. "I agree to these terms."

Null gave a subtle nod.

"Do you intend to depart immediately, or would you prefer to postpone your visit?" he inquired.

"I shall go later," Ethan answered without hesitation. "My current circumstances are still unstable. There are individuals who pose a direct threat to my existence."

Null’s expression shifted almost imperceptibly.

"A threat?" he echoed, his voice carrying a faint chill. "Who in Elysium would dare to act against someone under my protection?"

Before Ethan could reply, Null raised a hand and made a subtle gesture.

The fabric of space warped.

A small figure was forcefully pulled into existence before them.

The boy stumbled slightly, his face a mask of confusion and apprehension.

It was Lucious, the Seventh Hero.

"Young hero," Null stated, his tone placid yet underscored with authority, "inform me, who is responsible for threatening my associate?"

Lucious immediately straightened, though his body betrayed his fear with a visible tremble.

"Honorable Null," he stammered, "I am unaware of their identity. He merely mentioned that someone powerful was pursuing him, but no specific details were provided to me."

Null observed him for a moment before emitting a soft snort.

"Useless," he muttered.

With another casual motion, Lucious was dispelled from existence, vanishing as abruptly as he had materialized.

Null turned his focus back to Ethan.

"Now," he prompted, "tell me directly. Who is responsible?"

"General Veldanava," Ethan replied, "and the progenitor of the Aurora Clan."

Null’s eyes flashed with recognition.

"Veldanava..." he mused. "Is he not that dragon affiliated with Darkseid? I recall dealing with one of his generals some time ago."

Ethan gave an affirmative nod.

"Then you need concern yourself no further," Null declared dismissively. "They shall not pose a threat to you again."

He paused briefly before continuing.

"I shall escort you to the village when you are ready."

Ethan considered this for a moment.

"I require ten days," he stated. "There are matters I must settle before my departure."

Null raised an eyebrow.

"Ten days," he repeated. "Very well. Take this."

A small artifact appeared in his hand, which he then passed to Ethan.

"When you are prepared, activate it. There is no need to invoke my name."

Ethan accepted the item.

"Thank you," he conveyed.

Null inclined his head slightly before fading from view. Yet, just before his complete disappearance, his voice lingered faintly.

"Do not interfere with him," it was directed at Lucious, the command clear. "Should you do so, the repercussions will be absolute."

Silence descended once more.

Ethan exhaled slowly before settling into a seated posture. He crossed his legs and activated his time field, isolating himself from the external temporal flow.

From his ring, he summoned a monster of level eighty-one.

It was a mutated rhinoceros, its immense frame encased in dark, hardened hide, with seven vicious horns protruding from its skull. A faint, ethereal mist enveloped it, lending it an uncanny aura.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ethan drew forth the Sword of Infinity.

In a single, decisive strike, he acted.

The creature was annihilated instantly.

A notification materialized within his consciousness.

Ten thousand points had been secured.

Ethan closed his eyes.

Now, only time remained as the factor.

...

In a different locale, a clone of Ethan materialized silently within a faraway territory.

He appeared before the family into which Erina had been reborn, making no effort to draw any attention. His presence was tranquil, nearly unnoticeable.

He located her with ease.

"Erina," he uttered, his voice unwavering, "I need to show you something."

Before she could offer a reply, he gently placed his hand upon her head.

A torrent of information surged into her consciousness. Memories, knowledge, and an understanding of the world unfolded within her mind at a staggering rate. Her body trembled subtly as she absorbed the sudden influx.

However, any memories pertaining directly to Ethan himself remained sealed, inaccessible due to a higher authority’s intervention.

As the process concluded, tears streamed down her face.

"Mr. Hunt," she expressed, her voice thick with emotion, "thank you."

"There is no need," Ethan replied with calm assurance. "My intention is to gather the others. Will you accompany me?"

"Yes," she affirmed without hesitation.

Elizabeth stood nearby, already prepared.

With a simple gesture, Ethan transported all three of them to another dimension.

The upper plane.

His gaze drifted slightly upwards.

"Wait for me," he murmured.

...

Five days passed, and Ethan's eyes fluttered open.A silent metamorphosis had occurred.He had achieved level ninety.Instantly, a notification materialized.[Ding! You have reached level 90. Your ninth talent is awakening.]There was a moment of silence.[Ding! Ninth talent awakened: Reality Manipulation.]The explanation unfurled within his consciousness.[Reality Manipulation: You hold ultimate dominion over the reality within your designated domain. Beings up to ten levels higher than you are powerless against your command. You can mold reality, change its fundamental rules, and enforce your desires without any limitations.]