My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 315: The 3rd chosen one

Noelle slowly started walking on the lake water and went toward the altar.

To everyone’s surprise she entered through the barrier where everyone was being restricted.

"What is going on here? Why is she able to enter there? Doesn’t it have a rule which restricts anyone above Emperor realm? Or is it just because she is gorgeous?"

Those old monsters from different races started to have second thoughts about the rule. They all now wanted to try again. Who knows, maybe one of them would be successful?

Noelle looked at everyone while entering through that barrier and gave a disdainful look to them as if saying,

"Look at me, peasants. I am far superior to all of you."

The old men who had just arrived and who had similar cultivation realms to hers all clenched their hands.

"That bitch. If someday she falls into my hands, I’ll show her who is the real boss in bed," even those old men had perverted thoughts about her; she was that beautiful.

Noelle stopped in front of the sword. Then she grabbed the hilt without any hesitation, as if she were sure that she would be successful.

She gave it a light pull, but the sword didn’t buzz a bit.

She was surprised that the sword could resist her supreme might.

Then she used half of her strength to pull it out, but it still did not budge.

This time her face turned serious. She used her full power at this moment.

But the result was the same. She started panicking. She had entered here with a grand entrance and even looked down on others.

What if she failed to pull it out? Wouldn’t that make her a laughingstock in front of the whole world?

Her elegant demeanor started to crumble. She was using all her supreme techniques to pull it out but nothing was working.

"What is she doing? Why isn’t she pulling that out?" people started to look confused.

"Could it be that she can’t pull it out?" suddenly Aurora said that.

He said the words loudly, what others weren’t daring to say. It was just to make it more entertaining for Ethan.

As soon as he said that, those who had this same doubt started expressing their inner thoughts as well.

Noelle could hear everything outside. She became red with embarrassment and anger.

She roared with frustration.

"Come out already, you son of a bitch," she cursed out loudly.

As soon as she said that, she instantly started regretting it.

Her goddess-like perfect face had been destroyed now.

Those outside could barely believe their ears. What had they just heard? Lady Noelle had just cursed?

Some even started laughing after failing to control it for a long time.

But it was a big mistake for them.

An otherworldly killing intent rose from her body and locked on everyone who was laughing just now.

"Who dared to mock me?" Noelle came out after failing even after using all her means.

She was ready to vent all that frustration on those weak ones who had just laughed.

"Whoa! What do you want, Noelle? Don’t forget we are present here. You dare to attack our people?" one of the tier-3 old men roared at her.

"Old baldy, do you want to go to war with my nation? I’ll destroy your old ass with a snap," Noelle had gone crazy after this humiliation. She now didn’t care about anything else.

The old man turned red with humiliation.

"Bitch, enough with your arrogance. I am not afraid of you. Let’s go to war," he roared loudly.

Noelle couldn’t believe this old bastard would dare to go to war with her just because she had targeted some ants from their race.

Had her reputation already reached this level?

"Noelle, say sorry to him or else we will go to war against you as well," the other old men already backed up the first one.

Noelle was an extremely arrogant ancestor of the foxmen race.

They didn’t like to anger her, because she always put on a goddess vibe. That’s why they were somewhat charmed by her.

But today, that façade had come to an end. Her goddess-like demeanor was totally crushed.

She was not someone special to them anymore.

Noelle felt the world was spinning around her. Why was everyone behaving like this?

"Very well then, I’ll remember this," she said, and left with her servants and flew away.

They didn’t stop her. They didn’t want an unnecessary war either.

"Alright, let’s see if we can enter there. Or else let the younger ones try," someone suggested.

Just as they tried, like before they failed to enter there.

So the younger generation started to try. It became a festival-like place. Young people from all over the world started coming here to try their luck.

Ten days later.

Ethan looked toward a direction. Ron was coming from there.

A little boy was with him; he was the same age as him or a little younger.

"Brother Ron, are you sure your mother will welcome me? I am a dark elf after all," he said slowly.

"Don’t worry about anything. Just come with me," Ron assured him.

Suddenly he saw the village he lived in was no longer a deserted place. Thousands of people were coming and going.

They were all Emperor realm or below.

"What is going on? Why are so many people here?" he was surprised. He had never seen so many people in the village before.

Suddenly he remembered his master. Were these people here for his master? Were they disturbing him?

"Luke, wait here for a bit. I’ll be back in a minute," Ron left the dark elf in the village and ran toward the forest.

Meanwhile Luke was looking at everything curiously. He saw some young men and women carrying swords going toward a location.

Luke loved swords since he had just started to understand. He felt an obsession toward swords. He was following Ron because he saw how elegant Ron was handling a sword and how beautiful his sword was.

So he wanted to learn from him. Ron also accepted him. That’s how they became friends.

Luke started following those people. He wanted to talk to them.

But soon, they arrived near the lake where the sword altar was.

As soon as Luke saw that sword, he instantly fell in love with it.

"Brother, can you tell me about that sword?" he asked a nearby elf boy whom he had followed.

When the boy saw that he was a dark elf, he felt disgusted.

"Get lost from here. Don’t come near me," he said and went away.

Luke didn’t mind the behavior. He was used to it.

So he started watching to understand the situation.

After a while he got some idea. It was a treasured sword that had suddenly appeared here and no one could pull it out.

Luke felt his hand scratching. He wanted to try it.

He started slowly walking toward the altar.

Some people saw that a dark elf was walking toward the sword.

They couldn’t help but start mocking him.

Luke didn’t care about it and entered the barrier. He entered it without any hindrance. It was clear that he loved the sword very much.

Then he went to it and grabbed its hilt.

Instantly the entire sky turned dark with clouds. Thunder started roaring.

Everyone became surprised. Why had the weather suddenly changed so much?

Ethan in his room looked at Luke.

"Oh? This dark elf has destiny with me? So is he the third chosen one? Let’s see."

Ron came in front of his estate running.

"Master, are you all right? I saw many people in the village. Are they bothering you? I can make everyone leave if you want."

Ethan looked at Ron.

"Brat, you don’t have to do anything. Go to the lake and protect your junior brother. He is going to make history like you. So those people will surely attack him."

Ron heard Ethan’s voice in his mind.

Though he was confused, he still started running toward the direction Ethan had asked him to go.

In the altar,

Luke started pulling out the sword without any resistance.

Everyone was watching this phenomenal scene with shock. So many supreme geniuses had failed to pull that thing out from the stone, and yet a dark elf had done it like nothing.

It was a slap to every one of those geniuses; moreover Lady Noelle, the ancestor of the foxmen race, had also failed to do this.

It was okay until anyone could pull it out; everyone thought it was impossible and couldn’t be brought out.

But now that someone had done this, it proved that he was vastly superior to all those who tried and failed to do this.

So everyone was looking at Luke with hostility instead of excitement.

Besides, this sword was itself a treasure. Until now it was buried in that altar, so it had been useless. But now it was brought out from there. Its full worth was on display right now.

Even ancestor-level characters would go crazy for something like this sword.

Luke was oblivious to all this. He was immersed in the beauty of the sword.

"Give that sword to me, boy, or else don’t even think about leaving from here," an old man roared at Luke.