My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 400: Ragnarok evolved

Ethan stood at the heart of his personal domain, "Primordia", observing the unfolding events.

"Leaving this world would have been the wise choice, little girl," Ethan remarked with chilling indifference.

Selene Alucard, the vampire princess, appeared to be savoring every second of the cruelty she inflicted.

She shifted her gaze toward Ragnarok, her expression contorting into a jagged, manic grin.

"Your master abandoned you to this torment while he fled," she mocked, looking down at Ragnarok, who remained crushed under the weight of her gravity magic.

"Do you have any desire to be my pet? If you prostrate yourself and lick my boots, I might consider releasing you."

Although Ragnarok’s face was shoved into the dirt, his golden eyes blazed with a defiance that no amount of suffering could extinguish.

"You may torture me as you please," he rasped, his voice as coarse as grinding stones.

"An Ancient demon pledges loyalty to only one master in a lifetime. You... you will never be that person."

"How dull!" Selene whispered dispassionately.

She slammed a kick into his ribs, the sound of snapping bone resonating throughout the clearing.

Her gaze was filled with absolute contempt.

"You carry the bloodline of the Origin Demon race. Though it is thin and pathetic, it exists nonetheless. My intention was to claim you as my pet and cultivate that heritage."

"Just think... I could boast to those arrogant fools that a Demon is my hound. Wouldn't that be entertaining? Hahahaha!"

She sought more than just his physical submission.

Using her mental faculties, she began to rip his soul to shreds.

A cry of pure agony escaped Ragnarok, a scream that tore through the surrounding trees.

Ethan remained motionless.

With a simple snap of his fingers, he acted.

A solitary droplet of blood formed at his fingertip.

It was not crimson, but a swirling, deep gold, vibrating with the essence of a hundred million plundered destinies.

This droplet traversed the air and merged into Ragnarok’s neck.

This was far beyond mere restoration.

By bestowing his blood upon Ragnarok, Ethan was formally appointing him as one of his Five Generals—the entities destined to remain by his side until the end of time.

The instant the blood reached Ragnarok’s heart, time itself seemed to freeze.

Ragnarok’s eyes snapped open.

A violent eruption of power surged from him, hurling Selene back several hundred feet.

Ragnarok’s Cultivation did not merely grow; it skyrocketed.

He reached the Progenitor realm in a heartbeat.

A second later, he tore through into the Primordial realm.

The surrounding energy became so concentrated that it manifested as black lightning.

Selene struggled to her feet, her complexion turning ghostly pale.

For the first time, a soul-chilling terror took hold of her.

"What... what is happening?"

She attempted to raise her hand to strike, hoping to slay him before the transformation concluded.

However, a golden barrier flickered into life around Ragnarok.

Her strike collided with the shield and shattered like brittle glass.

Though the vampire girl was a Genesis realm entity—a goddess within this minor world—she was insignificant before Ethan, and thus her strike failed to mar Ethan’s barrier.

Ragnarok’s aura continued its ascent.

It surged past the Genesis realm, finally settling at the Axiom Dominion Realm.

Then, the true metamorphosis took place.

The faint Origin Demon blood within Ragnarok began to seethe and thicken.

He was no longer a mere hybrid; he was evolving into a creature of Law.

The Law of Darkness flooded into his being.

His frame expanded.

Obsidian scales replaced his skin.

Two gargantuan wings of absolute shadow burst from his back, wide enough to shroud the sun.

His features transformed into a visage of terrifying, demonic majesty.

Selene trembled so violently she could barely remain upright.

"It can't be... a Demon Count form? How? Such a form is reserved for the high-born nobility of the Origin Demon race! How can a lowly hybrid achieve the rank of a Count?"

Ragnarok rose to his full height.

Standing ten feet tall, he was now a titan of shadow.

He looked down at Selene as if she were a mere insect.

That gaze shattered her spirit.

Her royal arrogance crashed against her overwhelming fear.

"You... you pushed me to this!" she shrieked, her eyes turning cold.

She grabbed the pendant at her throat and crushed it.

BOOM!

A devastating pressure erupted from the ruined jewelry.

It was the protective soul fragment of an Eternal Sovereign—her grandfather.

Ragnarok did not even waver.

He extended a clawed hand, seized Selene by the throat, and hoisted her into the air like a defenseless bird.

He was consumed by a fury that had been festering for days.

He was aware that his Master was watching.

He knew he was protected.

And he hungered for blood.

The soul fragment of the Duke manifested in the air—a towering, spectral figure of a striking man with crimson eyes.

"How dare you lay hands on my granddaughter? Release her this instant, and I shall permit your corpse to remain whole!"

The pressure alone was sufficient to easily slay a Primordial.

But Ethan stepped into the fray.

With a fluid motion, Ethan unsheathed the Sword of Infinity.

He eschewed any elaborate technique.

He simply delivered a single slash.

The soul fragment, an entity at the Eternal Sovereign level, was wiped from existence as if it had never been.

Bolstered by his blade, Ethan’s current power resided at the absolute zenith of that realm.

A mere fragment of a soul meant nothing to him.

"Noooo!" Selene wailed.

Her final spark of hope was extinguished like a candle flame.

She tried to trigger a second fragment belonging to her father.

But the trauma was too great; she lost her grip on reality, babbling and screaming incoherently.

Ragnarok opened his massive jaws, prepared to swallow her and end her life.

"Wait," Ethan commanded, appearing abruptly between the demon and the girl.

Ragnarok halted immediately.

"Master?"

"You may torment her," Ethan said, his eyes as cold as ice.

"But she must not die. Not yet. I require her bloodline. An Original Race bloodline is far too precious to discard."

"As you command, Master," Ragnarok growled.

He cast her to the ground and began employing his newfound dark powers to construct a cage of shadow around her soul, replicating the exact agony she had forced him to endure.

Outside the primordial beast, millions of miles away in the origin world, a man bolted upright on his throne.

Duke Alucard of the Genesis Vampire race bellowed in rage.

He felt his soul fragment get obliterated.

Someone had not only disregarded his warning but had destroyed a piece of his very essence.

"I will hunt you down," he hissed.

He vanished from his sanctuary and reappeared in the "Garden", a vast territory where his kin kept trillions of beings as "livestock".

Because Ethan had concealed the aura, the Duke could not immediately identify which creature contained his granddaughter.

However, as an Eternal Sovereign, the Duke was indifferent to collateral damage.

With a wave of his hand, trillions of beings were sucked toward him by a vacuum of power.

He started inspecting their inner worlds one by one, annihilating any that displeased him.

Inside the beast, Ethan clicked his tongue.

"That fool seems eager for death."

Ethan recognized that he wasn't yet prepared to take on the entire Vampire race.

Their Progenitor was a Source Authority realm being—someone capable of rewriting fate itself.

Should Ethan step outside now, he would be overwhelmed.

But he did not need to leave the beast to strike.

The Sword of Infinity was capable of severing timelines and dimensions.

Ethan closed his eyes, tracing the Duke’s position through the link of the ruined soul fragment.

He swung his sword.

A beam of white radiance sliced through the spatial rift.

It exited the primordial creature’s body, bypassed the physical realm, and struck the Duke squarely in the chest.

The Duke didn't even have time to cry out.

His "Source", the foundation of his power, was fractured.

He collapsed onto the grass of his own garden, unconscious and bleeding golden ichor.

Ethan then redirected his focus to the primordial creature they currently inhabited.

The massive beast was quaking.

It could sense the conflict within its gut and the deities clashing upon its hide.

"I am a being from your internal universe," Ethan transmitted a mental message to the creature’s soul.

"I do not wish for your demise. You must flee from this garden."

"I... I cannot," the creature whimpered.

"Every one of us bears the Seal of the Alucard family on our souls. If I attempt to escape, they will simply blink, and I will be destroyed."

"I can strip away the soul seal; you only need to run," he answered.

Ethan struck with his sword once more.

This time, the blow was invisible.

It did not slice through flesh.

It severed the spiritual shackles tethering the creature to the Alucard family.

For the first time in eons, the primordial beast felt a massive burden vanish from its soul.

It was free.

"Thank you," the creature murmured.

Without wasting a moment, the beast disappeared into the void, soaring toward the Great Forest—a lawless region that even the Alucard family avoided.

Ethan let out a sigh of relief.

He turned back to Ragnarok, who was methodically dismantling Selene’s will.

"Ensure she stays alive," Ethan reminded him.

"And no sexual torture."

With those words, Ethan departed, stepping into the time field.