My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 380: Velzard Family

The cosmic vacuum was a boundless, freezing tapestry, yet Ethan traversed it with a resolve that flared like a celestial body. He was acutely aware of the fleeting time. Within the murky depths of the inverse world, a predator had picked up his trail. Survival didn't demand greater power; it required him to vanish. To achieve that, the Space Cube had to ascend to the Chaos Rank.

Ethan directed his path toward a planet radiating an aura so potent it vibrated across light-years. This was Aethelgard, a realm where the gravitational pull was so intense that an ordinary person would be pulverized into dust in an instant. It served as a gathering point for the elite, a world where Monarch-level entities were not mere myths but the reigning sovereigns of vast empires.

As Ethan broke through to the planet’s surface, the crushing weight of the atmosphere bore down on him. He promptly stifled his aura, utilizing his command over energy to simulate the presence of a traveler from the 50th dimensional Realm. It was a level of strength sufficient to command respect while remaining common enough to bypass unwanted attention.

Olyndos, the capital, was a breathtaking sight of white marble and hanging gardens. In this city, artifacts that would ignite wars in the lower realms were traded casually at roadside stalls.

For the first few days, Ethan navigated through prestigious treasure houses and clandestine auctions. From the Vault of Eternal Stars to the Pavilion of Infinite Riches, his gaze scrutinized every piece of ore, every relic, and every enchanted artifact.

"Nothing," Ethan spoke softly as he departed from a boutique focused on primordial metals. "There are plenty of Rare and Epic materials, but none possess the essence required for Nini’s advancement. Nini cannot evolve with trash."

He soon identified the core issue. The components he truly sought would never be showcased in public. They were secured within private vaults, protected by ancient seals and sentinels of Monarch-level or higher.

Resting in a tranquil tea house, Ethan studied the city's flow. While infiltrating those treasuries was feasible, it would invite complications he preferred to avoid. He didn't need to use brute force; he needed a legitimate way in.

"I must adopt a role," he mused. "A warrior is viewed as a tool. A strategist is seen as a threat. But a healer is welcomed as a savior."

Healing stood as one of Ethan’s supreme abilities. Through his grasp of laws and Infinite Comprehension, his skills went beyond mending flesh; he could mend the very fabric of existence. Discarding his warrior identity, he took on the alias of a traveling medic known as Dr. Alistair.

He began probing the whispers among the high-ranking nobility. In a domain inhabited by gods and Monarchs, physical illness was a rarity. What was perceived as sickness was typically a curse, a wound inflicted by a forbidden law, or a case of cultivation deviation.

Before long, a specific name began to emerge in every conversation.

The Velzard Family.

The Velzards stood as one of the three foundational families of Aethelgard. Their forefather was a Middle-stage Monarch whose strength could cleave the heavens. Despite this, a shadow of despair hung over the clan.

Their daughter, Seraphina Velzard, was a genius who had attained the peak of the Sector lord realm at a remarkably young age. She represented the family's future. However, six months prior, she had slipped into a mysterious and deep coma. While her life force remained steady, her soul had become unreachable.

The Velzard Ancestor had squandered a fortune recruiting alchemists and divine healers from across the sector. Even other Monarchs had attempted to investigate her soul, yet all arrived at the same verdict.

There was no identifiable cause.

She was simply fading away.

The Velzard estate was a magnificent fortress carved into a glowing mountain. A crowd had gathered at the entrance by the time Ethan arrived. Even with the history of failures, the prize was too great to ignore: a Favor of the Ancestor and entry into the Hall of Origins.

"Out of the way, amateur!" a loud voice boomed.

A man draped in golden robes, wielding a staff that shimmered with holy light, pushed past Ethan. He was a celebrated High Healer from a nearby star system. A trail of others followed him, each wearing their arrogance like a suit of armor.

Ethan observed them in silence, choosing not to interfere. When his turn finally came, he approached the attendants and stated simply, "I am here to see the girl."

The steward eyed Ethan’s modest clothing and let out a sigh. "Another one. Enter and wait in the hall. If the High Healer fails, you might be granted a minute."

Inside, the mood was suffocating. The Velzard Patriarch, whose aura was as heavy as a mountain, paced back and forth. The High Healer stood before a glowing barrier that blocked the way to the inner rooms.

"My Lord Patriarch," the High Healer declared, "I bring the Dew of the Morning Star. If this fails to rouse her, then her soul is truly beyond saving."

He was permitted to enter.

An hour passed before he returned, his face drained of color and his golden robes drenched in sweat. Without a word, he simply shook his head and hurried out.

At that moment, the Patriarch’s self-control snapped.

"Is there no one capable?" he bellowed, his surging energy making the walls tremble. "Must I watch my granddaughter fade into nothingness?"

Ethan stepped into the light. "I would like to try."

The Patriarch’s piercing stare fixed on him. "You? You have no equipment, no assistants, and your aura is barely at the 50th dimensional Realm. Why should I grant you any time?"

"You will see for your self.", Ethan answered with composure.

If they gave him the chance, it was well and good; if they refused, he had no intention of bowing before these weaklings.

A hush fell over the room.

The sheer certainty in Ethan's voice gave the Patriarch pause. After a tense silence, he pointed toward the inner chamber. "Go. But if you are a fraud, you will not leave this mountain alive."

The air in the room was thick with the scent of costly incense and rare medicinal herbs. Seraphina was resting on a bed made of spirit jade. Her beauty was intact, but her skin had become translucent and pale, as if she were being slowly transformed into a marble statue.

Ethan didn't move toward her immediately. He shut his eyes and triggered the Eyes of Existence.

When his eyelids opened, his perception of the world shifted entirely.

The physical room disappeared, replaced by a vision of flowing energy, vibrating laws, and the fundamental architecture of reality.

From the doorway, the Patriarch and the guards watched in awe as Ethan’s eyes took on a haunting silver glow.

Suddenly, Ethan’s breath hitched.

Connected to Seraphina’s chest, right where her heart beat, was an impossible sight: a slender, hazy strand. It was neither brilliant gold nor abyssal black.

It was grey.

"This..." Ethan breathed.

This wasn't a disease.

This wasn't a curse.

The grey strand acted as an anchor. Something from beyond this world, fueled by Entropy, was draining her very essence from existence.

"The Law of Entropy," Ethan realized. "She is not dying. She is being erased."

To any other observer, she seemed to be in a simple coma. They couldn't see the thread because they lacked an understanding of the Inverse. But to Ethan, who had grasped 0.1 percent of that forbidden knowledge, it shone like a flare.

He looked back at the Patriarch, who was watching with a look of desperate yearning.

"I can wake her," Ethan declared. "But in return, I want access to your treasury."

The Patriarch moved closer. "If you can save my granddaughter, the Velzard family will grant you half of our entire collection."

A slight smile touched Ethan’s lips.

He reached out toward the grey strand.

As his fingers made contact, the Law of Entropy within his own mind began to vibrate in resonance.

The thread trembled violently and began to be slowly consumed by him.