My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 396: Battle
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Ethan Hunt stepped out into the trial ground’s void, his boots making contact with the invisible floor of reality.
The atmosphere grew heavy instantly, feeling much like liquid lead.
A colossal golden net, shimmering with the concentrated power of seven supreme laws, descended toward him.
This was the Seven Heavens Sealing Array.
It was a formation designed specifically to seal the pores of a god and halt the blood flow of a titan.
Ethan came to a halt.
He gazed up at the golden geometric patterns pressing down from above.
"Ah! What is this!" Ethan screamed, his voice cracking with a perfectly executed pitch of terror.
"I... I can’t feel my strength! My supreme power is being restrained! What is going on?"
He recoiled, his knees knocking together in apparent fright.
He even forced a few beads of sweat to appear on his forehead.
Internally, however, he was preoccupied with something far more entertaining.
He was observing his internal worlds, watching a small civilization of "Frost Demons" discover fire while they attempted to slay their perceived nemesis.
High above, twenty-one figures began to emerge from the hidden folds of space.
These were the generals of the Axiom Dominion.
They were clad in majestic armor forged from dragon bone and starlight.
"Hahaha! The fish is caught in the net!" one shouted, his laughter booming like a thunderclap.
Ethan glanced around frantically, his eyes wide with feigned panic.
"Who is there? Come out! Or else... or else I’ll use my ultimate treasure ray on you!"
His voice continued to tremble.
Had there been a camera nearby, Ethan’s performance would have surely earned him an award.
He played the part of a lucky brat perfectly—someone who had stumbled upon a weapon beyond his understanding and was now realizing he was out of his league.
"Oh my! The little anomaly is angry. I am so afraid," the Kizuki general mocked as he stepped forward.
He was the leader, a man possessing eyes that burned like cold blue suns.
His derision was short-lived.
His expression quickly shifted into a mask of pure, unadulterated hatred.
"How dare you harm our Supreme Elder? How dare you slay our heir? You are a stain on the fabric of reality. Even a hundred deaths would not suffice to pay for your crimes. Now, die!"
The remaining twenty generals stepped forward in unison.
Their combined auras created a crushing weight.
Under the immense pressure of twenty-one Axiom-level beings, the space surrounding Ethan began to fracture.
"Wait! Let’s talk! Shall we?" Ethan pleaded, waving his hands frantically like a cornered villain from a cheap novel.
"Don’t you want to know the secret of my treasure? The one that wounded your Supreme Elder? Think about it! If you possess it, you could seize power! You could rule your families! Why kill me and return the treasure to the Elders?"
The generals hesitated for a brief moment.
Greed flickered within their eyes.
However, the Kizuki general spat on the ground in disgust.
"Do you think you can persuade us with your pathetic excuses? Once you are dead, the treasure will be ours anyway. Now, die!"
Ethan stopped shaking immediately.
He straightened his posture and exhaled a long, bored sigh.
The look of "terror" vanished instantly, replaced by a mild, polite smile.
"Well," Ethan remarked, his voice now deep and steady.
"I tried to play the ’protagonist in distress.’ It’s not as fun as I thought it would be."
He gave a casual wave of his hand.
In a flash of light, a man materialized in front of him.
The newcomer wore a bright orange martial arts outfit.
He was heavily muscled, with spiky black hair that defied the laws of gravity.
The man looked around, blinking in confusion.
"Huh? Where am I?" the man asked.
He patted his stomach and turned toward Ethan.
"Hey, friend. Can you tell me where this place is? I was just about to have lunch with my friends."
"I summoned you here," Ethan replied with a faint smile.
"See those twenty-one people up there? They are very strong. Do you want to fight them?"
The man’s gaze sharpened instantly.
A massive, toothy grin spread across his face.
"Did you just say strong? Hell yeah! I’m going to fight!"
This was Ethan’s creation—a perfect replica of the legendary warrior from the "Dragon Ball Cluster."
He possessed all the memories, the personality, and the insatiable hunger for battle of the original.
The warrior, whom Ethan called "Goku" for the sake of the narrative, turned his head to face the generals.
Goku looked toward the 21 generals.
Pop.
Suddenly, Goku’s head exploded into a mist of red energy.
His body collapsed to the floor.
Ethan blinked.
"Oops! I forgot. He’s just a third-dimensional being right now. It’s blasphemy for a mortal to gaze upon an Axiom God without protection."
To these generals, they represented the peak of existence.
A mortal looking at them was akin to an ant trying to stare at the sun—it simply erased them from reality.
Ethan snapped his fingers.
Goku was restored instantly, though this time, a thin veil of Origin energy served as his protection.
Goku gasped, clutching his head in shock.
"Whoa! What kind of beings are they? I didn’t even see them move and I... I died?"
"They are even stronger than the Gods of Destruction. I can’t even sense their power, but my sixth sense is screaming about mortal danger!"
He looked at Ethan, his excitement now tempered by a healthy dose of awe.
"They are awesome!"
"They are gods," Ethan explained.
"They are even more powerful than the angels you know. Do you want to fight them? I can give you the power to stand on their level if you wish."
"Can you really? Please! I want to fight them!" Goku shouted, ignoring the fact that he was speaking to a being who could recreate his life with a mere thought.
"Great. Then be prepared. You can go all out," Ethan said.
Ethan snapped his fingers once more.
A golden pillar of light erupted from Goku.
His power level began to skyrocket at a speed that defied all logic.
He shattered through the Primordial level in a millisecond.
Then he bypassed the Genesis realm.
Finally, his aura stabilized at the Axiom Dominion realm.
His hair flickered, transforming into a deep, shimmering silver.
His eyes became like polished mirrors.
"What is... this power?" Goku whispered, clenching his fists.
The simple act of closing his hand caused the surrounding space to shatter.
"Go all out," Ethan commanded.
Ethan then activated his Ultimate Domain.
In an instant, the trial ground was replaced.
The grey void vanished.
In its place appeared a massive, infinite arena floating in a sea of white light.
This space was entirely isolated from the rest of reality.
No one could see inside, and no one could leave.
Ethan manifested a throne composed of swirling black and white energy—the colors of Energy and Entropy.
He sat down, propping his chin on his hand.
The twenty-one generals were forcefully pulled into the arena.
They landed hard, their golden array shattered like cheap glass.
"Where is this? What happened to the trial ground?" the Kizuki general yelled, looking around in a panic.
"Welcome to my world, little generals," Ethan’s voice echoed from the throne.
"Now, I am giving you an opportunity. Defeat my champion, and you will get a chance to survive."
As he spoke, Ethan stopped hiding his true self.
A horrendous, apocalyptic Origin Paragon level aura burst from him.
It wasn’t merely power; it was the weight of a googolplex of universes pressing down on their souls.
The generals collapsed to their knees.
Their armor cracked under the strain.
Their pride turned to ash.
"We are... we are dead," one general whispered, his eyes leaking blood.
"He is on the same level as the Supreme Elder. Who the fuck said he used a treasure to hurt the Elder? He is the treasure!"
"Why didn’t the will stop him?" another wailed.
"If he’s this strong, he shouldn’t be allowed in here! It’s not fair!"
They were in a state of total despair.
They had come to hunt a rabbit and found a Primordial Dragon waiting for them.
"Fight him, and you might get out," Ethan said, his voice cold.
Inside Ethan’s inner dimension, the World Tree rustled its leaves impatiently.
"But Master... I want to eat them now. They look so tasty."
"Be patient," Ethan whispered back.
"They won’t be a match for him anyway. Let’s watch the show first. I need to see how the ’narrative’ handles a god-level battle."
The generals looked at Goku.
Goku stood there, bouncing on the balls of his feet and shadow-boxing the air.
He appeared foolish, simple, and eager.
"Alright," the Kizuki general said, standing up and drawing his sword.
He felt a tiny spark of hope.
"We will fight. He might have the power, but he looks like a child. We have millions of years of combat experience."
"One rule," Ethan added, his eyes twinkling.
"One at a time. I want to see every technique you have."
The Kizuki general stepped forward.
"I will go first. I am the head of the Kizuki family’s martial arm. I will show this ’champion’ what a true Axiom being can do!"
Goku took a fighting stance, his silver hair glowing brilliantly.
"Wow! You look really strong! Don’t hold back, okay?"
Ethan leaned back on his throne.
"Begin."