My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 388: Blue print of the new cultivation system

Ethan Hunt stood upon a silent, desolate world, his gaze fixed on the cosmic vacuum. Like a brand seared into his soul, the memory of those crimson eyes remained etched in his mind. He had participated in their games.

He had ascended their ranks and earned the title of "genius" by their standards. Now, however, the truth was clear to him. He was merely a goldfish trapped in a bowl, placed upon a table in a room he was never intended to discover.

His ambition was no longer just to leap from the bowl. He intended to shatter the glass entirely.

Over the following month, Ethan transformed into a phantom haunting the various realities. He operated with a mechanical, cold efficiency that seemed almost divine. Slipping through the dimensions, he tracked the candidates of the Eternal Domain with the unwavering focus of a predator.

Within thirty days, thousands of realities had been traversed. Two thousand candidates—beings regarded as the absolute summits of their respective worlds—perished by his blade. Their blood, saturated with unique genetic codes and primordial power, was consumed by his Omni-Bloodline.

Eventually, however, the universe—or perhaps the system governing it—began to resist him.

The fabric of space seemed to thicken in his presence. A heavy, crushing pressure weighed on his shoulders, while the vibrant tunnels used for reality travel turned stagnant and gray. The Will of the Eternal Domain had sensed his excessive activity. His hunting had been too frequent and too rapid.

A notification flickered across his field of vision.

[Travel restricted. Cooldown period: 10 days.]

"So, I have finally caught your attention," he whispered.

But the momentum was already unstoppable. Within his body, his Omni-Bloodline was roaring. It had transcended its former constraints, evolving into a swirling sea of infinite potential.

In this month alone, he had amassed over two hundred unique, high-tier bloodlines. He could feel his very cellular structure rearranging itself, transitioning from "life" into something more akin to a fundamental force of nature.

Floating in the void beside him was the Space Cube. The artifact was currently enveloped in a thick, rhythmic cocoon of gold and black energy.

Cracks began to spread across the surface like spider webs, releasing an aroma that hinted at the birth of a new world. It was transitioning into a Chaos Rank Artifact.

Watching the cocoon, Ethan sat cross-legged. He had time. And for the first time, he had no intention of using that time to "level up" according to their expectations.

"If I continue Cultivation through their methods," Ethan mused, "I will only ever be the largest decimal between 1 and 2. I will remain 1.9999999... eternally. I must reach 2. I must become an integer."

Closing his eyes, he began to sketch the blueprint for his own annihilation and subsequent rebirth.

He examined the laws he had already mastered: the Law of Fate, the Law of Karma, and the Law of Space. While these were the ultimate heights of power for any other being, to Ethan, they were now nothing more than shackles.

The laws represented the rules of the house. Mastering the Law of Fate merely made one a master within the house's walls. The architect who built the house had no need for the Law of Fate; they were the ones who dictated the law to begin with.

"I will not be a master of the law," Ethan resolved. "I shall become the void where the law has no meaning."

His strategy was a brilliant display of cosmic contradiction. He would establish a Cultivation system centered on his Infinite Origin Essence, yet it would not grant him "strength" in the usual sense. In the current paradigm, strength was a mere statistic—a measurement of energy output within reality.

Ethan’s proposed system would consist of 3,000 layers.

In every reality and world he had visited, 3,000 fundamental laws acted as the threads holding existence together. These were the bars of the cage.

"Every single day," Ethan whispered, his eyes radiating a terrifying glow, "my system will nullify 0.1% of one law. It will strip away that law’s authority over my being."

It was a grueling, slow process of systematic deletion. He wasn't constructing a palace; he was tunneling beneath the fortress walls.

The logic was flawless. If the "Superior Beings" at point 2 attempted to track him using the Law of Fate, they would find nothing if Ethan had erased that law within his own body. He wouldn't be "hiding" from fate; he simply would not possess a fate to be monitored.

By his calculations, it would take 3 million days—roughly 8,200 years—to completely nullify all 3,000 laws. To a mortal, that was an age. To a being like Ethan, it was a mere heartbeat.

However, there was a catch—a subtle, elegant trap for those observing him.

As he erased 0.1% of a law daily, the "friction" generated by his existence clashing with the universe would produce a side effect. To balance the loss of a cosmic anchor, his system would provide a burst of power equivalent to a level from his new starting point of Cultivation.

This served as the distraction.

To the watchers, it would appear as though he was still accumulating power, still playing their game, and still becoming a "larger decimal." Seeing his strength increase, they would dismiss him as just another ambitious ant. They would fail to see that the very essence of his power was shifting. He wasn't gaining strength; he was gaining Independence.

"And finally," Ethan’s smile turned frigid, "there is the last piece. The Law that does not exist."

He understood he couldn't just be "nothing." To survive beyond the loop, a core was necessary. He required a law that the architects of this reality had never conceived of, or perhaps were too terrified to create.

"The Law of Infinity," he proclaimed.

The infinity he currently inhabited was a "bounded infinity"—the endless numbers squeezed between 1 and 2. His Law of Infinity would be an Unbounded Infinity. It would be a law stating: There is no ceiling, and there are no limits.

He would weave this Law of Infinity into his very marrow, making it the new cornerstone of his 3,000-layer system.

Suddenly, a thunderous CRACK resonated through the void.

Ethan turned his head as the cocoon surrounding the Space Cube shattered.

Instead of the system’s typical golden radiance, a thick, swirling mist of purple-black erupted. It did not light up the void; it consumed the existing light. The cube had vanished. In its stead floated a jagged, small fragment that appeared to be solidified darkness.

[Warning: Chaos Rank Artifact ’Void Heart of the Beginning’ has been birthed.]

[Detection: This artifact exists outside the recorded history of the Eternal Domain.]

[WORLD ANNOUNCEMENT]

[A Nexus Event has been triggered.]

[Aspirant: Ethan Hunt has obtained a chaos rank artifact.]

[Authority Granted: 10 percent of the Throne of Destiny.]

The throne behind him immediately grew more vivid and massive.

Ethan reached out, grasping the fragment. It felt neither hot nor cold.

"Perfect," Ethan remarked. "A tool that does not belong in this world, for a man who is departing it."

"You believe the Throne is the ultimate prize," Ethan thought, rising to his feet as the Chaos Artifact merged into his chest. "But to me, the Throne is nothing more than the exit sign."