My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 391: Pure Carnage

The fabric of reality fractured like shattered glass. Following the announcement from the Eternal Domain, Ethan Hunt had been transformed into a beacon of celestial radiance, visible from the furthest reaches of the cosmos.

To the thousands of assembled candidates, Ethan was no longer merely a man; he was a living treasury, a golden path leading directly to the throne.

The initial wave of attackers plummeted from the sky like falling stars.

These were no standard combatants. They were the anomalies of their respective worlds—men and women who had defied death, utilized systems, and inherited bloodlines that elevated them to godhood among their own kin.

A warrior with hair of white flame descended from the firmament, gripping a spear that vibrated with the catastrophic power of a dying sun. To his left, a woman cloaked in shadows glided through the air, her gaze burning with a forbidden ocular talent capable of dissolving the soul of anyone she beheld. Behind them, hundreds more arrived, weaving a net of killing intent that stretched across hundreds of miles.

"Ethan Hunt!" the fire-haired spearman bellowed. "Your path ends at this moment. You are but a single man standing against the chosen of the entire universe!"

Ethan remained motionless.

He stood at the heart of a desolate wasteland, his arms hanging relaxed at his sides. He didn’t even reach for the Sword of Infinity. Instead, a faint, nearly indifferent smile touched his lips.

"Is that right?" Ethan murmured softly. "Then come. Demonstrate to me exactly what the 'chosen' are capable of."

The sky erupted in violence.

The spearman struck first. His weapon tore through the dimensions, generating a vacuum that pulled distant mountains toward its point. It slammed directly into Ethan’s chest with enough concentrated force to demolish a universe.

BOOM!

A massive shockwave leveled the ground for fifty miles in every direction. The scene was swallowed by a haze of dust and fire.

However, the woman with the shadow eyes did not relent. She cast a swarm of black needles, each a condensed curse derived from the Void.

"Piercing Soul Rain!" she shrieked.

Thousands of dark projectiles plunged into the roiling dust cloud.

Another contender, a behemoth standing ten meters tall with skin as hard as indestructible diamond, leaped into the heavens and came crashing down on Ethan’s position. He began to batter the earth with fists that carried the weight of moons. The ground groaned and turned to liquid under the sheer pressure of his assault.

From the periphery, mages and psychics unleashed a barrage of every law in their repertoire.

Law of Disintegration.

Law of Absolute Zero.

Law of Divine Retribution.

The onslaught continued unabated for ten minutes. The earth where Ethan had stood was transformed into a glowing crater of molten lava and turbulent energy. The candidates finally halted, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they scanned the ruins for a corpse.

"He’s finished," the spearman panted, wiping the perspiration from his forehead. "Nobody could endure that. Even a Progenitor would be—"

"Warm enough?"

The voice was composed, sharp, and terrifyingly near.

The dust was instantly suppressed by an invisible weight. Ethan stood in the center of the pit. His attire was pristine, and not a single hair was out of place. He maintained that same, tranquil smile.

The spearman’s mouth hung open in shock. "Impossible... I struck you with a Sun-Rank attack..."

Ethan glanced down at the spot on his chest where the spear had connected, then looked back at the gathered thousands.

"Is that the extent of it? You have exhausted your finest techniques. You have shown me your talents, your systems, and your arrogance."

Ethan took a solitary step forward.

The earth beneath his feet did not break; it sank, as if bowing in submission to its master.

"Are you done with the warm-up?" Ethan’s eyes suddenly transformed, his pupils radiating with a dark, infinite intensity. "Shall we begin?"

He did not draw his weapon. He did not even adopt a combat stance.

He simply vanished.

The man with the fire spear didn't have time to blink before Ethan materialized directly in front of him. This wasn't teleportation; it was movement so rapid that time itself failed to track the distance.

Ethan reached out with a relaxed, open palm and seized the man’s face.

BANG.

Ethan slammed the spearman into the earth. The impact was so focused that the man didn't just strike the ground; he was integrated into it. A crater three miles wide erupted instantly, and the "Chosen" warrior was reduced to nothing but golden blood and shattered armor.

Ethan didn't pause to observe the carnage.

He blurred again.

The woman with the shadow eyes sensed his approach. Screaming, she triggered her most potent ocular technique—a beam of light designed to erase the soul.

Ethan didn't bother to dodge.

He walked through the beam as if passing through a light fog. He appeared behind her and pressed a single finger into her spine.

"Weak," he whispered.

The woman’s frame went rigid, her nervous system overwhelmed by Ethan’s raw power. She plummeted from the sky like a bird with broken wings, her soul shattered before she even struck the ground.

"Kill him! All of you, strike together!" the diamond giant bellowed, charging forward alongside a dozen other physical-type candidates.

Ethan didn't bother using a technique.

He simply began walking through their ranks.

He intercepted the diamond giant’s massive fist with his left hand. With a minor twist of his wrist, the "indestructible" diamond limb broke into a million pieces. The giant’s scream was cut short as Ethan’s right hand buried itself in the behemoth's torso.

The blow didn't just penetrate the giant; the resulting shockwave burst through his back and traveled for a hundred miles, carving a massive canyon through a distant mountain range. The giant’s internal organs were pulverized instantly.

Ethan spun in the air, his grace as fluid as flowing water.

A candidate possessing the "Speed God" system attempted a flank, moving at ten times the speed of thought. To the observers, the Speed God was a blur of invisibility. To Ethan, he was crawling.

Ethan reached out and snagged the Speed God by the throat as he raced past.

"You are moving too fast," Ethan remarked. "You ought to rest."

He swung the speedster like a toy and hurled him into a group of approaching sword-masters. The impact sounded like dual claps of thunder. Bodies were sent flying in every direction, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles.

The battlefield turned into a scene of absolute, cinematic devastation.

Ethan was a specter of white and gold, flickering across the terrain.

CRACK.

He broke the neck of a dragon-blooded fighter with a careless backhand.

BOOM.

He kicked a candidate wielding a divine shield; the shield didn't just fracture, it detonated, the resulting shrapnel shredding the nearby warriors.

Every movement Ethan made resulted in a death. There was no struggle. There was no "back and forth." It was simply a man walking through a field of dry grass with a flaming torch.

A candidate with a "Healer System" attempted to revive his fallen allies in the rear.

Ethan appeared above him.

He didn't strike.

He simply landed.

The pressure of his descent crushed the healer and everyone within a thousand feet into flat remnants of flesh.

The survivors, those who had kept their distance, began to shudder. The greed that once filled their eyes was replaced by a freezing, paralyzing dread. They finally grasped the truth. The Eternal Domain hadn't provided them an opportunity for power; it had delivered them to a slaughterhouse.

"He’s a monster..." a young man whispered, his blade slipping from his trembling grasp. "He isn't a candidate. He’s... he’s something else entirely."

Ethan came to a halt.

He stood atop a mountain of shattered divine weapons and cooling corpses. He gazed at the remaining thousands. His hands remained spotless. Not a single drop of blood marked his skin. His infinite origin sea surged with so much energy that he wasn't even winded.

He looked toward the heavens, at the invisible will of the Eternal Domain that observed the scene.

"You sent these children to their deaths just to gauge my strength?" Ethan’s voice resonated to the very edges of reality.

He slowly reached over his shoulder and took hold of the hilt of the Sword of Infinity.

"Very well. Since you desire a performance, I shall provide one."

As he unsheathed the blade, the sky didn't merely turn dark; it disappeared. The stars were extinguished. The very laws of physics stopped functioning.

The remaining candidates felt their legs give way. The mere sight of the bared sword caused their bloodlines to revolt. Those with systems heard nothing but the roar of screaming static in their minds.

"I have yet to employ a single law," Ethan declared, his voice vibrating through their very marrow. "I have used nothing but my bare hands. Now, I will demonstrate what occurs when the Progenitor of the Human Race decides to conclude a conversation."

He raised the sword. The blade wasn't aimed at the candidates. It pointed toward the horizon.

"Eternal Slash: Null."

He swung the sword in one simple, horizontal motion.

There was no sound. No blast.

A line of pure white light manifested, stretching from one side of the planet to the other. For a fleeting second, everything touched by that line ceased to exist. The mountains, the clouds, and the thousands of "protagonists" who had come to hunt him were gone.

When the radiance subsided, the landscape had been completely rewritten. A perfectly level plane extended as far as the eye could reach. The thousands of candidates had vanished. No remains, no blood, no dust. Just... emptiness.

Ethan sheathed his sword with a sharp, final click.