My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 399: End of the trial

A hundred million clones, alongside the original Ethan, erupted with their auras simultaneously.

This wasn't merely a shockwave.

It was a tangible, physical weight that squeezed the very breath from every candidate present.

The pressure reached such an immense level that the bodies of weaker candidates simply imploded, disintegrating into clouds of crimson mist in an instant.

The more resilient ones were forced to their knees, their bones buckling and snapping under the crushing gravity produced by a hundred million Origin Paragons.

All mocking laughter died away.

In its wake remained a silence so profound it felt as heavy as lead.

"The Will informed you that I was an anomaly," Ethan remarked, stepping calmly through the air.

The candidates blocking his path were shoved aside by the sheer force of his presence.

"However, it failed to explain what that truly meant."

"It meant that I am the final chapter of your story."

The carnage that ensued could not be described as a battle.

A battle implies a contest where both sides possess a chance at victory.

This was a harvest.

Ethan offered no second chances.

He had no interest in listening to their desperate pleas or hollow excuses.

He moved through their ranks like a reaper cutting through ripe wheat.

Every clone executed a single, flawless strike.

A hundred million blades swung in perfect synchronization.

The void was stained red.

The so-called "protagonists," individuals who had survived countless tribulations and trials, were wiped out as if they were nothing more than ink brushed off a page.

Their "unbeatable" secret techniques were swatted away like mere cobwebs.

Ethan walked through the heart of the slaughter with an expressionless face.

He took no pleasure in this act.

Yet, he felt no remorse either.

They had arrived to slay him for the sake of a prize.

They had staked their very souls on a gamble.

And they had lost.

As each candidate perished, a thread of golden radiance ascended from their remains.

These were the Supreme Bloodlines.

The distilled essence of their innate potential and power.

With a wave of Ethan's hand, the World Tree within him surged to life with a roar.

Its roots burst forth from his shadow, snaking across the void to seize every drop of blood and every flicker of light.

Fifty million.

Seventy million.

One hundred million.

The World Tree consumed everything.

Ethan permitted the tree to drink the blood because it had awakened a new talent after devouring the five Axiom Realm generals it required.

It now possessed the ability to refine positive bloodlines and fuse multiple lineages into a single, dominant one.

Ethan commanded it to compress those 100 million bloodlines into a mere 10,000.

He intended to merge those 10,000 refined strands into his own Omni bloodline.

It was a feast unparalleled in history.

The tree expanded at a visible pace.

Its branches tore through the various layers of reality.

Its leaves transformed into miniature suns.

Within minutes, the 100 million candidates had vanished.

No corpses remained.

No ruins were left behind.

No lingering spirits haunted the space.

Only Ethan Hunt remained, standing in a void that had been thoroughly purged of life.

The silence that followed felt even more deafening than the previous screams.

Ethan stood in solitude.

His clones dissolved into raw energy, flowing back into his form.

He felt a surge of power so overwhelming it threatened to rupture his very skin.

His bloodline was undergoing an evolution.

One hundred million fragments of "destiny" were coalescing into a single, terrifying entity.

Suddenly, the frigid, mechanical voice of the Will spoke once more.

It did not sound pleased.

[WORLD WIDE ANNOUNCEMENT]

[The Trial of the Throne of Destiny has reached its conclusion.]

[Candidate Ethan Hunt has attained 100% authority by eliminating every other competitor.]

[You are now permitted to make your wish.]

A brief pause followed.

Then, the tone of the voice shifted.

It grew deeper.

More intimate.

Laced with a veiled threat.

[However, you should proceed with caution, Ethan Hunt.]

[Do not wish for something that you may not live to enjoy.]

[There are gazes fixed upon you that can extinguish even an Emperor of Destiny.]

Ethan’s eyes narrowed.

It was an unmistakable warning.

The Will was cautioning him against making any demands that targeted the creators.

He was not to ask for their destruction.

Otherwise, he would be executed before the wish could even be fulfilled.

Ethan was well aware of his current boundaries.

He was powerful, yes.

But he was not yet prepared to challenge "Absolute Continuum" entities, let alone the creators themselves.

If he overreached now, he would be obliterated before he had the chance to mature.

He paused to reflect.

His thoughts raced through various scenarios.

He required a method to grow in the shadows.

A way to shield himself from the investigative eyes of the higher realms.

"I will not delve any deeper into the 'Truth' for the time being," Ethan declared, his voice ringing through the vacant void.

"I am aware that I am no match for you people right now."

He cast his gaze up toward the "sky" of the trial grounds.

"I have decided on my wish."

"I wish for you to upgrade my Space Cube to its absolute maximum potential."

The Space Cube was his most vital asset.

It enabled him to evade the gaze of heaven.

It afforded him the luxury of time.

By maximizing its power, he wasn't just acquiring a tool.

He was obtaining a sanctuary that even the Will of the Eternal Domain could not penetrate.

A long silence followed.

The Will appeared to be calculating the cost.

Eventually, a pillar of monochromatic light descended from the zenith of reality.

It struck the small cube resting in Ethan’s palm.

The cube began to rotate violently.

It vibrated with such intensity that it became a blurred image.

It expanded and contracted rapidly.

Its surface was etched with ancient runes that had remained unseen since the dawn of time.

[Wish Granted.]

Ethan, however, sought confirmation.

"Nini, provide me with your status updates."

"Master, I have evolved into an Origin Artifact. I can now block the prying eyes of any entity up to four realms above your own.

I can also accelerate the time field by a factor of one million.

Most crucially, my internal space can now expand infinitely.

You may integrate Origin Worlds within me. With every world added, my strength will grow in direct proportion to their quantity and quality.

You can even manifest a world, or a peak world, directly from the fabric of reality.

And Master, I now have the ability to forge a weapon. That weapon’s might will equal the collective weight of every world contained within my space."

"Impressive. It seems you and I are cut from the same cloth."

Ethan gave a soft chuckle.

"My own body can also sustain an infinite number of worlds.

But placing worlds within you will serve me as well.

I am the god of my own internal world, but within your worlds, I can function as a ruler. There is a fundamental distinction there."

Ethan spoke with a calm certainty, as if describing an unchangeable fact.

He was preparing to enter a period of seclusion.

First, he had to ascend to the rank of Progenitor. He needed to fully integrate with the Progenitor bloodline and claim total dominion over the human race.

Following that, he would commence the search for his kin.

He would not rest until every single one of them was found.

Then, he would found a supreme Human Empire—a unified banner to bring every branch of humanity together.

Finally, he would establish his own sovereign law.

The Law of Infinity.

The plan was set. All that remained was the work of execution.

A brilliant white light enveloped Ethan.

Boom.

He vanished instantly from the trial grounds.

In the following heartbeat, Ethan was transported back to the world he had fashioned inside the body of that primordial beast.

"Oh? I've returned? Back to my own world."

A faint smile played on his lips.

"That isn't bad at all. I hope that girl is still around. She still has some lessons left to learn."

Ethan was satisfied.

He now possessed the power of an Origin Paragon. With the Sword of Infinity in his hand, his actual combat capability reached the Eternal Sovereign Realm.

If he moved strategically, he could stand alone against an entire powerful race.

Thus, a young girl from an Original Race presented no genuine threat to him.

Ethan expanded his mental consciousness.

He immediately detected her presence.

She hadn't departed.

At this very moment, she was occupied with torturing Ragnarok.