My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 509: Appearing in the tower

"Hahahahahahahha," Ethan erupted in maniacal laughter.

The sound reverberated unnaturally through the space surrounding him, as if the very air struggled to contain the immense weight behind his mirth. It wasn't mere amusement, nor was it simple relief; it was something profoundly deeper, teetering on the edge of madness yet possessing a terrifying clarity.

He rediscovered his inherent sense of supremacy.

For a considerable duration, that feeling had been buried beneath layers of uncertainty, limitations, and forces that far surpassed his own. Now, it surged back with an overwhelming intensity, as if it had never truly departed.

His ultimate talent had not failed him.

It had exceeded his wildest expectations, proving not just powerful, but absolute in a way that rendered all other matters insignificant. Every lingering doubt about his chosen path dissolved without resistance.

"Let’s utterly dismantle those two motherfuckers and the god races," he mused, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

The thought formed organically, devoid of hesitation, fear, or moral quandary. It was a natural conclusion drawn from his present standing and projected future trajectory.

Lucious, observing Ethan, witnessed his companion's uncontrolled laughter.

Lucious’s eyes narrowed subtly as he studied Ethan. The transformation was astonishingly swift. Mere moments before, Ethan had exhibited a different demeanor, marked by caution, calculation, and even a degree of restraint. Now, all those traits seemed to have been supplanted by something far more perilous.

"What’s happening to him? Has he lost his mind?" he wondered.

"Hero Lucious. I have a request for you," Ethan announced, rising to his feet and addressing him directly.

The sheer tone of Ethan's voice was enough to make Lucious halt his movements.

Ethan no longer perceived himself as inferior to anyone. With his ultimate talent, he believed he could achieve parity with any existing power, and when combined with his remaining nine talents, no entity in existence could match him on equal footing.

This was not mere arrogance; it was a conviction he had already validated within himself.

Furthermore, he possessed the Sword of Infinity—the ultimate game-changer.

That single artifact alone tipped the scales of countless potential outcomes heavily in his favor. Yet, even with such immense advantages, Ethan remained vigilant. Recklessness was fundamentally contrary to his nature.

However, he recognized the critical need for strategic opponent selection.

Choosing one adversary only to have another formidable opponent appear subsequently would place him in a dire predicament.

Even unparalleled strength could become utterly useless if applied without a well-considered strategy. Ethan grasped this truth more profoundly than most.

Lucious was taken aback. Ethan's tone had undergone a complete metamorphosis. He spoke as if they were equals, or perhaps even as if Ethan occupied a superior position.

Could this shift be attributed to Null?

The notion crossed Lucious’s mind, but he kept his expression impassive.

Still, he did not wish to jeopardize their current rapport.

Maintaining a cooperative relationship held considerable value, at least for the time being.

"Yes?" he responded.

"I gained entry into Elysium with the assistance of an individual. His family name is Irendale. I require you to visit that family and inform them that Uzui is still alive beyond this realm. If you comply, I shall bestow upon you something of immense value," Ethan stated.

His voice was measured, controlled, and imbued with an underlying certainty that made dismissal difficult.

"Something of immense value? Will you be gifting it, or requesting it from Lord Null?" Lucious inquired, his brow furrowed.

Despite his efforts to remain composed, he found Ethan’s casual demeanor irksome. After all, he was a hero, a figure of paramount authority on the continent.

Ethan perceived his unspoken thoughts and offered a smile.

"I can provide you with particularly valuable information. For instance, on the fifth continent, beneath a willow tree in the Horatic Mountain range, lies a fruit comparable in quality to the one Null bestowed upon you. However, it is guarded by a level 200 monster and its numerous subordinates."

He paused briefly, allowing the weight of his words to settle.

"I possess further, even more tempting, intelligence," he added, a subtle curl to his lips.

Lucious swallowed audibly.

The specificity of the information was too precise to dismiss lightly. It did not sound like a mere fabrication.

Was he being truthful, or was this an elaborate bluff?

That question occupied Lucious’s mind, yet his curiosity began to overshadow his skepticism.

"Are you certain?" he asked.

"Why not investigate yourself? If my words prove true, deliver my message. If they do not, you will have lost nothing in the attempt," Ethan replied.

There was no overt pressure in his tone, no attempt to coerce agreement. This lack of force made his proposition more compelling.

He departed without further conversation, having many pressing matters to attend to.

Lucious remained standing there for a considerable time, long after Ethan had vanished.

The surrounding silence felt more profound than before.

"What manner of existence is he?" he pondered.

He could no longer classify Ethan's nature—not as an ally, not as a subordinate, and most certainly not as someone whose actions could be easily predicted.

...

Ethan materialized in a secluded part of a forest.

The surroundings transformed in an instant, as if the prior locale had ceased to exist. A cooler air permeated this new space, carrying the refreshing aroma of trees and moist earth.

His immediate objective was to reach the tower once more. Following that, he intended to locate every one of his family members, and subsequently, he would ascend to the god realm to confront the deity responsible for their lost memories.

A portal materialized before him.

Its appearance was silent, generating no discernible ripples detectable by ordinary senses.

He passed through the portal with an air of complete possession, as if the tower belonged to him.

His movements were devoid of hesitation or caution.

He paid no mind to the two supreme primordial gods who guarded the place, nor did he concern himself with the elder who had dispatched him into the Elysium.

At this juncture, such formidable existences no longer instilled fear within him.

Emerging from the portal, Ethan found himself standing directly before his clone.

His clone nearly leaped in surprise.

Within this realm, the clone held the status of a primordial, an existence of supreme authority.

Consequently, he had been at ease. However, the sudden manifestation of the portal before him, its presence utterly imperceptible, was profoundly unnerving.

That alone was sufficient to unnerve him greatly.

Yet, upon recognizing his main body, a wave of relief washed over him.

"Blast it! You nearly gave me a heart attack. At least give me a warning before materializing like a specter," he exclaimed.

Ethan merely offered a smile.

"You should commence preparations for the trial to assume control of the tower. I shall require it."

His words were spoken casually, yet their underlying command was absolute.

"Understood. I'm heading into Nini. You managed everything out here," the clone replied before vanishing into the spatial cube.

Ethan wasted no further time.

He proceeded to seek out the remaining individuals.

His parents were engaged in selling bread at a small shop.

Ethan arrived but refrained from intruding, noting the presence of another individual.

This was the very person dispatched by those gods to hunt down his family members.

[Name: Frener Garner

Realm: Eternal Singularity Realm

Level Equivalent: 10]

A smile touched Ethan's lips.

He had indeed crossed a monumental threshold.

Beings of the Eternal Singularity Realm were now as insignificant as chickens to him, even less than those who had once been god-like in his perception.

The man proceeded to the shop where Ethan was already seated as a patron.

The man ordered bread and butter and then took a seat opposite Ethan.

Ethan was also partaking in the bread.

His mother, Elina, served the man his order.

Frener took a bite.

Blech!

He nearly gagged. His features contorted in extreme disgust, an exaggeration far beyond necessity.

Then, he bellowed:

"How dare you present this swill to me? Do you comprehend my identity? You pathetic insects deserve a thousand deaths!"

Jack materialized beside Elina.

"Sir, there must be some misunderstanding. You may inquire with others. Our bread is renowned throughout this district," Jack stated.

His voice, though measured, carried an underlying tension in his stance.

"Are you suggesting I am fabricating this?" Frener's body trembled with rage.

A crimson sphere of destruction materialized in his palm. The contained energy was volatile, dense, and sufficiently destructive to obliterate the entire shop in an instant.

He was poised to launch it towards them.

"Hahahahaha," a sudden burst of laughter erupted.

The laughter was composed, controlled, and laced with a mocking undertone.

"My good fellow, you certainly possess a knack for humor. You are quite amusing."

Ethan leaned back slightly, a piece of bread still in hand, as if unperturbed by the unfolding events.

His gaze met Frener's, and for a fleeting moment, the very atmosphere seemed to shift. An invisible pressure bore down on the space between them. It was subtle, yet undeniably present.

Frener's hand faltered in its motion. The sphere of destruction flickered erratically, as though reacting to an unseen influence.

Ethan took another bite of the bread, chewing deliberately, his eyes locked with Frener's. The tranquility emanating from his demeanor stood in stark contrast to the violent intent hanging in the air. That very contrast began to sow seeds of doubt in Frener's mind.