My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 2: The system

Ethan became motionless as the sharp ring of a notification resonated in his consciousness.

A wave of intense, inexplicable fervor washed over him. With wide eyes and a heart thundering like a war drum, he realized that sound was more than a simple alert. It was a summons toward his destiny.

Being a seasoned denizen of the internet back on Earth who had devoured countless web novels, Ethan immediately understood the significance of this moment. He had encountered this scenario hundreds of times—tales where unremarkable protagonists were gifted with enigmatic systems and cheat-like powers that revolutionized their existences. This was the dawn of his ascent.

Now, that very trope was manifesting in his own life.

A system belonged to him.

His breathing became shallow. Closing his eyes, he directed his awareness inward, mimicking the actions of many fictional heroes. He concentrated, his mind strained with eager expectation as he attempted to invoke the interface.

> What kind would it be? A Shop System? A Cultivation Accelerator? A Skill Copier?

Suddenly, against the dark backdrop of his closed eyelids, a glowing, translucent window flickered into view.

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[Master: Ethan Hunt

Physique: 0.1

Spirit: 0.1]

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Was that all?

Ethan blinked in confusion. A sense of letdown settled over him like a chilly breeze. There were no radiant lights or grand fanfares. No complex tabs, diverse options, or extensive lists of abilities—only two meager statistics were displayed.

The peak of his initial joy began to crumble.

However, a sudden jolt of agony pierced through his skull like a lightning strike. He winced and gripped his head as a flood of information poured into his mind.

A detached, robotic voice resonated within his soul:

> "System active. Core Function: Automatically doubles host’s attributes every 24 hours."

Ethan stood perfectly still.

His train of thought came to a dead stop.

> Double... every 24 hours?

His pupils shrank.

Though he wasn't a mathematics expert, the concept of exponential growth was clear to him. Initially, the progress might seem trivial. But as the days and weeks progressed, a small snowball would transform into a devastating avalanche. Even the most insignificant ant could evolve into a dragon.

His hands began to shake. He balled them into fists, his mouth hanging open in silent wonder.

> This... this is unbelievable.

All at once, that simplistic status window no longer seemed disappointing.

Physique: 0.1.

Spirit: 0.1.

The information provided by the system explained that a value of 1.0 in any attribute was equivalent to one ton of force. Currently, at 0.1, Ethan possessed roughly 100 kilograms of both physical and spiritual power. They were clean, precise figures.

Perhaps too precise.

It was likely the system had set his baseline intentionally. Regardless, Ethan didn't linger on that thought. He required information regarding the world he now occupied.

As he sorted through the inherited memories of his current body, a new world revealed itself.

This planet was known as Blue Star—a high-tech, Earth-like society where martial prowess was the ultimate authority. Despite the presence of advanced technology, the true pillar of civilization was cosmic energy—and the practitioners who could utilize it through Cultivation.

Might made right.

The hierarchy of Cultivation was categorized into five significant realms:

1. Martial Warrior 2. Martial Master 3. Martial Grandmaster 4. Martial King 5. Martial Emperor

To begin this journey, a person first had to trigger their elemental affinity. Certain individuals held a dormant connection to one of the nine elements: fire, water, earth, metal, wind, light, darkness, thunder, or ice.

Through their specific element, they would obtain an appropriate breathing technique, enabling them to ingest cosmic energy and undergo evolution.

The bedrock of Cultivation involved opening five gene locks, each corresponding to a specific realm. Every gene lock was composed of nine sub-locks, and breaching each one would massively boost a martial artist's power.

Prior to unlocking the initial gene lock, a human's physical power was capped at 1,000 kg—a rigid, global ceiling.

However, once that lock was broken...

1st sub-lock: 2,000 kg 2nd sub-lock: 3,000 kg 3rd sub-lock: 4,000 kg ... 9th sub-lock: 10,000 kg

Upon reaching the status of Martial Master:

1st sub-lock: 50,000 kg 2nd sub-lock: 100,000 kg ...and the progression continued.

It was a terrifying scale of power growth. Ethan was left in awe.

> And I possess a system that doubles my attributes... every single day.

He was starting at 100 kg today. Tomorrow would be 200. The following day, 400. Then 800. By the next, 1,600—shattering the 1,000 kg ceiling. It was a feat no ordinary mortal had ever accomplished without awakening.

> Could I actually defy the natural laws?

The prospect sent his pulse racing once more.

He recalled details from his school lessons. To be eligible for a premier martial university, a student had to first achieve the rank of a quasi-martial artist.

The requirements were:

Striking force: 500 kg Sprinting speed: 25 meters per second

Attaining that certification allowed one to undergo the elemental affinity test. A successful result meant receiving a breathing technique from the Alliance Hall to begin Cultivation.

Failure meant being relegated to a life of insignificance. You would be helpless in a society where strength dictated your worth.

> This is the reality I must face.

Still processing these revelations, Ethan rose from his bed in the infirmary. Outside, the setting sun bathed the horizon in soft golden hues.

He thought of the students who had assisted him earlier—Ryan and the others. With a smile, Ethan invited them to a generous dinner at a nearby eatery. It was a small token of his gratitude.

Later that night, he hailed a ride home.

The polished, quiet vehicle swept through streets illuminated by neon lights. Ethan sat in the rear, staring out at the passing scenery.

> This existence... is worlds apart from my previous one.

On Earth, he had been a solitary figure. An orphan with no family and no aspirations. He was just a ghost drifting through a bleak, uncaring world.

But here... he possessed parents. A residence. A path forward.

The Hunt family belonged to the city's high society. His father was a prosperous entrepreneur, and his mother was a kind woman according to his fragmented memories.

Yet, a sense of unease bit at him.

> Will they realize I'm someone else? Can I successfully mimic the original Ethan?

Fortunately, the Ethan of this world was known for being quiet and introverted. He was distant. Although he cared for his parents, their hectic lives meant they rarely spent time together.

Nonetheless, their affection for him was genuine.

That realization brought warmth to Ethan’s heart... though it also carried a sting of remorse.

The vehicle pulled up to a modern villa in a prestigious neighborhood. Ethan climbed out, his tension mounting with every step toward the door. Guided by his mental map, he stepped inside.

The house was silent.

Feeling relieved, he took off his shoes and headed upstairs. Every corridor and room aligned with his memory. Every photograph and minor detail was tangible and real.

Once in his bedroom, he took a warm bath, allowing the heat to dissolve his stress.

Afterward, dressed in fresh attire, he sat cross-legged on his mattress and gazed at the ceiling.

> This is the moment. My new journey has started.

His heart was a storm of conflicting feelings—dread, wonder, and thrill.

He wasn't merely trying to survive any longer. He possessed a system. A strategy. A chance to reach the summit.

Time was the only thing he required.

> My strength will double every 24 hours. If I keep a low profile, get ready, and play this smart...

He looked down at his palms and squeezed them tight.

A fresh ambition ignited within his spirit.

Tomorrow would mark Day Two.

And his life would be changed forever.