My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 426: Apocalypse Bloodline
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The massive iron doors of the tower slid open without a sound as Rose and Zara drew near.
Melida and Mr. Harrow trailed behind them, their footsteps filled with uncertainty.
That golden surge had just swept across the entire world, and they had all sensed it.
They rode the elevator up to the 20th level.
Upon exiting, no sterile lab or shadowy workshop awaited them.
Instead, a grand and refined chamber welcomed their arrival.
Gentle illumination emanated from the walls, while a lengthy table occupied the middle, covered in rare fruits, hot meals, and glass pitchers brimming with sparkling beverages.
Ethan, or more precisely the Omega Clone, lingered near the window.
His outline was outlined against the starry expanse of the Dragon World.
He pivoted around, displaying a welcoming, captivating grin.
Differing from the primary form, this version of Ethan appeared friendly, virtually glowing with vitality.
"Come, take a seat," Ethan invited, motioning to the comfortable seats.
"Thank you, sir," Zara replied gently, her gaze expansive as she sat down.
After all had found their places and the first unease faded amid some bites of the feast, Ethan reclined.
His demeanor changed from relaxed entertainer to earnest guide.
"Let’s dive straight into the matter," he started, locking eyes with Zara.
"Lady Zara, I’ve devoted considerable effort to examining your genetic structure."
"You carry the Apocalypse Bloodline."
"Understand that this isn’t among the familiar 2,900 bloodlines."
"Your bloodline stems from the final 100 enigmatic Origin Races," Ethan went on.
"Their appearance and habitats remain unknown to us."
"We can’t confirm if they surpass the ordinary races in strength, yet they stand apart."
"They differ at their very core."
"From my evaluation, your bloodline, though inactive, holds at least tenfold the strength of the Ice Dragon or Genesis Vampire lineages."
Zara clutched the table’s rim, her breathing catching sharply.
"I’ve readied a unique serum just for you," Ethan announced, revealing a tiny bottle containing a dense, throbbing red fluid.
"It will refine your bloodline precisely to 95%."
"But heed this solemn caution."
"Once consumed, avoid any bloodline refinement techniques entirely."
"The risks of pushing this particular heritage to full 100% are uncharted."
"Complete activation could summon an entity into our realm that defies banishment."
Silence enveloped the space.
His declaration hung like an oppressive force.
"Thank you... big brother," Zara whispered without thinking.
Melida, Mr. Harrow, and Rose alike stared at Zara in utter dismay.
Addressing a creator of Source Authority weapons as "big brother" bordered on insanity or bold audacity.
They braced for Ethan to freeze over, maybe even erase her for the disrespect.
Yet Ethan let out a laugh.
The tone rang clear and sincere.
"I’m s..." Zara began, stumbling into an excuse, her cheeks flushing.
Ethan raised a palm to silence her.
"No need."
"Big brother works fine."
"It fits our setup nicely."
"Even Lady Erina at the palace may use it too."
His attention shifted to Rose next, a playful spark in his stare.
"Lady Rose, though... that won’t do for you."
Rose’s pulse hammered fiercely in her chest.
Heat rushed to her face, and she dropped her eyes to her dish, concealing the tangle of feelings surging within.
Ethan spared her more jesting.
He slid the vial over the surface to Zara.
"Go ahead and use it."
"I recommend absorbing it right here, with me watching."
"Should your strength surge uncontrollably, I’ll secure the surroundings."
"Okay, big brother. I’m ready."
Zara showed no delay.
She seized the vial and downed its contents swiftly.
At first, stillness reigned.
Suddenly, a deep rumble pulsed from the ground.
Boom!
A burst of shadowy, regal power erupted from Zara’s form.
Her locks floated as though submerged in water.
A subtle purple sheen illuminated her flesh.
The tower quaked violently.
Ethan swiftly deployed his supreme domain, a radiant shield designed to trap the escaping forces.
However, the moment had passed.
In a distant realm sandwiched between positive and negative dimensions, amid foggy grays and unending quiet, an entity stirred awake.
These weren’t mortal orbs.
They were bottomless chasms harboring oblivion.
"One of my lineage stirs to life?" the entity murmured.
His words bypassed the atmosphere.
They resonated across reality’s weave.
"Purity at merely 95%."
"A partial rousing in the inferior realm."
"Yet potent all the same."
He shut his eyes once more.
Still, his consciousness extended through the emptiness to a follower.
"Infiltrate the positive plane," the Progenitor ordered.
"Locate our kin bearer and bring them back."
"Should the ’One Above All’ or any plane defender challenge you..."
"Erase that whole plane from existence."
"As commanded, Progenitor," came the reply.
It echoed like a doomsday chime, laden with finality’s weight.
"The positive plane, is it?" the follower pondered silently as he set forth.
"I passed through that underdeveloped realm ages past."
"Perhaps it’s time to check if it flares any fiercer now."
He dissolved from sight.
His travel defied spatial limits.
If Ethan could detect this entity’s presence, a profound dread would seize him beyond prior chills.
This was an Absolute Continuum entity.
Far older and more steadfast than "The Presence" that once assaulted Ethan.
Neutral zone dwellers they were, forged from balanced positive and negative essences.
The elusive overlords Ethan aspired to become.
Within the tower, Ethan observed Zara intently.
Her change was breathtaking.
Though her cultivation remained in the Primordial realm nominally, her battle might surged dramatically.
At 95% refinement, she entered Origin Paragon domain.
She transformed into a mobile catastrophe for any foe.
Abruptly, a piercing, frosty sensation stung Ethan’s nape.
It signaled the Law of Fate.
Fate’s unseen strands warped.
A gloom-laden haze advanced along his destiny’s course.
It foretold a colossal darkness looming to devour his achievements.
What’s unfolding? Ethan pondered, clenching his jaw.
Have the Absolute Continuum sensed my location?
Or does this link to Zara’s heritage?
He set the concern aside temporarily.
Weakness mustn’t show before visitors.
He focused on Melida, who gazed at the slumbering Zara blending wonder and terror.
Ethan flicked his wrist.
A lustrous white lash materialized on the table.
It gleamed with grace and flexibility.
Metallic threads wove it, snaring the chamber’s glow.
"Ms. Melida," Ethan stated evenly.
"As agreed, here’s your crafted weapon."
"Accept it, please."
Melida fixed on the whip.
Its Eternal Grade essence pulsed toward her.
A swift, chilling force akin to her spirit’s limb.
Her jaw dropped slack.
Drool gathered briefly at her mouth’s edge till she recovered.
"Thank you, sir! So very much!" she chirped.
She hugged the whip close like a treasured offspring.
Nearby, Mr. Harrow buzzed with envy.
He eyed the whip.
Then Ethan.
Then the ground.
He rued deeply his past failure to claim Rose or Zara as students sooner.
He resembled a pauper eyeing royalty gifting treasures to another.
Ethan caught the elder’s turmoil.
He directed his look his way.
"Mr. Harrow," Ethan addressed.
"A duty awaits you."
"Instruct Lady Rose’s kin thoroughly."
"Solidify their base and hone their skills."
"Perform flawlessly, and I’ll forge a tailored weapon for you."
Harrow’s head jerked upward.
His gaze ignited like beacons.
Envy fled.
Fervent devotion surged in its place.
"Thank you, sir!"
"I’ll guide them all myself!"
"I’ll forgo sleep for centuries if needed!"
"That’s my vow!"
Ethan inclined his head.