My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 359: The problem is solved

"But Your Majesty, this person is truly suspicious," Richard remarked, his voice laced with anxiety.

"Oh? Are you suggesting I’m in peril if I remain with him alone?" the young king asked, casting a mocking look toward Richard.

Richard dropped to one knee immediately.

"I would never presume such a thing. Please forgive me, sir. My words were misplaced."

"Then why do you linger? Depart at once. Our guest is becoming uncomfortable due to your unnecessary presence."

Following his command, the room was cleared of everyone.

Now, only Ethan and the king remained in the chamber.

"Greetings, my little friend. Shall we converse? I am genuinely curious about where you found the courage to infiltrate the Golden Dawn organization. Who is backing you? I am dying to find out, so please, do me a favor and speak quickly. I will have to execute you afterward, regardless.

If you delay, the other kings will arrive. They won't be as patient as I am. They will inflict torture upon your soul, your very existence, and everything you hold dear," the young king said, casually eating as he spoke.

As he talked, he began to exert his aura upon Ethan. He wanted to witness the intruder groveling for his pathetic life.

He anticipated the pleasure of killing him.

Ethan remained perfectly still, standing without a word.

The king assumed Ethan was simply too paralyzed by his aura to speak.

He dialed back a fraction of the pressure but kept the weight of his power pinned firmly on the boy.

"Ah! Forgive me. I forgot to consider your limits. Your presence was so faint that I nearly mistook you for an insect."

Ethan merely offered a calm smile. In that moment, a devious plan was forming in his mind. He decided to have a bit of sport with this minor king.

He activated the "Supreme One" physique.

Immediately, a blinding white radiance erupted from his body, enveloping him like a celestial garment.

A crown made of pure light manifested upon his brow.

Six pairs of angelic wings unfurled from his back.

He began to drift slowly into the air, but the transformation didn't stop there.

A staggering aura surged from his form—the aura of an 11th-dimensional being.

However, Ethan added a subtle touch to this display.

Having already analyzed the king's patterns upon arrival, he silently woven a technique to manipulate the man's perception of his aura.

To the king, Ethan’s aura would seem infinite. And in his mind, infinite aura was synonymous with godhood.

Ethan then moved his hand as if grasping an invisible object.

Within his palm, he created a simulation of the Big Bang.

The king watched in shock as an explosion occurred within Ethan's hand, giving birth to a world.

Universes formed and life began to flourish. The entire spectacle felt hauntingly real, as if it were happening in that very moment.

Ethan’s goal was simple: to utterly shatter this arrogant king’s confidence.

Ethan slowly opened his eyes, which were now brimming with luminous energy.

"Little one, I have a few questions. Would you mind answering them?" His voice carried the gentleness of a grandfather, yet his tone was absolute.

He left no room for debate, staring down at the king with cold, emotionless eyes.

His strategy to break the willpower of this 5th-dimensional being was a complete success.

At this moment, the king felt like a speck of dust standing before a supreme deity.

No other thoughts could penetrate his mind.

"It’s over. There is no way our meager plan can succeed against a god," he began to whisper like a madman.

"Indeed, my little friend. Now, tell me, what is the plan?"

Just as the king prepared to speak, a hand emerged from the void, slicing through space like a hot blade through butter.

"My friend. A supreme being such as yourself does not belong in this mortal realm. Why not ascend here so we may speak?"

Ethan heard a confident voice echoing from the rift in space.

Ethan had suppressed the senses of the king, but not others.

Specifically, the entity who had just spoken—a 10th-dimensional being.

Without hesitation, Ethan stepped into the spatial tear.

"My friend, you must be incredibly confident in your prowess. You didn't even pause before entering. I admire your character. Perhaps we could be friends. What do you think?"

Ethan laid eyes on a figure seated upon a throne constructed from the laws of fate and karma.

The man radiated an aura of total composure. Ethan was certain this man, like himself, was merely a clone.

The rift had transported him to a unique dimension.

An endless expanse of water stretched in every direction. The man sat on his throne, hovering five meters above the surface, looking truly regal.

Ethan ascended to the man’s level and gave a casual wave of his hand.

A supreme throne manifested behind him.

This seat was forged from the ultimate law of chaos and the ultimate law of nullity.

Compared to Ethan's throne, which looked like the seat of a grand emperor, the other man’s throne appeared like a lowly minister's chair.

"Let us talk," Ethan said, seating himself calmly.

"Who are you, and what brings you here?" the entity inquired.

"Did you poison the mana?" Ethan asked, ignoring the question.

"Poison? Ah, you refer to the drop of blood I placed in this world?" the man replied with a smirk.

"What was your objective in doing so?"

"Please, my friend, don't play the fool. You know exactly what I'm after. Let us divide the energy. I want no conflict. We can split it 50-50. What do you say?"

Ethan only smiled.

He had identified the culprit, but he was curious about what kind of blood could corrupt the energy of such a massive world.

"Regrettably, we are not destined for friendship. I will not permit the destruction of this world. Therefore, you should simply perish. This world is under my protection."

The man stared at Ethan for a long moment before erupting into laughter.

"Are you serious? Do you have any idea who you are addressing? We are the Golden Dawn organization.

A single sneeze from one of our true members would turn you and this entire world into cosmic dust. Do you honestly believe this minor clone represents the full extent of the power you're facing?" he asked mockingly.

"And for your information, the blood droplet I utilized came from my main body. That should give you a hint of my true strength."

"What is this nonsense? Do you even know the true form of my main body? I could truly erase the Golden Dawn's entire existence. You can bet on it if you wish," Ethan said, meeting the man's gaze with emotionless eyes.

He refused to let anyone act superior in his presence. He was prepared to lie with every breath if it meant maintaining the upper hand in their confrontation.

Seeing the unwavering confidence in Ethan's eyes, the man couldn't distinguish truth from fiction.

The risk was immense. Usually, beings of this caliber did not lie.

Deception could interfere with their comprehension of the source of existence.

He weighed his options. If Ethan spoke the truth, he would be making a disastrous enemy over such a trivial world.

"Are you certain you want to meddle in our affairs? Our upper echelon consists of beings beyond the 60th dimension. Think carefully before you do something you might regret," the man warned coldly.

For some reason, Ethan remained unfazed. No threat seemed to trigger fear in him.

"You have three minutes. Vacate this place, or I will be forced to eliminate all of you."

When the man saw that Ethan remained unmoved even after hearing about the 60th-dimensional rulers, he decided not to push his luck.

"Very well. We shall depart." The man rose, preparing to leave.

"Take your blood droplet with you," Ethan commanded from behind.

The man gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Might I ask which organization you represent?" the man asked before fading away.

"Fate Watchers," Ethan answered nonchalantly.

"I have never heard of them," the man said, confused.

"Do you believe a lower-level existence like yourself has knowledge of every corner of existence?"

"Fine. I shall remember your name. I hope for your sake you aren't lying..."

He vanished, and the realm of water began to dissolve.

Ethan exhaled a sigh of relief. He had truly provoked a high-level villainous organization this time.

"Whatever. I'll let my future self deal with future problems. Right now, I just want to rest, collect my fee, and go."

Ethan vanished and reappeared in the mortal world.

The citizens were in the midst of a festival. Even though they could no longer become maguses, they still trained their bodies to become powerful warriors.

The tradition of duels between masters remained strong.

Today was the highlight of that festival.

Ethan enjoyed some food while watching the combat in the arena.

Boom.

Suddenly, the world's mana began to surge and recover.

"Is this real? Am I dreaming?" Several old maguses, who had been hiding like rats for millennia, broke into tears.

Their very lifeline was returning to them.

"Alright, my task is finished. Hand over my payment," Ethan whispered.

Instantly, fifteen strands of source energy flowed into his body.

"Thank you, sir, for resolving the issue so swiftly. Please accept the extra as a token of gratitude."

"Very well. I won't refuse a gift. But if you encounter another world with similar troubles, tell them to reach out to me." Ethan left his contact information with the world consciousness and vanished.

He was off to find a new world.