My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 404: Entering the inverse world

Ethan stood poised at the boundary of the ancient woodland.

The atmosphere remained heavy, saturated with the metallic tang of ionized blood and ozone from the recent slaughter. At his back, twenty shadow soldiers—once illustrious Origin Paragons and Eternal Sovereigns—loomed like silent monoliths testifying to his dominance. They stood prepared to stalk the land, expand his ranks, and act as his sensory extensions within this limitless realm.

However, Ethan’s focus had already shifted.

His primary objective was unchanged. He sought formidable Inverse beings. These creatures, spawned from the negative plane of reality, possessed the keys to a tier of power that the positive world simply could not offer.

Yet, wandering the infinite reaches of the Origin World hoping for a chance encounter was a fool's gamble. It lacked the efficiency that Ethan prioritized above all other things.

He required a method to breach the frontier.

Settling beneath the canopy of a colossal tree, Ethan’s thoughts raced through the principles of physics and the complexities of metaphysics.

To enter the negative plane, one was required to manipulate the Law of Entropy. Within the positive world, entropy served as a gauge for disorder, a persistent slide toward dissolution. Within the negative world, however, it constituted the very foundation of existence.

"If I can trigger a localized collapse of the Law of Entropy," Ethan contemplated, "I can compel a bridge to appear."

He had no desire for a massive, fixed gateway that would draw unwanted eyes. He sought something mobile and inconspicuous.

He needed a key small enough for his pocket, yet capable of unlocking the path to a different dimension.

Before constructing such an instrument, he required a sanctuary for his work. Despite his immense strength, the untamed forests of the Origin World remained chaotic and unpredictable.

He resolved to seek out a human settlement.

In this realm, humans were frequently regarded as inferior beings, making their urban centers the ideal locations to vanish in plain sight. No one would suspect a god to be lurking within a slum.

After a trek lasting several hours, he arrived at a vibrant town. It was a primitive place compared to the technologically advanced civilizations he had encountered, but it contained an inn.

He secured a room using a few looted spirit stones and bolted the door behind him.

Seated upon the creaking wooden frame of the bed, he commenced his designs.

Intricate blueprints materialized within his mind.

He fused the Law of Infinity with the mechanics of dimensional resonance. He soon understood that while the technology to infiltrate the negative plane was held by the elite Original Races, their apparatuses were the size of entire planets.

Ethan intended to create something superior.

He swept his hand through the air.

"Creation," he muttered softly.

The space before him shimmered. Specks of light coalesced and took solid form. A polished, dark device settled into his palm.

It bore a striking resemblance to a mobile phone, yet its casing was inscribed with shimmering silver runes that throbbed like a pulse.

This was far more than a simple portal generator; it was a cosmic multi-tool.

With this device, he could analyze the entropic density of his surroundings and rip open a spatial rift at his leisure.

"It is time," Ethan declared.

He did not linger at the inn.

With an instantaneous teleportation, he moved to a secluded cavern near the forest he had recently departed. The cave was subterranean, freezing, and shielded from any observers.

Holding the device aloft, he tapped a command onto the luminous interface.

"Open."

The air within the cavern did more than just tear; it shrieked.

A turbulent vortex of violet and grey energy flared in the heart of the damp chamber. Immediately, a massive surge of entropy poured out.

It felt like a frigid gale that did not merely bite the skin, but sought to dismantle the very soul.

Ethan crossed the threshold.

Upon opening his eyes, Ethan was greeted by a landscape that felt eerily familiar, yet fundamentally distorted.

Trees were present, but their branches plunged downward into the soil. The firmament was a bruised, deep violet, and the sun manifested as a black hole emitting a freezing radiance.

Everything in this place was reversed.

In the positive world, energy possessed physical form while entropy was a mere abstraction. Here, entropy was tangible, drifting through the atmosphere like a heavy fog. Energy was the abstract concept.

Ethan sensed his very cells beginning to vibrate.

"I can utilize this," he realized. "By practicing Cultivation under the influence of this entropy, I can bring my cells to a state of perfection."

But a hazard existed.

This was merely his avatar. To reach true completion, his primary body had to be present here.

There was, however, a complication.

The Progenitor of the Vampire Race shared a karmic bond with Ethan due to the shattering of the Alucard seal. The instant Ethan’s true form entered the Origin World, the Progenitor would detect his presence.

Ethan proceeded with clinical accuracy.

The clone stepped back through the rift into the cave, placing the Sword of Infinity upon the floor to serve as a beacon.

Then, the duplicate dissolved into mist.

In that precise millisecond, Ethan’s original body materialized within the cavern.

He snatched the blade and lunged toward the gateway.

But just as his shoulder passed the boundary, a sudden, numbing shiver raced down his spine.

It was the sensation of being watched from a higher dimension—the gaze of a predator fixed upon an insect.

The Progenitor had located him.

"Close!" Ethan bellowed.

He crashed into the negative world just as a gargantuan, pale hand composed of pure murderous intent shredded the space where he had stood a moment before.

The portal slammed shut, cutting off the link.

Within a majestic, gothic fortress in the lands of the Genesis Vampires, an elegant young man with eyes the color of fresh blood scowled.

He examined his palm, which had failed to seize its target.

"A mere gnat possesses such immense malicious karma with my lineage?" the Progenitor whispered. "I cannot permit such a variable to persist."

He glanced toward a towering, armored figure bowed in the shadows.

"Marco, command all Eternal Sovereigns currently within the negative world to terminate this pest. His name is Ethan."

Marco, the Sovereign of the Vampire race, lowered his head further.

"Your will be done, Progenitor."

Within moments, an order vibrated through the psychic web of the vampire species.

The bounty for Ethan’s life was the ultimate treasure: a solitary drop of the Progenitor’s primordial blood.

Every vampire across the negative plane began to prepare for the hunt.

Oblivious to the magnitude of the pursuit, Ethan discovered a quiet, hollowed mountain within the negative realm to begin his period of seclusion.

He could not yet make contact with the objects here; their negative molecular alignment would trigger a cellular collapse if he was not cautious.

He sat in a cross-legged posture and inhaled deeply.

Rather than drawing in spiritual Qi, pure entropy saturated his lungs.

Suddenly, a voice resonated in his consciousness.

It was the World Tree, dwelling within his internal world.

"Master... if you remain here, I can consume this entropy to finish my evolution. I will not even need to prey upon other powerhouses. However... it will require time."

Ethan gave a nod of assent.

"Do not worry. Proceed with your task. I am also focusing on my Cultivation."

Ethan triggered his Law of Entropy.

He turned into a void, a black hole drawing in the grey vapors of the negative dimension.

His cells began to integrate the physical entropy, and through this process, they began to change.

A standard human possesses roughly 30 to 40 trillion cells.

But Ethan’s frame, refined by the Omni Bloodline, contained a staggering 10^100 cells. A googol of cells, each functioning as a miniature universe.

He observed as his cells shifted from crimson to a radiant, indestructible gold.

Cycle 1: 2 cells.

Cycle 2: 4 cells.

Cycle 3: 8 cells.

The count doubled with every refinement loop.

To achieve total evolution, he calculated a requirement of 335 cycles.

Since each cycle needed about one day to process the immense volume of entropy, he would have to remain concealed for nearly a year.

"335 days," Ethan whispered, eyes shut tight.

But tranquility was a luxury out of his reach.

Even now, through the massive stone walls of the mountain, he could sense powerful, freezing auras drawing closer.