My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 419: Don’t give advice to strangers
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Ryan stood there in shock.
He could hardly trust what he had just heard.
This figure, known as the "Demon," had crashed into their realm like a massive wave and seized control of the Dragon World's entire economy through one auction alone, yet now he claimed he wished to mentor him.
Why would he do that?
Did it relate to Lady Rose?
Or was another reason at play?
"Uh, sorry, sir! Could I ask you a question?" Ryan ventured, his voice tentative.
"Of course," Ethan responded casually, reclining against the advanced control panel inside the secluded training chamber.
"Why would you help us like this? Is it for Lady Rose? Do you care for her? Or are you merely trying to charm her feelings this way, only to betray her later?"
Ryan trembled before Ethan's immense strength, yet his devotion to his comrades outweighed any dread he felt.
Ethan grinned.
Memory loss hadn't changed Ryan; he remained that steadfast ally.
Certain bonds ran deeper than recollections—they were etched into the very essence of one's being.
"Certain enigmas, Ryan, aren't meant for easy answers," Ethan stated, his tone growing grave. "Keep this in mind: neither you nor anyone else will suffer harm from me. I'm no foe of yours."
Ethan might have revealed it all at that moment.
However, his probes into the cause of Rose and the others' amnesia had struck an unbreakable barrier.
It seemed some supreme entity was deliberately shielding the reality from him.
He chose patience over haste, allowing events to unfold on their own. Ethan sensed that powerful watchers tracked his every action.
Thus, he'd bide his time until he could shatter them outright.
Ryan's gaze brightened as he absorbed the words.
A burden eased from his heart.
A true grin spread across his features.
"Thank you, sir."
Ethan gave a nod.
"Alright, time to begin. You've unlocked the Eternal Titan bloodline, though its purity sits at just 60%. I've got a unique cultivation method for you. Your task is to apply it and purify your bloodline up to 100%."
"100%?" Ryan exclaimed in surprise. "Is that really achievable?"
"Within this tower, all things are within reach," Ethan affirmed. "Head to the 60th floor. A time field awaits there, where moments pass 10,000 times quicker than in the outer world. Make use of it. Rose, Zara, and your wife depend on your strength. I'm relying on you, Ryan."
Ethan rose into the air, aligning his eyes with those of the towering twelve-foot Ryan.
He pressed his index finger to Ryan's brow.
A rush of knowledge streamed into Ryan's thoughts, imprinting the intricate Titan cultivation method into his mind.
Ryan bent in a profound bow once again.
Words failed to convey his thanks, so he resolved to prove it via relentless effort.
He pivoted and strode directly toward the 60th floor.
With Ryan gone, Ethan chose to step outside.
He aimed to roam the city, collect bits of intel, and await the coming day.
He disappeared from the chamber and materialized on the bustling avenue before his firm.
Ethan wandered without direction, taking in the odd wonders of the Dragon World.
All at once, a thunderous announcement rang out across the heavens, boosted by magical means.
"Hear me, folk of the Ice Dragon race! Saintess Rose now ascends to Leading Saintess of the Ice Dragon race! A lavish feast spans five days. All are welcome to attend, and members of every other race too!"
Melida's voice it was.
Through her Eternal Sovereign might, she ensured the domain's every soul knew she'd honored her vow.
Ethan merely smirked.
Hunger gnawed at him slightly, and a five-day celebration promised ideal spots to sample this realm's treats.
He set off toward the city's heart.
The Ice Dragon race wielded great might, boasting 45 Eternal Sovereigns, with 40 heading their separate clans.
The Royal Family commanded the remaining five.
They traced lineage to the Ice Dragon race's Progenitor, an existence at the Source Authority realm.
Eternal Sovereigns could elevate any with sufficient promise to sainthood.
Yet naming one "Leading Saintess" required Melida to leverage favors and the Eternal weapon Ethan had bestowed upon her.
As he strolled, snippets of talk from residents reached his ears.
"Say, who's this Rose? Never come across her name before."
"She has to be extraordinary to claim Leading Saintess. I figured all Saints stood equal."
The Ice Dragons buzzed with thrill.
They yearned to behold the figure set to guide their youth.
With the feast delayed until dusk, Ethan continued his wanderings.
While rounding a bend close to the central palace, a light touch grazed his shoulder.
"Pardon me, pal. Know the way to the Ethan Hunt Company?"
Ethan spun about and faced a sight that halted him briefly.
A figure resembling a demon loomed right in front of him.
Outwardly, it resembled a typical demon.
But Ethan's vision pierced far deeper.
This entity embodied raw chaos and ruin, a Source Authority tier powerhouse.
The being masked itself, curbing its aura to mimic a simple Origin Paragon.
To Ethan, such deceptions meant nothing.
He sensed this one outmatched even Puffin.
"Is this the Progenitor of the Origin Demon race?" Ethan pondered inwardly.
"Why not just probe the city yourself?" Ethan shot back, irritation lacing his words.
Regardless of the entity's identity, the chaotic vibe it exuded soured his disposition.
The demon rubbed his head, feigning harmlessness.
"Truth is, divine sense scans are banned here in the city. I picked up a known vibe from you, so I figured I'd inquire," the demon explained, flashing a grin.
Yet Ethan caught the lethal spark in those eyes.
This entity customarily dictated others' destinies, likely having already judged Ethan's.
"The Ethan Hunt Company lies on the city's north end. But they're shut down for now," Ethan answered, his vexation plain.
"Got it, thanks. And buddy, you ought to treat folks you don't know with more courtesy," the demon remarked, his grin stretching into a menacing leer. "You never know—you might land in a bind too tough to escape."
The warning came wrapped as casual counsel.
Ethan didn't flinch.
He returned the smile.
"I'd suggest you quit dishing out tips to randoms on the street. Who knows? Some passerby might decide to thrash you right here if it rubs them wrong, yeah?"
The demon's expression stiffened for an instant.
He hadn't anticipated such bold retort from an "inferior" soul.
Ere he could retort, Ethan wheeled around and departed.
He was certain the demon wouldn't strike amid the crowd—that could shatter its disguise—but a later assault seemed inevitable.
Ethan would embrace the challenge. He sought no trouble, yet if trouble sought him, he'd respond without mercy.
Once Ethan had gone, the demon faded from sight as well.
"A demon struts with such nerve before me? Let's see what bloodline he hides," a smirk crept back onto his face.