My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 377: Inverse world

Ethan found himself unable to comprehend the sight before him.

The humans currently in his view defied all logic.

Every movement they made seemed both clumsy and intentional, their battle groups appearing disorganized yet maintaining a strange cohesion. They engaged in combat with a sense of extreme wariness rather than bravado, moving as if a single misstep would lead to their total destruction. While that was curious, it wasn't what truly disturbed him. The source of his unease was something far more profound.

"Their very foundations are flipped," Ethan whispered to himself.

His focus intensified as his thoughts raced. "Do these people hail from a completely separate plane? Or does a being with enough power to engineer such a species exist within this Eternal Domain?"

The heavy weight of that possibility settled uncomfortably in his mind.

Seeking clarity, Ethan analyzed their combat patterns once more. This time, he triggered the Eyes of Existence—the supreme sensory ability he had unlocked upon reaching the Emperor Realm.

The world shifted instantly beneath his gaze.

Massive mountains were stripped down to structural frameworks of power. The very air turned into a flow of mathematical equations. Light splintered into glowing filaments of authority. Everything in existence bared its fundamental nature, revealing a complex architecture governed by universal laws.

However, these peculiar humans remained an anomaly.

To Ethan’s divine sight, they were not composed of laws at all. They manifested as hazy gray shapes, resembling blemishes upon the fabric of reality. His vision moved straight through them as if they were ghosts—unfinished and lacking definition.

His eyes were incapable of detecting the principles that governed their being.

In theory, such a thing was impossible.

From the smallest ant to a speck of floating dust, everything possessed inherent laws.

"And yet," Ethan murmured, "you are clearly alive."

Boom.

A native human from this realm launched a strike, his sword wreathed in shimmering cosmic energy. Ethan’s gaze snapped toward the point of contact.

The inverse human reacted by lifting a hand. A faint, translucent shield shimmered into life around him, looking fragile and plain.

The sword connected.

The shield burst apart on impact.

The inverse warrior was thrown back, blood erupting from a wound in his chest.

"So, normal laws can indeed harm you," Ethan noted quietly.

Rather than being satisfied, his fascination only grew.

He picked up on a peculiar behavior. Despite having several chances to strike, the inverse humans avoided any form of close-quarters combat. They constantly fell back, changed positions, and utilized long-range techniques—doing everything possible to prevent physical contact.

Ethan’s brow furrowed.

"If that shield is useless against energy-based strikes," he pondered, "what is the point of maintaining it?"

He watched several more skirmishes, his observation becoming more meticulous.

Slowly, a hypothesis began to take shape.

To confirm his theory, Ethan reached down and grabbed a pebble. With a casual flick of his fingers, he sent it whistling toward one of the inverse soldiers. The power behind the throw was negligible. If his guess was accurate, the man would be killed instantly.

Bam.

The pebble hit the shield and came to a dead stop.

It didn't break through, nor did it cause a single crack.

Ethan’s eyes narrowed sharply.

"The barrier is designed to stop physical matter," he realized. "But it has no effect on energy infused with laws."

His expression turned grim. "Why would that be?"

His patience finally reached its limit.

Focusing on a nearby native human, he projected his will, diving straight into the man's soul. The mental invasion was perfect—silent, absolute, and undetected.

The man didn't even flinch.

Five minutes passed in silence.

When Ethan finally withdrew his consciousness, his face was unrecognizably stern.

"My intuition was right," he said under his breath.

These creatures were not born of this universe.

They hailed from a completely alien dimension, a place the locals called the Inverse World.

In them, everything was the polar opposite of his reality.

Their physical forms, their Cultivation, and how they interacted with the world operated on principles that directly contradicted this universe. If a person or object from this world touched them physically, a violent annihilation reaction occurred. Positive and negative existence would clash, deleting equal parts of both entities.

A collision between two beings of equal strength would not result in death, but in total erasure.

Neither would survive.

Most shocking of all was their method of Cultivation: they thrived on entropy.

They did not use cosmic energy.

They utilized entropy—the very force of decay that this universe spent all its power trying to hold back.

Eons ago, a rift in space had formed. A few weak inverse humans had crossed over—timid, cautious, and inquisitive. They began to feed on the world's entropy.

At first, the supreme beings of this universe were overjoyed.

Entropy was a plague that caused aging, rot, and the eventual collapse of all things. Finding beings that could clean it away felt like a gift from the heavens.

They were welcomed with open arms.

More portals opened.

More inverse entities arrived.

The entropy of the world began to drop. The waters grew pure, the mountains became more stable, and the lives of mortals were extended to impossible lengths. The Infinite System began to awaken, preparing for its full manifestation.

It appeared to be a golden age of wonders.

But then, the dark truth surfaced.

The universe could not tolerate such a massive imbalance.

In areas far from the inverse beings, entropy began to build up with terrifying violence, as if shoved there by an invisible hand. Stars began to burn out with explosive speed. Galaxies that should have lasted eons withered in centuries. Large swaths of space fell into sudden heat death, becoming empty voids, while others were torn apart by chaotic energy.

The disparity grew worse every day.

Eventually, the flow of time itself began to fail.

The link between cause and effect became unreliable. Events would echo through time before they even happened. Natural processes that required a steady increase in entropy lost their way. The universe's fundamental timeline began to fray and tear apart.

In certain sectors, history became a closed loop. In others, it shattered into paradoxes that reality was unable to fix.

From the perspective of the universe, the inverse beings were never the cure.

They survived by consuming entropy, but that entropy didn't disappear—it was merely displaced and compressed into corners until the eventual decay became a cataclysm rather than a natural end.

Heat death wasn't being stopped.

It was being accelerated and weaponized by the imbalance they created.

The universe only tolerated them for a short time.

Not out of malice, but because no reality could survive a species that ate the very rules holding matter, time, and causality together.

The supreme powers demanded the inverse people return to their home.

They refused.

And so, a war of existence began.

The inverse beings were weak against the matter and laws of this realm, but this world was just as vulnerable to their alien techniques. Every battle wounded reality itself. Every casualty pushed the balance closer to the edge.

Initially, only their weakest crossed the threshold.

Then, their elite warriors arrived.

Worst of all, their growth rate after arriving was terrifying. What took the local cultivators thousands of years to achieve, the inverse beings mastered in mere years.

This was the origin of the cycle of eternal war.

Ethan stood still as he processed the weight of this history.

To this world, these beings were a toxin.

But to them, this world was a banquet.

They were killable, yet their deaths released massive bursts of entropy back into the system, creating further instability. Often, leaving them alive was the lesser of two evils.

This was why the conflict drained this world far more than it ever affected the Inverse World.

Ethan let out a long breath.

He had often thought a world of opposites might exist. In such a place, cosmic energy would be considered chaos, while entropy would be the foundation of order.

If people from his side could enter that realm, perhaps they too could reach unimaginable heights.

As he was contemplating the possibilities, something strange occurred.

The Creation Lotus inside him began to move.

No, "moving" was an understatement.

It was vibrating with an intense, primal hunger.

It was craving the inverse beings.

"Why are you acting this way?" Ethan wondered, frowning.

Without waiting for an answer, he snapped his fingers.

A void opened beneath one of the inverse humans. The man was instantly swallowed, pulled screaming into the depths of Ethan’s inner world.

He was deposited right beneath the lotus.

Before the captive could even move, massive roots burst from the lotus, impaling him with ease. His very essence was siphoned away in an instant, erased without any struggle.

Ethan watched in amazement.

Then, a wave of warmth washed over him.

A soft, powerful energy flowed from the lotus, integrating perfectly into his body. The feeling was nearly overwhelming. His breath hitched as a deep, instinctual pleasure surged through his veins.

It felt as though a missing piece of his soul had finally been found.

Ethan immediately checked his internal state.

His senses confirmed the change.

One of his cells had undergone an evolution.

It now held five times the energy capacity of his other cells. But the sheer volume of power wasn't the most significant part.

That single cell felt complete.

It was perfect.

It was as if his entire body had been starving for a specific nutrient it had finally received.

"It can't be," Ethan whispered. "Can the Inverse World actually perfect my very existence?"

Before he could dwell on it, the voice of the heavens boomed.

[WORLD ANNOUNCEMENT]

[A Nexus Event has been initiated.]

[Aspirant Ethan Hunt has begun the process of evolving into an unknown superior being.]

[Authority Bestowed: Five percent of the Throne of Destiny.]

The divine authority fused with him instantly. Behind his back, the spectral image of the throne became more solid and tangible.

Throughout the vast realms, the news sent shockwaves.

"Who is this Ethan Hunt?"

"Is he just triggering Nexus Events for fun now?"

Ancient clans began to wake. Shadowy organizations started their search. They had seen countless eras pass, witnessed many heroes and emperors rise. Yet, no one had ever claimed authority as if they were simply scooping water from a vast sea.

In a far-off realm, a stunningly handsome young man began to smile.

"An unknown superior being," he repeated softly. "What a fascinating path of evolution."

He vanished from his spot.

In a heartbeat, he stood before the very wall of reality. Without a moment's pause, he sliced his hand through the void. The barrier of space tore open cleanly.

With a grin, he stepped into the new reality.

He was willing to search through a hundred million worlds if that's what it took.

He would find Ethan.

Had Ethan seen him, his heart would have stopped in shock.

Because by all the laws of the universe, this man possessed power at least four major realms higher than his own.