My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 401: Finally he found Rose

Ethan had a mountain of tasks ahead of him.

However, one specific objective took absolute precedence over everything else.

The integration of the Progenitor Bloodline.

If a true bloodline bond linked him to the rest of humanity, then Rose—and the rest of his family scattered across the vastness of creation—could finally be located.

It didn't matter if they were concealed in hidden realms beyond known worlds.

It didn't matter if they were lost beneath the dust of ancient epochs.

Closing his eyes, he spoke a single word.

"Merge."

The directive was straightforward.

The Progenitor Blood reacted the very moment his will manifested.

A wave of warmth saturated his frame. It wasn't a violent intrusion or a forced takeover, but a gentle homecoming, as if a long-lost part of his soul was finally sliding back into place.

There was no flashy display or explosive aura. His body didn't undergo a grotesque mutation, nor did his physical features shift.

The true gain was one of absolute mastery.

He attained a state of perfect, instinctive control.

He could sense every individual drop of blood coursing through his Meridians, each one vibrating with primordial authority. His heart maintained a steady rhythm, and with every pulse, ethereal threads reached out, weaving himself into the fundamental tapestry of the universe.

Simultaneously, a flood of memories surged into his mind.

These were not his own experiences.

This was the life story of the Progenitor.

Ethan watched as a detached witness while the history of the past played out before him.

The Progenitor had not started his life as a human.

He was a scion of one of creation's firstborn races.

The Titan Race.

These were beings of the primordial era, the living manifestations of physical law and brute force. Their very existence was the personification of the Law of Strength. Each Titan was a colossus capable of crushing continents with a step or leveling mountain ranges with a single breath.

Among the three thousand primary races, the Titans reigned supreme in the domain of physical power.

Yet, the Progenitor was an anomaly.

He was born feeble.

Diminutive.

Delicate.

The Titan bloodline failed to manifest in him, and he could not tap into the Law of Strength. To his people, he was nothing but a stunted freak—a biological glitch that never should have been.

The Titans held nothing but contempt for the weak.

He was cast out by his own flesh and blood.

Exiled from the race of his birth, he was left to survive or perish in the cold reaches of the cosmos.

The vision shifted.

While wandering through the void, the Progenitor eventually found a diverse civilization where various races lived together. It was in this melting pot that he discovered the path of Cultivation.

He realized that power didn't have to be a birthright; it could be forged through sheer willpower.

Once he began his Cultivation journey, the results were nothing short of miraculous.

He possessed the talent of a monster.

His level of comprehension was unparalleled.

What he lacked in natural physical gifts, he balanced with profound insight, incredible flexibility, and a peerless resonance with energy. He broke through Cultivation realms at a speed that left the surrounding races in awe.

He climbed the ladder of power, one stage at a time.

The discarded weakling transformed into a supreme being.

Eventually, he stepped into the Source Authority Realm.

This was the same level of existence held by the original forefather of the Titan Race.

Upon hearing of his rise, the Titans attempted to reclaim him. They promised him prestige, glory, and a status equal to their own founder.

He turned them down.

He had already seen the fundamental nature of the universe.

He had decided to bring a new race into being.

Humanity.

The Progenitor didn't manually fashion every human body or sculpt every individual soul.

Instead, he gave birth to the concept of a new species.

Utilizing his power as a Source Being, he wove that concept into the laws of reality.

From that point forward, humans began to appear naturally across the multiverse, thriving without direct interference.

They were born fragile.

Their lives were fleeting.

But their potential was boundless.

As the visions receded, Ethan opened his eyes.

The fusion was complete.

And now, the connection was palpable.

With a mere thought, he could link his consciousness to a literal ocean of lives.

The human race.

The only question was whether his psyche could handle the strain.

The answer came instantly.

He could.

His physical strength had already ascended to the Origin Paragon Realm. According to the inherited knowledge, humans were naturally limited to the Emperor Realm—or perhaps the laws governing their creation were simply unfinished.

Regardless, he was more than capable of enduring the burden.

"Begin."

The order rang out.

Boom.

Countless invisible tethers suddenly burst forth from Ethan, anchoring him to a staggering number of bloodline imprints. The sensory input was staggering, feeling as though the collective weight of a billion stars had been dropped onto a single man.

For a brief moment, even Ethan staggered.

His breathing faltered.

But then, he let out a long, controlled breath.

He assumed a meditative posture, crossing his legs and centering his spirit as his mind adjusted. He didn't rush the process, allowing the mental turbulence to subside.

Once he reached a state of perfect balance, he started the hunt.

He had no idea how long it would take to sift through every single bloodline signature.

He included everyone—those with diluted ancestry, half-humans, and even the most distant of descendants.

The sheer scale of the numbers was mind-boggling.

However, he had all the time in the world.

Inside the space cube, the time-dilation field made reality move a million times faster.

He possessed an eternity within a moment.

Meanwhile, in another place.

An ancient beast made its way into the Forest of Gira.

This was a forbidden woodland where monsters of the Eternal Sovereign Realm ruled. No member of the civilized races would ever dare to trespass here.

The creature proceeded with extreme caution.

Suddenly, a colossal tiger blocked its path. The predator exuded the overwhelming pressure of the Genesis Realm, its eyes sparking with ancient wisdom.

"Halt," the tiger commanded with a calm tone. "You reek of the Genesis Vampire Race. What is your business with them?"

The intruder bowed its head low.

It was a bird-like beast called Pantaloon, resembling a predatory eagle with feathers as sharp as swords. It answered truthfully, recounting its escape from the Alucard clan.

The tiger paused, its body tensing.

After a long, heavy silence, it moved aside.

"Fortune favors you," it remarked.

Pantaloon ventured deeper into the woods, finding a secluded spot to live out its days in peace.

Five days passed in the outside world.

Within Ethan’s accelerated time field, five million days had elapsed.

Thirteen thousand seven hundred years.

During that entire span, Ethan did nothing but process data.

Eventually, the influx of information slowed to a crawl.

Then, it ceased entirely.

"10⁵⁰," Ethan whispered.

That was the total population of humans spread across all of creation.

Now, the true search began.

He had to find Rose.

He had to find his kin.

His pulse quickened with anticipation.

"I hope I can find you," he muttered under his breath. "I still owe Rose a wedding ceremony that will shake the heavens."

He commenced the scan.

Even with his immense power, checking every bloodline mark individually was a task that would take eons.

So, he changed his approach.

With a single mental flick, Ethan manifested 10⁵⁰ clones.

Each clone was assigned a single bloodline signature to track.

The process of distributing these tasks alone took centuries.

A hundred years later.

One specific clone finally struck gold.

The thread it followed stretched out across the void.

It passed the primordial Pantaloon.

It flew past the Forest of Gira.

It exited the Origin World entirely.

The connection traversed countless dimensional corridors and cut through layers of existence until it reached a different realm.

A world of staggering power and majesty.

This was an Origin World on the same level as the Eternal Domain or the Genesis Vampire Realm.

The bloodline tether finally latched onto a person.

It was a woman who looked like the very definition of grace.

She possessed a timeless elegance.

Her hair, white as fresh snow, cascaded down her back, and her face was of an ethereal beauty that remained untouched by the years. However, her eyes were vacant, harboring a deep, quiet misery.

The clone’s heart hammered against its ribs.

It was Rose.

His Rose.

But she was consumed by sadness.

She seemed completely detached from her surroundings.

The visual feed was instantly transmitted back to Ethan’s primary body.

His heart broke and sang all at once.

Millions of years had passed without her by his side.

He had always hated stories where destiny pulled lovers apart.

And yet, that was exactly the tragedy he had lived.

"Why is my princess so full of sorrow?" he whispered softly.

Then he spotted them.

His family.

The members of the Alpha Omega Team.

Every single one of them was present.

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence of the scene.

"Saintess, the prince of the Flame Dragon Race has arrived for a visit. You should come out to greet him. He truly is the most suitable match for you."

A servant girl was standing at the entrance.

Rose didn't even look back.

"I have already stated that I will not wed," she answered in a neutral tone. "Not until my memories of my past life return. Not until I am certain whether I already have a husband."

"Your Highness," the maid replied tentatively, "even if such a man existed, he would no longer be a match for you. You are the Saintess of the Ice Dragon Clan, part of the Origin Dragon Race."

Rose’s tone grew cold and sharp.

"Tell the prince to depart. I refuse to see him."

Ethan’s eyes flared with an unbreakable determination.

"Wait for me," he said quietly. "I am coming."