My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 369: Returning to the mortal life again

Ethan had resurrected the leader for a simple reason: he wanted to demonstrate that he was on an entirely different level. His goal was to provoke them into summoning their actual commander or the true mastermind behind the scenes.

Even if they refused to comply, he possessed more than enough time to toy with them at his leisure.

"Well, Supreme Judge, I am waiting for my punishment," Ethan remarked, his eyes locking onto the judge with a faint grin.

That smile appeared so innocent, reminiscent of a father looking upon his child with affection. On his peerlessly handsome face, the expression seemed incredibly kind.

However, to the judges, that very smile felt like a funeral bell tolling for their lives.

"Your Majesty, why on earth did you send us to our deaths? You sent us to confront an enemy that even you cannot handle," they screamed internally, though no tears would fall.

"Call your monarch," Ethan commanded in a gentle voice.

"As you wish, my lord. His Majesty is already approaching," they replied in unison, dropping to their knees.

Ethan shifted his gaze toward the secret realm where an Emperor realm being was currently in seclusion. At that moment, the entity was also observing the situation, but Ethan had already obscured his perception.

Consequently, the being remained completely ignorant of the events unfolding in the court.

Before long, a crushing aura descended upon the hall.

The emperor had decided to personally intervene to investigate the disturbance.

Upon his arrival, he discovered the intruder sitting leisurely on a throne, while every single one of his subordinates knelt before him in submission.

Witnessing this sight, a wave of fury washed over him, and he teleported instantly to stand before the Supreme Judge.

Bam!

A strike so powerful landed that the judge was killed instantly.

"How dare you bow before such a lowly creature?" he bellowed at his men.

He then turned his attention to Ethan, preparing to unleash a torrent of insults, but Ragnarok intercepted him before he could speak a word.

The monarch didn't even register Ragnarok’s movement. His eyes bulged as he realized something fundamentally wrong had occurred.

He had been unable to track the butler’s speed at all.

Unfortunately, his mental processing was far slower than Ragnarok’s striking speed.

Baam!

Ragnarok delivered a slap so violent that the monarch felt three teeth fly from his mouth.

An entity such as himself, who had long ago surpassed the limitations of the mortal body and the cycle of life and death, was suddenly overwhelmed by pain and grief for his lost teeth.

Before he could even process the shock, another blow struck his opposite cheek.

"How impudent. You dare to raise your voice in the presence of my lord? Keep that foul mouth of yours closed," Ragnarok hissed with cold disdain.

He was relishing every second of this encounter.

The ancient demon race had been wiped out by these very monarchs.

Once, they had a monarch of their own and an entire world that belonged solely to them.

They never had to venture elsewhere to seek Cultivation resources, as their land was overflowing with spiritual blessings.

However, their world was eventually discovered by a monarch from another race.

The leader of the ancient demon race had welcomed the stranger with open arms and hospitality.

But the visitor grew envious and greedy upon seeing their vast wealth.

He conspired with several other monarchs and orchestrated a cowardly ambush.

Following the death of their leader, the ancient demon race was left without a home.

Driven by survival, they were forced into a path of darkness, only to be eventually hunted to extinction by those self-proclaimed righteous heroes.

Because of this history, a deep-seated rage had been festering in Ragnarok’s heart for ages.

He never dreamed he would one day possess such power that monarchs—beings worshipped as gods by their respective races—would be reduced to helpless children before him.

Ragnarok continued to rain slaps down upon the monarch to his heart's content.

Ethan made no move to intervene; he was quite enjoying the spectacle himself.

An hour passed.

Eventually, Ragnarok ceased his assault.

By then, the monarch had been beaten into a state beyond recognition.

Ethan was momentarily speechless. Ragnarok had truly given the man a brutal thrashing.

"Forgive me, my lord. I lost myself in the moment," Ragnarok apologized, surprised by his own intensity.

Ethan rose from the throne and approached the fallen monarch.

"Why don't you summon your master?" Ethan suggested as he mended the man's wounds.

The monarch began to shake uncontrollably.

Now that Ethan was standing right there, and as he felt the Qi used to heal him, the monarch realized this man’s aura was boundless, much like his own master’s.

He was completely unable to gauge the limits of Ethan’s strength.

In reality, every monarch of this realm served that Emperor class entity.

"Y-yes. I will notify my master at once."

Ethan returned to his seat.

He stared toward the hidden realm, curious to see how the entity would react to the report.

Just as expected, the moment the news reached him, the entity's expression shifted drastically.

Ethan anticipated a direct confrontation, especially given the aggressive aura the man was emitting.

To his utter confusion, however, the man turned and began sprinting in the opposite direction.

Ethan’s brow furrowed. "What is this? He’s fleeing without even trying to fight? How did someone with such a weak spine reach this level of power?"

Ethan couldn't allow him to vanish; he required information.

...

Within the secret realm, the entity listened to his servant’s report, his face turning pale with sheer terror.

His greatest nightmare had manifested.

The guardian had finally come for him.

That was the only being in existence he truly dreaded.

Though he had never met the guardian face-to-face, he had felt that presence before.

It was a presence of supreme power, yet it lacked any detectable Cultivation base.

Through countless divinations and calculations, he had come to a grim realization.

Should he ever attempt to overthrow the world, the world would manifest a being specifically to crush him.

Having simulated billions of timelines where he attacked, the outcome was always the same.

Absolute failure.

In this entire world, only that specific entity had the capacity to destroy him.

For this reason, he had spent eons in hiding, never daring to make a move.

He waited and plotted, building his forces to increase his slim chances of success.

But today, the description provided by his subordinate matched the power he had sensed ages ago perfectly.

The pieces of the puzzle fell into place instantly.

That was why he fled.

He was not prepared to face the mysterious guardian.

He had long ago established a hidden spatial pocket designed specifically for an emergency escape.

With a swift motion, he tore through space and stepped into his secret sanctuary.

"Phew. I am safe now. The guardian won't find me here. I’ll stay hidden until I complete my insights and ascend to the realm of a god," he whispered, exhaling in relief.

But as he turned to sit, his soul nearly fled his body in fright.

A man was already lounging on his sofa, casually snacking on an apple.

The stranger wore a kind, paternal smile.

...

Ethan studied the man with genuine curiosity. He really couldn't grasp why the fellow had bolted like that.

"Hey there. Is something wrong?" Ethan asked, maintaining his relaxed grin.

The man collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud.

His eyes were clouded with total hopelessness.

"Why? How did you...?" he stammered, sounding like a broken man.

"Relax, I won't hurt you. But I am curious—why did you run away?" Ethan asked again after finishing his snack.

The man remained paralyzed by his own despair, unable to find his voice.

Ethan flicked his wrist.

A chair materialized behind the man.

Only then did the entity snap back to reality, dropping to his knees in a conscious act of submission.

"My lord, please have mercy. I swear I will never try to rebel against the world again."

It was a perfect example of the guilty fleeing when no one was even chasing them.

Ethan hadn't even pursued him, yet the man had already blurted out his secret plans.

"So, you had designs on world domination. Quite the ambition. But why did you flee the moment you heard about me?" Ethan inquired.

The man then recounted his entire history and fears.

After hearing the tale, Ethan looked at him with a hint of mockery.

How could such a cowardly individual become so strong?

The "guardian" he spoke of was actually Ethan’s former self.

Ethan had once viewed that guardian as a rival, yet his past self had never even been aware of this man's existence.

"Fine. From this day forward, you are my servant. You shall serve as my personal farmer."

Ethan decided it was time to head back to the third dimension of the Origin Dimension, where his journey had originally commenced.

Currently, his understanding of the Source of Existence was stalled at ninety-nine percent, and his system was in a state of hibernation.

As a result, his progress had hit a temporary ceiling.

He needed to grasp the fundamental essence of life to achieve that final one percent.

To do that, living as a mortal seemed like the most effective path.

While he could explore the infinite expanse beyond this creature’s body, he wasn't quite ready for that leap.

He needed his system to wake up and regain its strength before he ventured into the vast unknown.