My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 368: Court martial

Without a moment's pause, Ethan stepped through the portal.

His three companions followed him into the gateway immediately afterward.

Upon emerging, they found themselves standing within a massive chamber.

The dimensions of the hall were staggering, stretching at least a kilometer in length, five hundred meters across, and reaching a height of fifty meters.

A long desk sat before him, featuring seven distinct seats. The chair positioned in the center was clearly the most magnificent.

However, that was only the beginning.

Numerous projectors lined the room, each displaying various groups of people.

These were the spectators.

Ethan realized he was currently standing in a courtroom. The moment he arrived, the entire area was bathed in brilliant light.

The seven judges materialized in their respective seats.

Ethan observed them with a composed expression. The figure in the middle was a seventy-second dimensional Sovereign, while the remaining six were all Sector Lords.

"Might I inquire why the Supreme Judge is intent on eliminating me?" Ethan asked, his gaze fixed on the panel of judges.

"Your transgressions are numerous. Initially, you abused your power to leave countless individuals without homes. Subsequently, you ignored the Supreme Judge's direct commands. What further justification do you require?" one of the assistant judges, a Sector Lord, questioned him with a freezing tone.

A smile played on Ethan's lips despite the accusation.

"I am merely a fragile individual who happens to be accompanied by a formidable butler. Surely, the minor matter of seizing a planet shouldn't warrant the personal attention of a Sovereign and multiple Sector Lords. It should be beneath your status to even converse with a lowly person like myself.

What is the actual motive? At the very least, inform me of the truth before you execute me," he requested, maintaining his smile.

"Do you imply that we are being biased? A bottom-feeder like you dares to question our judgment?" one of the Sector Lords bellowed at him.

Even they were baffled as to why the Monarch was focusing on this mere insect.

To them, the Monarch was the deity of this realm, and they were merely his divine messengers tasked with executing his will. Nothing else held any significance.

Ethan studied them intently, trying to discern if they were acting of their own volition or merely acting as puppets for another.

He realized almost instantly that they were completely oblivious to the true nature of the situation.

"Fine then. Proceed as you wish." Ethan clasped his hands behind his back, his posture becoming relaxed.

The gathered audience consisted of the various groups of divine followers from the celestial planet he had previously displaced.

The scene was carefully staged; the judges were pretending to deliver justice for these people.

"They could have ended me in an instant, or at least attempted to, yet they are putting on a performance. There must be something preventing them from acting without these restrictions," Ethan mused.

His senses had already swept across this entire world, detecting only a single Emperor-level presence. If his suspicions were correct, that being was the one pulling the strings from the shadows.

What were they so afraid of doing openly? Why was this charade necessary?

Ethan was determined to find out.

"Do you admit to your crimes?" a judge asked, his voice dripping with frost.

"Certainly. I did indeed cause them to lose their home world. You are welcome to punish me." Ethan was curious to see their reaction when they discovered they were powerless against him.

"For such a monstrous crime against other living beings, you deserve nothing but death. I, Remond Ethnic, the Supreme Judge of this realm, hereby sentence you to be executed." The chief judge finally spoke, pronouncing the terminal decree.

The audience erupted in cheers. That villain was finally paying the price for insulting their gods. They waited eagerly to witness his demise.

Shortly after, five figures entered the court to escort Ethan and his followers to their execution.

One guard reached out to seize Ethan’s arm, but his hand halted abruptly just a centimeter away. He was unable to move it an inch further.

Thinking he hadn't applied enough effort, the guard began to pour more strength into his grasp, yet he remained stuck.

"What is the delay? Why are you stalling the proceedings?" their leader demanded, looking visibly annoyed.

He was the head of the Hall of Punishment, a powerful Sector Lord.

Since the target today was of the highest priority, he hoped to impress his superiors by handling the matter flawlessly.

Instead, his subordinate was making him look foolish in front of the high court.

"Sir, I am physically unable to grab him," the subordinate admitted, a strained smile on his face.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" the leader barked at his subordinate.

It was utterly humiliating for a fifty-seventh dimensional being to be unable to restrain a lowly sixth-dimensional ant.

Ethan's smile never wavered.

With a sudden snap of his fingers, a magnificent throne manifested behind him.

He took his seat with effortless grace.

He watched the unfolding chaos as if he were a mere spectator to his own trial.

Both the judges and the audience were left in a state of total shock.

What on earth was happening?

"Move aside, you incompetent fool," the leader snarled, kicking his subordinate away before stepping directly in front of Ethan.

"Who gave you the right to sit in the presence of the Supreme Judge?" he screamed at Ethan.

"Say, Ragnarok, which meal did you find most enjoyable?" Ethan asked Ragnarok, who stood faithfully by his side. He treated the enraged leader as if he were an invisible gnat.

"My lord, the beef cutlet was particularly excellent," Ragnarok answered with a grin.

The leader’s face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and fury.

He was being openly mocked in front of the entire world. He could no longer restrain himself.

"Die!"

He launched a direct strike at Ethan’s head.

He expected to feel the impact of bone and blood, but his hand met nothing of the sort.

It felt as though he had struck the very air itself.

He stared at his fist. It had clearly connected; he could see it resting against Ethan’s head. Yet, Ethan remained completely unharmed.

The observers then noticed a thin, shimmering barrier coating Ethan like a second skin.

The leader's fist had been stopped by this invisible layer.

His eyes widened in shock. This was impossible. He knew the sheer amount of power he had channeled into that blow.

"Rel, what are you doing? Are you trying to make a mockery of the Supreme Judge’s decree?" a junior judge shouted at the leader.

Rel now understood the frustration his subordinate had felt moments ago.

"You bastard, what kind of sorcery is this? Surrender and let me kill you quickly, or I will inflict such agony upon you that you will beg for the end," he could only resort to empty threats.

His gaze then shifted to Ragnarok, who stood there with a perfectly composed demeanor.

Seeing that calm face while he was being humiliated drove Rel into a blind rage.

The lowly butler wasn't even acknowledging his presence.

"Beef cutlet, you say? I actually preferred the curry and rice. The ice cream was quite good as well," Ethan remarked.

He didn't even flinch when Rel struck him.

"Master, I really liked the fried chicken with that special sauce," the cat perched on Ethan’s shoulder suddenly added in a high-pitched voice.

Ethan stroked the cat's shiny fur and smiled, "Is that so? We’ll have to have Noer prepare it for you again."

"As you command, my master. I shall prepare whatever dishes you desire," Noer said with a bow.

This was the first time he was truly witnessing the extent of Ethan’s power.

He knew Ethan was strong, but he had never grasped the true scale of it.

The person attacking Ethan was a Sector Lord, a fact he was well aware of.

"Master is truly beyond all limits," Noer thought, his face filled with deep respect.

Rel stopped talking and lunged directly at Ragnarok. He wanted to see these arrogant fools bleed.

However, his fist failed to connect with Ragnarok as well.

Ragnarok looked at him with pure irritation.

"What is your problem, pest? Can you keep the noise down? Can't you see my lord is in the middle of a significant conversation?"

As a demon, a sense of absolute pride was woven into his very soul.

Ragnarok flicked his hand as if he were brushing away a fly.

Instantly, Rel was reduced to a glob of meat. His very existence was wiped away from every single timeline.

The entire courtroom fell into a deathly silence.

The butler had just swatted the leader of the Hall of Punishment like an annoying insect.

"We have made a grave error. No wonder His Majesty commanded us to finish this task with such urgency," one of the judges whispered, panic creeping into his voice.

"You’re far too impulsive. You killed him like he was nothing. He was only doing what he was told," Ethan said, shaking his head.

He then gave a casual wave of his hand.

In the following instant, the man who had just been erased from reality was suddenly brought back to life.

Remond, the Supreme Judge, stood up abruptly.

His face was pale with absolute terror.

He wasn't stupid; he understood the magnitude of what he had just seen.

This being had just resurrected a Sector Lord whose entire existence had been wiped out seconds prior.

Even as a Sovereign, he couldn't erase someone as thoroughly as that butler had.

Let alone bring them back from nothingness.