My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 3: A spark of change
Previously on My attributes are increasing infinitely...
Ethan was granted a fifteen-day window to visit the Association martial hall and claim his quasi martial warrior certificate. Having finally secured some personal time, he sat before the glowing display of his terminal, scouring various forums and articles. His mind raced with inquisitive thoughts.
He pondered whether all practitioners remained equal upon entering the Martial Realm. Was their level of power identical across the board?
The solution to his query appeared almost instantly.
It was a resounding no.
Fairness was a foreign concept in the universe—a truth that held firm in his previous life and remained absolute in this one. In the pursuit of raw power, equality was nothing more than a fantasy.
While it was true that martial artists at the same rank generally shared a similar base strength—excluding certain outliers—that was merely a single piece of the puzzle. Combat proficiency was heavily influenced by skill, whether involving specialized weaponry or unarmed combat techniques. Achieving high levels of mastery in these arts could multiply a fighter's lethality several times over.
However, true mastery was gated by a specific requirement: comprehension.
Two individuals might study the exact same technique, yet their execution in the heat of battle could be worlds apart. Instinct, innate talent, and deep understanding were the variables that created a hierarchy of strength.
Furthermore, a massive variable existed in the form of Innate Talents.
Once an individual unlocked their genetic potential and ascended to the Martial Warrior Realm, they might awaken a unique ability. These powers could manifest as elemental affinities like lightning, ice, or fire, or as physical enhancements such as superior defense, speed, or raw power. Others might develop specialized support traits like long-range vision or healing factors.
Still, such gifts were not universal.
Not every martial artist possessed a talent, but it was a certainty that every recognized genius did.
A spark of ambition ignited within Ethan as he processed this information. He wondered if he too would awaken a talent. If he could pair such an ability with the limitless potential of his system, he would become a truly peerless force.
That evening, he retired to his bed early, his soul stirred by grand aspirations.
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The following morning, the room was bathed in soft sunlight. After a lazy stretch, Ethan summoned his attribute panel with a simple thought.
[Master: Ethan Hunt]Physique: 0.2Spirit: 0.2
He blinked, realizing his mind felt sharper and his focus more intense than it had ever been. His body felt remarkably light, and his vision was incredibly crisp. He questioned if these were the direct benefits of his increased spirit attribute.
Once he had prepared for the day, he went out to find breakfast. Since it was Sunday and his schedule was clear, he decided to spend his free time exploring the city.
He mounted his high-tech motorbike—a streamlined vehicle that combined the aesthetic of a Royal Enfield with futuristic engineering. Though the machine was capable of reaching speeds of 500 kph, he chose a leisurely pace for his ride.
His initial destination was a local mall. He intended to purchase training attire—an item the original Ethan would have avoided unless forced.
While browsing through the racks of athletic gear, his attention was caught by a nearby girl. The sight of her caused him to catch his breath.
She was exceptionally beautiful, standing roughly 170 cm tall with porcelain skin and a physique that surpassed professional models. She was dressed in a chic violet trench coat over a snug turtleneck, paired with black boots that reached her calves—the look was a flawless mixture of grace and power.
Ethan felt his pulse quicken for reasons he couldn't immediately explain.
He questioned his own reaction.
Then, the realization hit him—the emotion wasn't his own, but a lingering fragment from the original Ethan. The girl was Rose Leslie, a classmate he had harbored a long-standing crush on. A dedicated student who excelled in both martial arts and literature, she aimed to enroll in Aurora Martial University. Despite her humble background, she was incredibly hardworking, dividing her time between her books and the gym.
She was accompanied by a younger girl who appeared to be her sister, sharing the same striking beauty.
Unlike his predecessor, Ethan did not shrink away. He approached her confidently to offer a greeting.
"Hey, Rose."
Rose turned around, looking startled. Recognition flickered in her eyes as she asked, "Ethan?" She was clearly surprised, remembering him only as a reserved boy who rarely spoke to anyone besides Ryan.
Nevertheless, she gave him a polite smile. "Hi..."
The younger girl, Zara, watched Ethan with curiosity. Seeing that her sister knew this handsome stranger, she remained quiet. Ethan offered a kind smile and a greeting to her as well, causing the shy Zara to retreat behind Rose's coat.
"What brings you here, Rose?" Ethan inquired.
"I'm just picking up some clothes for Zara and myself," she explained.
Rose paused for a moment before declining softly. "Perhaps another time..."
Accepting the answer without pressure, Ethan smiled and bid them farewell with a wave.
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After departing from the mall, Ethan traveled to a local training facility known as the Tiger Fang Martial Gym. He was met by a friendly receptionist upon entry.
"Can I help you with something?" she asked.
Through their conversation, Ethan discovered that the facility was owned by a formidable Level 9 Martial Warrior. It was a highly regarded institution where many students trained in hopes of awakening their genes. It seemed like an ideal place to begin one's journey.
Ethan briefly toyed with the idea of enrolling.
Ultimately, he dismissed the thought. His growth through the system would be far too rapid. Training in such a public environment would make it impossible to mask his abnormal rate of improvement. It was wiser to maintain a low profile for the time being.
He spent the remainder of the afternoon wandering through the city streets before eventually returning home.
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Upon entering the house, Ethan came to a halt.
His parents were home.
He felt a brief surge of anxiety before regaining his composure. In the kitchen, his mother, Elina, was humming while she cooked. She was a tall, elegant woman who radiated a sense of comfort. His father, Jack Hunt, was a massive man standing 190 cm tall with a powerful, athletic frame and a composed, sharp aura.
"Hi, Mom. Dad," Ethan said.
Elina looked up in surprise. "Ethan? You've returned."
"I was out doing some shopping," he replied simply.
Her eyebrows shot up. "Shopping? That's unusual for you. What did you get?"
"Some clothes for training."
"Training clothes?" Elina repeated, her shock evident. "What is the occasion?"
"I'm planning to take the Quasi Martial Warrior Certificate test in fifteen days. I need to start preparing."
Jack's attention snapped away from the television, his expression one of pure astonishment.
His son, who had always lacked drive and interest, was suddenly focused on martial certification?
"Why the sudden change of heart, Ethan?" Jack asked. His voice was laced with curiosity, but the underlying concern was clear.
Ethan could sense the genuine affection in his father's voice. There was no judgment, only care.
"I've set my sights on a top-tier university, Dad. I'll need that certificate to qualify for admission."
A heavy silence filled the room.
Elina's expression softened as Jack leaned back, lost in thought.
They realized their son was undergoing a transformation. He was no longer the timid, antisocial boy they knew. There was a newfound intensity in his gaze and a sense of conviction in his words.
The parents shared a look of silent pride.
Elina turned back toward him, smiling warmly. "Very well. What would you like for dinner?"
Ethan flashed a grin. "How about some black pepper grilled beef and garlic rice?"
"Consider it done," she said with a laugh.
As Ethan walked toward his bedroom, a smile lingered on his face.