My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 425: Creating the auction materials

Within the Space Cube, an energy buzzed through the air, defying the usual rules of physics. Ethan faced a figure identical to himself in appearance, but the vibe surrounding it differed completely.

This marked his initial Omega Clone.

Ethan had conducted a ceremony of self-division to bring it into being. He delved deep into his mind's essence and extracted the idea of "Happiness." Consequently, Ethan's primary form remained with features like sculpted stone, striking yet completely free of delight.

His gaze stayed impartial, viewing reality through calculations and strategic plays.

Conversely, the Omega Clone emanated a lively, nearly overpowering vibe. Its presence exceeded Ethan's by thirty percent.

"Go protect the family. I'm relying on you," Ethan instructed. His tone came out even, without the affection he typically showed his sisters.

The clone flashed a broad, contagious smile that the original Ethan couldn't replicate anymore.

"Count on me. I'll keep them secure while you handle the big picture."

Ethan passed the Sword of Infinity to him. The duty weighed heavily, yet it proved essential. Should an Absolute Continuum entity—one of existence's supreme rulers—choose to meddle, the clone would require that sword merely to endure the opening clash.

Moreover, Ethan had cut off the clone's karmic ties. It existed as a phantom in fate's ledger, invisible to all watchful gazes.

A burst of light sent the Omega Clone away.

It materialized right away within the Tower in the Dragon World, positioned beside the earlier, less potent clone.

"Damn," the fresh clone grumbled, clenching his fists as potent strength coursed through his body. "This sensation is amazing."

However, time wasn't for idling. He had to fill the auction with treasures that would leave even the wealthiest rulers feeling impoverished.

He began with Eternal Grade weapons. Using smooth skill, he forged four exceptional pieces: a longsword able to slice dimensions, a bow that always hit true, and a short dagger leaking a toxin that dissolved spirits.

The fourth piece became a whip. While weaving its metal strands, he recalled his vow to Melida. He tailored this whip for her alone, flexible, swift, and infused with a chilling edge to match her essence.

Yet these served only as starters. Ethan aimed to produce something ultimate.

Shutting his eyes, he pictured a device linking endless timelines. He envisioned a mirror capable of locating every variant of a foe across all alternate realms and wiping them out at once.

The idea chilled the soul, a tool for complete annihilation.

"Creation," Ethan murmured.

At once, the golden cells in his core body ignited. The blaze grew so fierce that nearby air shifted to plasma. His flesh shone like a fading sun, and briefly, the Space Cube quaked.

Suddenly, the glow faded. The cells dulled. A unusual wave of bodily fatigue hit Ethan.

[Master, you just attempted to forge a weapon exceeding Origin Grade power. At your current Source Authority level, such creation lies beyond your reach.]

Ethan gazed at his palms.

"I see. The understanding exists, but my form can't contain it."

He grasped the risk in his mindset. Crafting a mirror to glimpse other realms might reveal the other Absolute Continuum entities dwelling there.

Such insight belonged solely to the outer gods, a taboo domain.

"Alright," the clone exhaled. "I'll settle for a typical Source Authority level weapon."

He altered his blueprint. Now, he conceived a violin. He intended it as a sonic armament, one that could shake the particles of a Source Authority entity until they broke apart.

It would obliterate matter of every type, positive or negative, erasing all traces.

The creation flowed without hitches this time. Once the last string settled on the sleek, ebony wood, a thunderous roar rocked the tower.

A majestic presence burst from the violin. It didn't confine itself to the structure; instead, it exploded in a vast golden surge. The wave rushed over the Ice Dragon territory and pierced the emptiness, striking lesser race worlds nearby like a solid impact.

Across adjacent domains, responses erupted swiftly.

"What's this presence?" an Eternal Sovereign wheezed, dropping to his knees under the force. "Is some Source Authority elder venting rage?"

However, the real titans, the Source Authorities, sensed far more profoundly. No fury stirred them; they detected the emergence of an artifact.

"Impossible," a Progenitor breathed from his shadowed seat. "That's no individual. That's an instrument. But Source Authority arms are legends! Mere tales for the young!"

For these entities, such a grade's weapon defied reason. How could an item wield greater might than a ancient soul?

Still, the air's tremor confirmed the "unthinkable" now rested inside a tower.

Beyond the tower, the atmosphere rippled. Lucifer materialized, staring at the upper level. He resembled less a menacing fiend and more a learned observer beholding a wonder.

"The Land of the Ancients," Lucifer muttered softly. "He must hail from there. Only they possess designs for such marvels."

He scanned the area, detecting concealed watchers lurking in the dark. With a subtle, derisive grin, he faded once more.

He'd witnessed plenty. Now, he sought the particular demon who had challenged him before. He figured that one formed another element in Ethan Hunt's game.

In the palace housing Rose and her kin, the panes shook in their casings.

Melida and Mr. Harrow sat in a contemplation room, struggling to absorb the immense energy filling the space. Though strong themselves, this fresh presence dwarfed them.

"That originated from Mr. Hunt's tower, right?" Melida inquired, dabbing perspiration from her brow.

Mr. Harrow inclined his head gravely. "No question. The echoes stretch to the galaxy's distant bounds. This goes beyond a mere auction, Melida. It's a call. All the Source Authority heavyweights will descend upon us."

"Can the Ice Dragon Empire manage so many behemoths simultaneously?" Melida questioned, her tone quivering.

"We won't need to," Harrow answered, glancing at the tower. "They're not after us. They're drawn to him. We're simply the venue."

Following that, Ethan produced the blood serums as well.

Soon enough, the clone grinned.

"The setup is complete. Let them arrive. I aim to forge as many alliances as I can.

Once that's done, I'll hunt for an Origin world to build my Human empire."

The day had drawn to a close.

Ethan noticed Zara and Rose positioned before the tower.

Melida and Mr. Harrow stood behind them.

The entrance swung open on its own. Ethan had woven their auras into the tower's defenses, granting them free access without clearance.

"Please head to the 20th floor."