My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 395: Creating worlds of fantasy
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The twenty-one generals of the Axiom Dominion realm had arrived at the trial ground, or more accurately, the reality where Ethan was currently located.
However, they did not rush into action immediately.
"The boy possesses a highly dangerous treasure. Our first priority should be to trigger the array so we can seize him the instant he emerges," suggested the general from the Kizuki family. He was the one in charge of this operation.
"Agreed," the others replied in unison.
They quickly began the process of constructing the formation.
Meanwhile, inside the Space Cube—
Ethan remained seated in the profound silence of the Space Cube, yet his internal state was anything but calm.
Within his being, a googolplex of worlds—a quantity so immense it surpassed the linguistic capacity of even the loftiest gods—throbbed in synchronization with his heartbeat.
Every one of these internal realms had grown, expanding until they each possessed the scale and intricacy of his primary inner dimension.
He had transcended the status of a mere Cultivation practitioner or warrior.
He had become the living framework of reality itself.
Yet, as he observed these billions of radiant, vacant spheres, he was struck by a sense of cold perfection.
A universe devoid of life was nothing more than a magnificent stone drifting in the abyss.
"The Progenitor blood..." Ethan murmured, his voice echoing through the various dimensions of his physique.
A secret had been revealed to him from the deep genetic memories of the Progenitor bloodline.
The power of a creator was not calculated solely by their total energy, but by the collective will over which they presided.
If a creator could nurture genuine civilizations—beings that thought, struggled, progressed, and surpassed their own boundaries—the creator could reap a portion of that shared transcendence.
It functioned as a feedback loop of boundless advancement.
Ethan possessed infinite Qi and energy.
He possessed infinite space.
The solitary missing element was the "drama" inherent in life.
"I shall become their God," Ethan resolved, a spark of anticipation lighting up his eyes. "However, I will not rule as a tyrant. I will be the foundation upon which they act out their lives."
He had no interest in crafting mindless automatons.
He wished to reconstruct the tales that had once captivated his mind when he was a mortal man.
He wanted to discover if the "narratives" of heroes and villains were fundamental laws of existence or merely human fantasies.
"Creation," he commanded.
He visualized a world of martial intensity, characterized by golden hair and screams that could shatter the heavens.
"The Dragon Ball Cluster," he whispered.
Within one of his internal dimensions, eighteen individual universes sparked into being.
He wove the laws of ‘Ki’ into the void, establishing it as the primary life force.
He didn’t intend to replicate the story verbatim; he wanted to harness the story's potential.
He established a supreme deity at the summit named Veron, along with a race of serving Angels to oversee the flow of these universes.
He birthed the Saiyan race on a brutal, high-gravity world, the Namekians with their esoteric arts, and the frozen, oppressive Frost Demons.
He did not manifest a Goku.
He did not manifest a Vegeta.
"The roles will be claimed by those who earn them," he mused.
He provided the world with a massive surge of evolutionary power and then withdrew his influence.
He observed as Veron and the Grand Priest assumed their roles, looking out over a quiet, emerging civilization, awaiting the first warrior's cry to disrupt the silence.
Next, he shifted his focus to other spheres.
He birthed a world of limitless seas and supernatural fruits that bestowed terrifying abilities but rendered the user vulnerable to the ocean.
He fashioned the "One Piece World," but rather than a set pirate king, he distributed the "D" initial like a sleeping virus among the commoners, waiting to see who would seize the throne.
Then came the "Naruto World," where he infused the Law of Chakra into the planet’s core, followed by the "Bleach World," where he organized the dimensions of the spirit, establishing a Soul Society and a Hueco Mundo.
Ethan’s creation didn't end with anime.
He reached into the vast collection of web novels he had once read through.
He rebuilt the "Soul Lands," sowing the seeds of Spirit Essence and Spirit Rings.
He constructed the "Perfect World," a realm filled with ancient, feral beasts and profound Cultivation mysteries.
He brought the "Swallowed Star" universe to life, a vast galactic saga of both technological and spiritual evolution.
He even developed the dark, suffocating elegance of the "Shadow Slave" world, including a harrowing Nightmare Spell designed to challenge the mental fortitude of those caught within it.
He populated these realms with the "opportunities" described in those stories.
The concealed grottoes. The mythical manuals. The droplets of divine blood.
However, he intentionally omitted the main characters.
"A protagonist is simply someone fortunate enough to obtain a golden finger," Ethan chuckled.
"I will set the triggers. If a beggar in an alleyway activates a specific chain of events, he receives the ’System.’ If a disgraced noble leaps from a precipice, he discovers the ’Ancient Master’s Ring.’"
He was turning his internal multiverse into a game.
He was launching a massive, unending experiment.
As these billions of realms started to progress through time, accelerated by his personal temporal laws, Ethan experienced a staggering surge in his strength.
It was no longer just raw energy.
It was faith.
It was the combined "intent" of trillions of sentient beings striving to become superior, more powerful, and something greater.
Every time a warrior in his internal "Dragon Ball" world reached a new tier of power, a small portion of that breakthrough echoed back into Ethan’s own Foundation.
When multiplied by billions of worlds, the total effect was horrifying.
His Law of Energy and Law of Entropy started to harmonize.
"Their Master grows stronger as they become more powerful," Ethan whispered.
As the worlds inside him began to flourish, he checked his status.
He observed a young girl in the "Naruto" replica world, born without any talent, who suddenly discovered a hidden scroll he had stashed in a rotten tree.
He saw a slave in the "Soul Lands" replica manifest a dual soul essence that Ethan had created as a whim.
His tedious, lonely Cultivation had vanished.
He was now viewing billions of "stories" at once.
He would witness the rise of heroes.
He would witness the downfall of villains.
He would witness the raw aesthetic of life battling against the odds.
And with every conflict, he became more "Real."
"I am the Origin," he understood. "But they are the Proof."
The twenty-one Axiom Dominion generals were beginning to feel the pressure.
They had been maintaining the Seven Heavens Sealing Array for days, exhausting their own life force into the golden net to ensure that the "Young Master" inside would be annihilated by the weight of seven supreme laws the moment the Space Cube opened.
Inside the cube, Ethan Hunt rose to his feet.
His Law of Energy had reached 5%.
His Law of Entropy had hit 20%.
More crucially, his physical form had been tempered by the collective "will" of his billions of worlds.
He was no longer a solitary entity.
He was a Nexus.
"The ten days are nearly finished," Ethan remarked.
He checked his interface.
[Master: Ethan Hunt
Realm: Emperor (99.1%)
Physique: Origin Paragon
Spirit: Origin Paragon
Talent: Infinite Comprehension
Ability: Creation of All things]
His power had grown immensely during these ten days.
Now, with his Sword of Infinity, he could challenge even an Eternal Sovereign.
He gazed at the boundary of the Space Cube.
He could sense the twenty-one generals waiting outside.
He could perceive their sealing array, their dragon rib swords, and their haughty countenances.
To him, they no longer appeared as daunting masters.
They looked like "NPCs" in a world he had already moved beyond.
"Do they wish to witness the anomaly?" Ethan asked his World Tree.
The Tree, now radiating with the glow of Energy and Entropy, rustled its foliage.
It was famished.
Having watched Ethan create all those worlds, it now desired to consume the "real" power of the Axiom Dominion beings stationed outside.
"Then let us depart," Ethan said.