My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 4: Growth and mental energy

Ethan drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Unlike typical protagonists, he felt no need to grind tirelessly day and night to gain power.

Time was the only thing he required.

Upon waking the following morning, Ethan summoned his status window:

> [Master: Ethan HuntPhysique: 0.4Spirit: 0.4]

His attributes had doubled yet again, a testament to the sheer efficiency of his system. He now wielded 400 kg of force in both his physical body and his spirit. A powerful wave of vitality flooded his system; he felt more agile, more perceptive, and more vibrant than he ever had before.

After cleaning himself up, he stepped out to find breakfast waiting on the table. A small note from his mother sat next to the plate:

> "Honey, we need to head to the office. Make sure you eat before leaving for school, alright? Love you."

As he read the simple message, a sense of warmth spread through his chest. This kind of genuine maternal care was a feeling Ethan had never experienced in his past life. It moved him more deeply than he had anticipated.

With a soft smile, he enjoyed the meal before making his way to school.

Inside Class 10—

Ryan was complaining about his usual insomnia. Having stayed up late again, he was spending the day looking like a member of the walking dead.

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes at Ethan.

"Hey, Ethan, you look different. What’s the secret, man? Did you find yourself a little wife? Or wait—did little Miss Rose finally agree to give you a child?" he joked with a lecherous smirk.

Ethan rolled his eyes and gave Ryan a sharp smack on the head.

"I wish that were the case," he replied with a laugh.

Ryan rubbed his head, his foolish grin remaining intact.

"No, for real, bro—you look healthier. More refreshed. What's the deal?"

Ethan paused for a second before answering. "I’ve started some martial arts training recently. Maybe that's the reason?" His tone was contemplative, as if he were unsure himself.

Ryan’s eyes went wide. "Martial arts training? For real? Didn't we swear to be lazy Young Masters forever? Why start training now? Are you trying to get into Aurora Martial University just to impress your crush?"

Ethan didn't bother arguing. He simply chuckled and said, "Yeah... something like that."

Ryan laughed and slapped him on the back. "Then I'll just have to cling to your thick thigh in the future, oh great future martial prodigy!"

Before the joking could go any further, Teacher Arnold entered the room.

"Listen up, everyone. I have an announcement," he said, his eyes scanning the students. "I previously mentioned that the Quasi-Warrior Certification Test was set for July 15th. However, due to urgent matters, the schedule has been moved up. The test is now on July 7th. Prepare yourselves."

The room broke into a chorus of gasps. While a few were excited, most panicked, realizing they lacked the time to build their strength.

Ryan groaned, "Dammit, my old man was just nagging me to join a gym yesterday. I was actually planning to go. But is there even enough time left now?"

In contrast, Ethan remained composed. He wasn't surprised. At his current rate of growth, he would hit the required mark by tomorrow, leaving him four days to spare.

After their lessons, Ethan and Ryan headed to the canteen for lunch. While they were waiting in the queue, someone suddenly shoved Ethan from behind, attempting to cut ahead.

Reacting instinctively, Ethan seized the person’s wrist and twisted it behind their back in one fluid motion.

A sharp yelp filled the air.

"Aaah! Let go! Let go of me!"

It was Mark—a minor bully at the school. Coming from a wealthy background, Mark was the grandson of the famous martial master, Eric Silva.

Ethan was indifferent to his status. He was simply paying back the shove.

Mark struggled, shouting, "You moron! Do you have any idea who I am?! I'm Mark Silva—the grandson of Eric Silva himself!"

Ethan gave a cold smirk.

"That's nice for you. I'm just Ethan."

The nearby students erupted in laughter.

Mark’s face turned crimson with shame. Usually, people tripped over themselves to please him. But this Ethan guy refused to play along.

"You're going to regret this!" Mark spat. "I'll make you pay for touching me!"

Before the situation could turn worse, a calm, authoritative voice intervened.

"That's enough, Mark."

It was Rose, the class president. She was elegant, composed, and held everyone's respect. Even without a wealthy family, her natural charisma gave her an influence that money couldn't buy.

"You tried to skip the line and now you're making open threats? Perhaps I should bring this to the principal’s attention," she said firmly.

Mark’s arrogance vanished instantly. He turned pale and backed away. Not only did he fear the principal, but he also harbored a massive crush on Rose.

Gritting his teeth, he stormed off without another word.

Ethan watched him leave, his eyes narrowing. The malice in Mark’s gaze was dangerous. He would likely become a nuisance. Perhaps, Ethan thought, it would be simpler to just eliminate him.

He turned to Rose and offered a genuine smile. "Thanks for the help."

Rose smiled back. "You're quite impressive, Ethan. I didn't know you had that in you. You caught Mark's hand without even looking. It seems your martial arts training is paying off."

Ethan rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He hadn't actually trained in any techniques; it was pure reflex born from his rising Spirit attribute.

Once they were back at their table, Ryan resumed his teasing.

"Man, you're on fire! Even our future sister-in-law is complimenting you. Nice work, bro~"

Ethan hit him on the head again, smiling as he sat down.

Being acknowledged by his crush felt pretty good.

When Ethan returned home that evening, his parents had not yet returned.

Lying on his bed, he reflected on the day.

He had shamed Mark—the type of person who, in most stories, would stop at nothing to get revenge, even targeting a rival's family. Ethan decided to watch him closely. If Mark did anything stupid...

He would kill him. Without a second thought.

Four days passed by in a flash.

July 7th.

Ethan stood in the school courtyard with the other students. Today, they were heading to the local branch of the Martial Association for their Quasi-Warrior Certificates.

He pulled up his system interface:

> [Master: Ethan HuntPhysique: 6.4Spirit: 6.4]

In just four days, his attributes had climbed to 6.4—a sixteen-fold increase.

More importantly, he had shattered the iron-clad rule: no one was supposed to surpass 1000 kg of force before breaking their gene lock.

Now, Ethan possessed over six tons of force within his body and spirit.

Furthermore, a new power had awakened—mental energy, which had manifested once his Spirit passed the 1.0 threshold.

He could now move objects with his mind. At 6.4, he could manipulate up to 6 tons of weight, though he was limited to six individual objects at once. Even if the weight was small, he couldn't handle more than six items simultaneously.

Still, Ethan wasn't concerned. He would figure it out as he grew.

His gaze drifted across the yard, landing on Mark.

Surprisingly, Mark hadn't made a move over the last few days. Ethan found it odd but didn't dwell on it.

Mark, meanwhile, was simmering with hatred. He had complained to his father, but was told to wait until after the certification. Once he had that certificate, Ethan would be nothing more than an insect to be crushed.

Mark had also consumed a body-strengthening fluid, pushing his strength past 700 kg. He was certain he would pass with ease.

He glared at Ethan and hissed under his breath, "Just wait. After today, I'll show you the meaning of hell."

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Teacher Arnold stepped forward, delivered a brief pep talk, and led the students toward the bus.

Ethan felt a surge of anticipation.

He had a strange intuition.

Today... he might just awaken a talent.

He looked forward to what was coming.