My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 372: An Unfathomable Entity

Ethan was savoring his brief stint as a mortal. While his followers labored under his command to construct a defensive wall, he sat by the campfire, lost in profound contemplation.

He had become so immersed in playing the "game" that he had momentarily overlooked the "board" itself.

That board was the Primordial Beast, the deity of the realm Ethan inhabited. To Ethan, it served as a mere vessel—a silent host for his ambitious experiment. However, even a god can fail to realize that a vessel is still capable of experiencing agony.

Outside the dimensions Ethan had folded into existence, the Primordial Beast writhed in torment.

Primordia, the World of Lords, was not a product of natural evolution.

Ethan had forged it himself. Since his might rivaled that of the beast, his creation possessed power comparable to the primary world.

The creature found itself unable to govern the laws of this new world. It yearned to obliterate this reality or expel it from its own form, but the spatial fabric surrounding Primordia was firmly under Ethan’s dominion. He would tolerate no distractions during his play.

This suppression, however, triggered a violent backlash. The creature endured agonizing pain throughout its being, yet remained powerless to stop it.

It let out a roar.

The Beast’s cry did not travel through traditional space. Instead, it bypassed physical distance, sending ripples directly through the fabric of reality. It was a mournful shriek of suffering, sounding like a desperate plea for help.

Within the void, a fracture appeared.

The opening was not chaotic; it was surgical and precise, as if reality had been delicately sliced open. A hand emerged from the gap—pale, small, and seemingly delicate. Despite its appearance, it made the world-sized head of the Primordial Beast look tiny. The hand held the creature with a gentleness that felt more chilling than malice, reminiscent of a child cradling a broken bird.

"What has happened to you, my little birdie? Who has dared to hurt you in my garden?"

The voice sounded melodious and almost whimsical, yet it resonated with the undeniable force of absolute sovereignty.

The speaker stepped through the fracture.

She looked like a young girl of about ten years. Her attire was fashioned from the silk of dying stars, the fabric glittering with the light of collapsing constellations.

Suddenly, her eyes turned pitch black as she began to probe the internal world of the primordial entity.

"A world beyond your authority? How curious..."

She inclined her head, letting a lock of silver hair fall over her shoulder. "A resident of your internal world has reached such heights? Yay! I want to play with him."

She let out a giggle.

In response, several nearby nebulae imploded, forming newborn black holes.

"Father is still occupied with his duties outside. I am terribly bored." She folded her hands behind her back, swaying gently on her heels. "Let’s discover what this little insect has constructed."

Without a moment's pause, she entered the creature's inner realm and began her descent into Primordia.

She ignored the complex layered dimensions Ethan had built. She paid no mind to the sovereign seals or the folded barriers. Instead, she simply stepped through the boundaries of reality as if they were nothing more than wet paper.

She set foot in Primordia.

Ethan sensed her arrival first as a faint vibration thrumming through his Ring of the Sovereign’s Command.

His brow twitched. He cast the All-Seeing Eye across the Wasteland of Despair, but everything seemed normal. The Calamity Knight remained at its post. His other servants were continuing their tasks as usual.

Even so, a sense of wrongness lingered.

"Ragnarok," Ethan whispered.

The butler materialized at once, his face unusually pale.

"My Lord," Ragnarok spoke softly. "Something has gained entry to this world. I cannot see its shape, only its shadow. It has bypassed every single ward you established."

Ethan stood up, his gaze sharpening. "That is impossible. My seals are tied directly to my source. Nothing should be able to—"

He stopped abruptly.

The heavens were shifting.

[Warning: System Integrity Compromised.] [Warning: Administrator Authority Overridden by... ’Guest_001’.] [Status: Unknown entity has occupied the Northern Throne.]

Ethan’s heart—the mortal heart he had decided to keep—thudded heavily against his chest.

"The Northern Throne," he muttered. "That seat is reserved for the Demon King. The ultimate antagonist."

The truth hit him with a cold sense of dread.

He was no longer the sole Designer in this world.

Deep within the Demon Continent, inside a cathedral constructed from frozen shrieks, the Monarch of the Ancient Demons sat upon his throne.

The girl stood before him.

Compared to his massive, four-armed stature, she appeared like a speck of dust.

The Demon King raised his colossal mace, his programmed instincts flaring with hatred. "What are you, tiny creature? This is the realm of the—"

She reached out and tapped his knee.

Her eyes shifted to a deep, bloody crimson.

"You are far too noisy," she said, pouting. "From this moment on, you are my plaything. And playthings don't speak unless I give them permission."

A burst of red energy erupted outward.

It was as thick as gore and as crushing as gravity. It didn't just cover the Demon King; it permeated his atoms, his soul, and his very code. It ignored the ultimate antagonist template Ethan had designed and completely rebuilt the creature's essence from the ground up.

The Demon King let out a scream.

His four arms snapped and grew into grotesque shapes. His obsidian skin turned into vibrant, throbbing crimson scales. His level, which Ethan had strictly capped, began to spiral out of control.

150... 300... 600... [ERROR: DATA OVERFLOW]

Across the entire continent, every Ancient Demon fell to the ground at the same time.

They grabbed their heads as their memories were wiped away, replaced by a single, terrifying image burned into their minds.

A smiling young girl.

"My little bug," she whispered, her voice ringing through the hive-mind she had just claimed. "Please make sure to entertain me well."

The demons stood back up.

They were no longer mere antagonists in a survival game.

They had become Apostles of the Red Queen.

Their strength exploded to levels that could transform the World of Lords into a literal slaughterhouse.

Suddenly, the Caretaker appeared before Ethan as well.

"My lord," he spoke in a panicked tone.

"Speak," Ethan commanded, his eyes fixed on the horizon. Ragnarok remained faithfully at his side.

"The System's backend is in total disarray," the Caretaker rasped. "The Ancient Demon race has undergone a Forced Evolution. Their data streams no longer match my records. Their level of coordination has surpassed all behavioral logic. They are no longer waiting for the Expansion Phase."

He paused, then added in a whisper, "They have begun hunting on their own."

Ethan frowned. "Hunting? The Beginner Protection should still be active for seventy-two hours, shouldn't it?"

"It is," the Caretaker answered quickly, "but they have surrounded every territory. Anyone who steps even an inch past the blue boundary is killed instantly.

They aren't gathering resources. They are baiting the Lords. And, My Lord... the Demon King’s throne. I can no longer see it. My administrative access has been blocked there."

Ethan’s heart beat in a strange, erratic pattern.

For a being who had attained ninety-nine percent understanding of the Source of Existence and held power equal to a primordial entity, being blind within his own creation was a feeling he hadn't known since his first ascent.

"I will go and see for myself," Ethan said with forced calm.

Ethan stepped beyond the glowing blue border of his land.

The moment his foot touched the neutral soil of the Wasteland of Despair, the temperature didn't just drop—it vanished. The cold was replaced by a void that pricked his senses like a thousand needles of ice.

He stopped in his tracks.

Something is watching me.

It wasn't the gaze of a hunter, nor even that of a god. It felt as though it was coming from within his own mind, a suffocating presence wrapped tightly around his soul.

Yet, when Ethan projected his divine perception, he found nothing but thin air and jagged obsidian towers.

"Who is there?" he whispered.

There was no reply. Only the wind remained, whistling low and mocking through the stones.

Ethan tightened his hold on the obsidian shard he used as a weapon. For the first time, a real shiver ran down his spine.

The Source within him, usually as calm as a vast ocean, began to churn as a silent warning.

"Very well," he growled, his eyes turning cold. "If you refuse to show yourself, I will force you out by spilling the blood of these puppets you've made. This is my world; no one interferes in my game."

Ethan moved toward the Ashen Forest, a desolate stretch of petrified trees that acted as a buffer between the Wasteland and the Demon Continent. This was where the Ancient Demon scouts had started to congregate.

The Calamity Knight followed behind him.

The forest met them with an eerie, absolute silence.

Suddenly, the ground burst open.

Three demons lunged from the ashen earth. They bore no resemblance to the scouts Ethan had previously encountered. These were Apostle Vanguards. Their bodies were plated in crimson chitin, and their eyes burned with a focused, wild insanity.

"Die, intruder!" they screamed in perfect unison.

The Calamity Knight charged, its abyssal halberd swinging in a dark arc. Under any other circumstances, the knight would have wiped out such enemies with a single strike.

The demons didn't flinch.

One caught the halberd with its bare hand. Chitin clashed against abyssal steel. A second demon moved in a red blur, appearing behind the Knight. A blade of bone thrust forward, piercing through the abyssal armor.

CRACK.

The Calamity Knight disintegrated into fragments of grey light.

It hadn't just been beaten.

It had been completely erased.

[Warning: Subordinate ’Calamity Knight’ permanently destroyed.]

Ethan’s eyes widened in shock. "Permanently? In a Level 1 Zone?"