My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 1: Ethan Hunt

Blue Star – Year 2050

Central High School, Base City 5

Class 10

Golden afternoon sunlight filtered through the reinforced glass of Central High School, painting warm streaks across the polished desks of Class 10. Despite the bright glow, a heavy, suffocating silence gripped the room.

Standing at the front, the tall and composed Mr. Arnold scanned the young faces with a solemn expression. The digital blackboard behind him shimmered with cold precision, displaying the title: The Great Calamity of 2000.

"Fifty years ago..." Arnold began, his voice steady yet carrying an immense weight. "On July 5th, the sky fractured. An unimaginable rift tore through the atmosphere, releasing a mysterious, glowing gas that enveloped the globe within hours. Our world was transformed forever by that mist."

The classroom fell into a deep hush. Though they had heard this tale since they were children, its scale never failed to leave them awestruck.

"That gas forced every living thing to mutate. Animals, vegetation... even humanity. Nature adapted with lightning speed, while human evolution crawled forward. Furthermore, the continents shifted and merged into one massive supercontinent. Even with 70% of the Earth remaining under water, the planet was no longer recognizable to our ancestors."

A holographic globe hummed into existence, rotating slowly to reveal the restructured world.

"During the initial six months, one billion people perished."

A collective gasp broke the silence. No matter how many times the statistic was cited, it remained bone-chilling.

"And then, the Beast Tide arrived."

With a tap on his screen, Arnold displayed images of monstrous, mutated beings—massive, snarling nightmares of raw power and flesh.

Humanity fought back with everything they possessed, yet their efforts were futile against the monsters. Tanks, fighter jets, firearms, snipers, and grenades—none could pierce the hides of these beasts. Driven to desperation, the final option was exercised: the nuclear bomb.

"The nuclear strikes were immediate... and devastating. It resulted in mutual destruction."

Vast territories were transformed into radioactive graveyards.

"Humans died like insects. Our species' final hope was to retreat into massive, fortified enclaves—the locations we now call Base Cities."

He paused, allowing the gravity of the history to sink in before his voice took on a tone of deep respect.

"Yet, from the ruins, hope flickered. A mysterious island appeared near the new supercontinent, encased in a strange atmosphere. Desperate world leaders searched for any salvation, eventually risking everything on an expedition. What was discovered there rewrote history."

The display shifted to a colossal wreck: a partially buried alien starship, its scarred hull vibrating with a faint, lingering energy.

"Within those ruins lay knowledge far beyond our grasp. More crucially, it provided a path toward martial arts—a method for humans to harness cosmic energy."

The students sat up straighter, their eyes gleaming with sudden excitement. This was the legendary beginning they loved most.

"One year later, the world's first martial artist emerged."

In the wake of that breakthrough, numerous martial artists rose within the various base cities. Simultaneously, scientists utilized alien technology to develop laser weaponry, further fortifying their defenses.

Martial artists began to push back the monsters, reclaiming territory and launching investigations across the supercontinent.

Additional alien ruins were unearthed.

Fresh technologies and new cultivation techniques were mastered.

Once again, humanity began to flourish.

"However, our arrogance blinded us."

After three decades of rapid advancement, we believed we could fully reclaim the world and launched a final, decisive offensive against the monsters.

But a massive factor had been completely overlooked.

The ocean.

The sea remained the planet's greatest mystery. Following the disaster, humans rarely explored the waters and had no inkling of what dwelled in the abyss.

The screen displayed the oceans—massive waves and nightmare creatures emerging from the depths. Sharks grew to the size of submarines, and whales resembled aircraft carriers. Lobsters possessed claws so sharp they could slice through steel like a hot blade through butter.

"We failed to account for the 70% of the world hidden from view. And then... the Ocean Emperor appeared."

The room’s lights dimmed further. A colossal octopus, as large as an entire island, surfaced from the depths, its eyes burning with hatred. Death radiated from every one of its tentacles.

"Technology was useless against it. Cities were submerged. Martial artists—our greatest heroes—were slaughtered."

Arnold’s voice dropped to a whisper.

"Then... he arrived. 'Dragon.' The most powerful human to ever exist on Blue Star. Wielding a sword recovered from alien ruins, he engaged the Emperor in a duel that made the very Earth tremble."

The class watched in awe as the footage played—storms of energy, crashing tides, and a solitary warrior holding back the end of the world.

"They fought for three days and nights without a victor. Ultimately, a treaty was struck: Dragon would stay out of the oceans, and the Ocean Emperor would not interfere with humanity’s survival on land."

The lights came back on, leaving the room in stunned silence.

"That occurred twenty years ago. We have spent that time rebuilding. Our Base Cities are thriving, and the path of martial arts has advanced. And Dragon... he remains our silent guardian, watching from the shadows."

He turned to the class, his eyes sharp.

"Your college entrance exams start in one month. Exceptional results in both the academic and martial portions could earn you a spot at Aurora Martial University, the world's premier institution. Even if you fall short of that, other elite universities await."

"But first... you must achieve the rank of Quasi-Warrior. In fifteen days, your certification exams will take place at the Alliance Branch Hall."

He let the weight of the deadline hang in the air.

"Humanity's future might one day be in your hands. Train with everything you have. Dismissed."

The moment Mr. Arnold exited, the room's tension snapped. High-energy chatter filled the air.

"Man, that speech again? I could probably say it word-for-word in my sleep!"

Laughter echoed, but Ethan remained motionless in the back. He was deathly pale, his breath hitching as sweat beaded on his forehead.

Ryan, his sturdy childhood friend, nudged him with a worried frown. "Ethan? You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Ethan offered no reply. He was incapable of it.

His mind was a chaotic whirlwind. Where... where am I? What is happening?

The last thing he remembered was walking in a park before a rogue truck slammed into him. After that, there was only darkness.

I died. Didn't I?

Is this hell?

His heart hammered against his ribs. Everything was wrong—the language, the room, the advanced tech, and the talk of martial arts and alien ships...

This was not his Earth.

A sudden, agonizing pain flared behind his eyes, causing him to gasp. A flood of foreign memories rushed in—fragments of a life not his own. He saw faces, names, class schedules, combat rankings, and gene locks.

His head throbbed violently, and his stomach turned.

He blacked out.

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When his eyes opened, he was lying in the school infirmary under buzzing white lights. His body shook as if recovering from a massive fever.

"Ethan! You're finally awake!"

Ryan’s concerned face appeared above him. "Man, you really gave us a scare."

Sitting up slowly, Ethan tried to process the information in his head.

"I’m... Ethan Hunt," he murmured, testing the name. "Blue Star... Base City 5..."

The name felt strange yet deeply familiar. He was no longer the Ethan from Earth; that man was gone. He had been reborn into this new reality—a savage, magnificent, and terrifying world filled with beasts, martial power, and ancient alien secrets.

Against all logic, his deepest wish had been granted.

He had always yearned for a fresh start in a world where might made right. A place where he could climb to the top, fight, and find true meaning.

It was now a reality.

He closed his eyes, taking a breath.

Suddenly, a cold, synthetic voice resonated in his mind.

> "Ding! The Infinite System has been successfully activated."