My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 373: Ethan escaped

Ethan’s gaze toward the demons was more frigid than the emptiness of the void itself.

They stood before him in orderly files, their thick, suffocating auras distorting the surrounding atmosphere. At first glance, they seemed identical to the ancient demons he had once brought back from extinction. Their horns, scales, and blood-red eyes matched the ancestral blueprints etched into his memory. However, the longer he scrutinized them, the more he sensed a fundamental wrongness.

These were not the same entities.

The ancient demons he had resurrected were relics of a lost age, beings whose lineages had withered over countless eras. While formidable, their power operated under laws he fully grasped. Their instincts, constraints, and paths of Cultivation were all subject to his dominion.

The demons currently facing him were different at their very core.

It was as if their base essence had been rewritten. Their bloodlines vibrated with an alien cadence. Their physical forms reacted to power in ways that defied the natural laws he had established for this world. Even their souls bore the faint, unmistakable mark of an external will.

Ethan narrowed his eyes.

“A force capable of overriding my sovereignty and reshaping an entire race from its genetic foundation,” he whispered. “Intriguing.”

A spark of genuine interest ignited within him.

A subtle yet relentless pressure weighed upon his mind, forcing him into a deeper state of contemplation than usual. This wasn't a malicious force, but rather the sensation of standing before an endless chasm and suddenly perceiving its true depth.

For a fleeting second, Ethan felt the urge to release his restricted power, to extend his senses beyond the world's veil and track down the culprit. The impulse was sharp and visceral.

However, he held back.

Impulsive actions had never been his style.

Furthermore, the adversary had already achieved something far more disturbing. They had pierced the defensive barriers of this world—a system Ethan had constructed using his peak power at the height of his existence.

That realization alone held grim implications.

Either the intruder surpassed him in strength, or they possessed a unique treasure, artifact, or authority capable of circumventing his protections.

Regardless of the reason, Ethan was currently in a precarious position.

“They are likely observing me this very moment,” he reflected with composure. “Perhaps this pressure is meant to force me into self-reflection. To grasp the true essence of life.”

With that thought, Ethan took a step forward.

The demons let out a roar and lunged; they possessed immense power.

Yet, in Ethan’s eyes, it was still not enough.

He engaged the demons in combat.

For the first time in a long era, Ethan fought with true seriousness.

He wasn't desperate, but he was sincere.

And he found enjoyment in it.

As the final demon perished, dissolving into tainted blood and cinders, Ethan let out a slow breath. His face remained impassive, but a faint light flickered in his eyes.

He was now certain.

A stranger had truly infiltrated his game.

And the Lords of this realm were now facing a lethal threat.

“This is my game,” Ethan declared softly, his voice carrying across the devastated battlefield. “No one is permitted to harm my players.”

He reached a conclusion.

He would track down every ancient demon corrupted by this alien force and slaughter them all. With every kill, his strength would swell, allowing him to gradually reclaim the power he had previously sealed away.

Just as he prepared to depart, the world itself began to shudder.

A shimmering screen appeared in front of him.

[Announcement: All Lords are commanded to worship the Queen if they desire to live.]

Ethan read the message in silence.

He slowly shifted his gaze toward the horizon, where the fortress of the Demon King sat like a malignant growth upon the earth.

“So,” he murmured, “my opponent is female.”

His brow furrowed slightly.

“What is her goal? Adoration from mortals? Worship?” He gave a small shake of his head. “Pointless.”

The World of Lords had been stripped of its original intent.

An enemy of this magnitude, one who could challenge or exceed the god of this world, rendered the efforts of mortals meaningless. They would not find growth or resistance; they would simply be extinguished.

How could such fragile creatures offer him insights into life if they were robbed of the opportunity to struggle?

“What is it you want?” Ethan asked aloud, his voice cold and steady.

He was positive she was watching him right now.

A voice echoed inside his head.

“Heh, little bug. Why the rush? I am merely having some fun.”

The voice sounded youthful, airy, and dripping with casual mockery.

Ethan’s lip curled slightly.

“A bug,” he repeated under his breath.

The image of a spoiled noble child formed in his mind—someone born into immense power who crushed everything in their path simply because they could.

“Are you too afraid to show yourself?” Ethan asked with a sneer.

It was a blatant provocation, a simple test of her character.

It was effective.

“Afraid? Of you?” the voice barked, laced with sudden irritation. “Don’t make me laugh. Pay attention, bug. I am Selene Alucard, daughter of Count Alucard of the Genesis Vampire Race from the Origin World.”

Ethan committed the information to memory.

“Genesis Vampire Race. Origin World,” he mused. “Is that the realm I glimpsed beyond the borders of this one?”

Before he could contemplate further, she continued.

“You are nothing but a parasite inhabiting one of my pets in my garden. A somewhat powerful parasite, perhaps, but a parasite nonetheless. You are hurting my pet, so I have come to discipline you.”

Ethan’s pupils shrank.

The infinite universe he had once known, teeming with primordial beings and eternal laws, was just a garden?

And that ancient, primordial entity was merely a pet?

What kind of being viewed infinity as a mere ornament?

The logic was incomprehensible.

For the first time, a sense of genuine doubt clouded Ethan’s mind.

Based on her tone, this foe was not a calculated schemer or a sovereign monarch.

She was a child.

A child born into a lineage so potent that the very fabric of the cosmos warped around her existence.

“How does one handle an overpowered brat?” Ethan wondered.

“Huh?” Selene’s voice rang out again. “Scared now, bug? You’re interesting. I’ve decided—you shall be my slave. I will take excellent care of you.”

Her previous amusement was gone, replaced by raw arrogance and anger at his disrespect.

Her amusement was over.

She intended to capture him, bind him, and torment him at her whim for his insolence.

“Your parents clearly neglected your manners,” Ethan said calmly. “Perhaps I will teach them to you myself one day. But for now, I am departing.”

With those words, he fully unsealed his power.

The world let out a scream.

Infinite laws surged violently. Space buckled, and time warped.

Ethan attempted to teleport past the edges of his own creation.

But he didn't move.

His face darkened.

The space around him was completely locked.

Even with his primordial-grade power fully active, he was unable to move an inch.

“Bug, did I give you leave to go?”

Before he could respond, a massive force gripped him. Reality twisted in a violent blur.

In the blink of an eye, he was standing inside the Demon King’s castle.

A gargantuan throne room bathed in crimson light loomed before him. At its center was the Monarch of Ancient Demons, whose aura had ascended to the level of a progenitor.

Sitting casually on the demon's shoulder was a young girl.

She looked no older than twelve, with silver hair and blood-red eyes that sparkled with cruel joy.

Then, she lifted her hand.

An irresistible force crashed down on Ethan, paralyzing his body entirely.

She was preparing to mark him with a slave seal.

He fought back with every ounce of his strength.

It was futile.

At that moment, something within Ethan’s soul shattered.

He realized that no matter how high he climbed, a stronger existence would always be waiting.

What was the point of it all?

To ascend endlessly, only to remain an ant in the eyes of a superior being?

Yet, as that thought took root, another followed.

Was it not this very sense of inferiority—this eternal ladder of dominance—that drove all life to reach higher?

Existence itself was a never-ending cycle of struggle.

Unless one reached the absolute peak, where no level remained above them, the cycle would never break.

In that moment, Ethan found clarity.

The purpose of his life wasn't balance or observation.

It was dominance.

To become the absolute being who governed all, ensuring no one could ever look down upon him again.

This epiphany completed the final piece of his soul.

Deep inside him, the Locked Infinite Ascension Sutra began to circulate on its own.

But there was no time for triumph.

The slave seal was closing in.

“Let’s die,” Ethan whispered.

Without a second thought, he triggered self-destruction.

He would embrace death a thousand times before accepting the life of a slave.

But before he could detonate, a portal opened beneath his feet.

An infinite portal.

Selene’s expression twisted into a mask of rage.

“An infinite portal? How can such a thing appear here?”

Ethan felt his shackles disintegrate.

Her power was unable to suppress the concept of infinity.

“Farewell, little girl,” Ethan said, a cold smile touching his lips. “I shall pay you a visit one day.”

“You aren't going anywhere!” she shrieked.

Her blood boiled.

“Genesis Blood Domain!”

A crimson reality expanded, rewriting the laws of existence.

Yet, the portal remained open.

Consumed by fury, Selene bit into her finger.

A single droplet of blood flew forward, embedding itself into Ethan’s body.

“The Alucard Mark,” she laughed hysterically. “No matter where you hide, any Alucard in your vicinity will find you. Enjoy your brief freedom. I am coming for you.”

The portal snapped shut.

Ethan vanished from the Primordia World.

His destination was unknown.

However, one thing was certain: the Genesis Vampire Race had earned a terrifying enemy this day.

Though she appeared small, she was anything but. She had lived through countless epochs, and Ethan would not forget this insult.