My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 358: King

The emissary who had escorted Ethan arrived at his quarters.

“Ethan, are you in there?”

He pounded on the door.

“Mr. Emissary, is something the matter?”

“Tell me, where were you throughout the night?” he questioned, his voice laced with anxiety.

“I was right here in my room, focused on my Cultivation. Why do you ask?” Ethan responded, feigning bewilderment.

Only after confirming Ethan’s presence inside the room did the emissary finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He felt responsible because he had recruited Ethan, who was the organization's most recent arrival.

If Ethan had been the one attempting to breach the tower, the consequences would have been dire.

In such a scenario, Ethan would have been executed without hesitation, and he would have likely shared that fate. There was no possibility of a plea bargain.

The emissary took him at his word, believing that a tier 10 entity would generally avoid deception; lying generated negative karma, which could severely hinder one's Cultivation journey.

However, he was unaware that Ethan remained completely indifferent to karma, as it held no power over him.

“Fine, stay put. The higher-ups are on their way to conduct an investigation. I’ve heard a general might even personally attend. Control your temperament. I’ve been patient with your attitude, but if you show that same disrespect to him, his guards will cut you down before he even has to lift a finger,” the emissary cautioned.

“By the way, Emissary, what was your name? I forgot to ask earlier, and you didn't exactly introduce yourself,” Ethan remarked nonchalantly.

The emissary felt as if a fly had just flown into his mouth.

He was sick with worry for this man, yet the brat didn't even know who he was.

“My name is Clain Freyer. Don’t you dare forget your elder’s name again,” he snapped, his face flushed with irritation.

While they were speaking, an overwhelming, cataclysmic pressure suddenly descended upon the entire inner region.

“Blergh!”

Clain, along with everyone else in the vicinity, was slammed to the ground, coughing up blood.

Throughout the forest, all 453 members were forced to their knees, vomiting blood under the weight of the aura.

Ethan mimicked the others, forcing out some artificial blood to blend in.

This crushing weight was the signature of a fourth-dimensional being.

Ethan’s senses had already mapped the arrivals. Four individuals had emerged from a portal; one possessed power equivalent to a 500 billion golden seal level, while the other three were newly ascended fourth-dimensional beings. The current pressure originated from one of those three.

To Ethan, this supposedly terrifying pressure felt like nothing more than a light massage.

Nevertheless, he had to maintain his cover until he uncovered the truth he was seeking.

“We pay our respects to His Highness!” the crowd shouted in unison.

The leader of the group surveyed the assembly with a gaze as cold as ice.

He spoke no words, instead releasing a fraction of his aura. This time, however, he didn't direct it at the people.

Had he done so, they would have been annihilated instantly. Instead, he performed a unique display of power.

He allowed his aura to manifest behind him.

In that moment, everyone witnessed a terrifying force gathering at his back. The intensity was so great that the surrounding forest seemed on the verge of splintering apart.

It was a vision of simultaneous creation and destruction.

Even without being the direct targets, the cultivators felt like mere specks of dust before a colossal tsunami of energy.

The terror was so absolute that some lost control of their bladders.

They were trembling to their very marrow.

After two minutes, the man finally withdrew his aura and cast another frigid look over the crowd.

It was the look one gives to a pile of dead ants—utterly devoid of emotion.

“Step forward and accept your sentence,” he finally commanded.

This display of dominance was calculated to break their spirits. He knew that if they felt utterly powerless, they would likely confess, realizing there was no hope of escaping his reach.

“My Lord, I am innocent! I know nothing, please believe me!”

Several members began to suffer mental collapses under the strain.

The general, however, remained completely unmoved by their pleas.

Then, his eyes fixed on Ethan. He sensed a discrepancy, a feeling that something was amiss with this particular man.

This was intentional; Ethan was allowing him to perceive a flaw.

He had no desire for innocent bystanders to die on his account.

“You there. Come forward,” the man ordered in a level voice.

Ethan did not budge.

“Did you not hear the Lord’s command? Get over here now!” one of the guards bellowed.

Clain’s face went white when he realized they were targeting Ethan.

He assumed the general was incensed by the arrogant expression Ethan wore.

“My Lord, please, he is a newcomer and lacks understanding. I beg of you to forgive his ignorance just this once,” Clain pleaded, desperately trying to save Ethan.

Ethan was genuinely surprised that the emissary would find the courage to speak up to a general for his sake.

“Oh? So you know something?” the general asked, his interest piqued.

“What? What would I know?” Clain stammered, confused.

Ethan inwardly sighed, mentally slapping his forehead. What a fool.

How had someone with this level of intellect managed to reach such a high cultivation level?

“Are you attempting to toy with us, Emissary?” a guard asked, his voice dripping with coldness.

“No, My Lord! I truly don't understand. I only asked for mercy because the boy isn't as arrogant as he appears. Please do not take offense at his demeanor,” Clain said, his voice rising in panic.

“You dare play word games with us? Very well. You shall come with us, and we will play those games in a different setting.”

Ethan sighed. He knew Clain’s clumsy interference had doomed them both to be taken away.

He hadn't anticipated the emissary stepping in at that moment.

“Move out. Bring that man as well.” The guards approached to seize Ethan, but before they could grab him, he stood up on his own and began walking alongside them.

“Ethan, why are they taking us? What is happening?” Clain whispered in horror.

“Tell me, Emissary, did you actually cultivate to reach this rank, or were you just born lucky?” Ethan couldn't resist asking.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I cultivated to reach this level!” he hissed back.

“I find that hard to believe. Regardless, if you had just kept your mouth shut, none of this would be happening,” Ethan muttered.

“You are the subordinate under my charge! How could I just watch them take you?”

“Silence! No more talking. You are going before the court,” a guard barked at them.

General Richard had initially intended to execute any suspect on the spot, but a strange intuition suggested he should bring them to the court instead.

This was Ethan’s doing.

He had analyzed the general’s mental patterns and utilized an anti-pattern skill against him.

Under the subtle influence of this skill, Richard’s internal certainty began to waver. He started to second-guess his own judgment and felt a sudden need for higher authorities to weigh in.

A portal manifested before them, and the group stepped through.

Ethan had influenced the general's mind so thoroughly that the portal was linked directly to a King’s palace.

The Kings were the supreme authorities of this lower realm.

Upon their arrival, they were immediately intercepted by the palace guards.

“Identify yourselves and your purpose.”

These sentries were elite fourth-dimensional beings, some even surpassing Richard in strength.

“I require His Majesty to pass judgment on these suspects. I sense a grave issue here,” Richard explained calmly.

“Let them enter,” a powerful, majestic voice echoed from within the palace.

A small smile played on Ethan’s lips.

The King was his true objective.

Because such beings resided within different folds of space, it would have been nearly impossible for Ethan to reach the upper echelons so quickly otherwise.

This little charade had been necessary.

The guards stood aside. By now, Clain was on the verge of a total breakdown.

He was cursing his luck for ever meeting this troublesome brat.

He was certain his life was over.

The massive palace doors swung open.

A maid, who was herself a fifth-dimensional being, held the door for them.

Inside, a young man sat upon a magnificent throne directly facing the entrance.

He watched their approach with a look of mild amusement.

“So, General, what brings you to my court?” the young man inquired smoothly.

Ethan took the opportunity to scan him.

Once he confirmed that this individual was indeed the true King, he simply waved his hand.

Emissary Clain instantly slumped over, falling into a deep sleep.

“Greetings, King. I’d like to have a private conversation. Would you mind telling these people to get lost?” Ethan said, looking the King straight in the eye.

Richard’s blood boiled with fury at the sheer audacity.

He wanted to tear Ethan apart for daring to address the King with such disrespect.

However, before he could act, the youth on the throne raised a hand.

“Very well. Everyone else, leave us.” A spark of excitement danced in the King's eyes.

He was looking forward to this. He could sense that the person standing before him was a formidable opponent.

An enemy of the organization had finally dared to infiltrate, and they had come straight to him. He couldn't have asked for better entertainment.