My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 432: Going to finish his evolution
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His gaze shifted toward the suspended holographic interface of the Status Panel.
[Time until Power Synchronization: 11 Hours, 38 Minutes]
"Eleven hours," Ethan murmured softly.
"In just eleven hours, that scoundrel's strength will fuse into my own."
He shut his eyes, attempting to focus his mind in meditation, yet visions of the Messenger—that invasive foe—continued to flicker beneath his closed lids.
The manner in which the intruder had brushed aside the One Above All's "Erasure" as if swatting an irritating insect lingered in his thoughts.
This surpassed mere brute force.
It represented an elevated state of being.
It marked the divide between a mortal battling a tempest and one who embodied the tempest itself.
"Yumiko," Ethan summoned her mentally.
"Maintain a firm trace on his energy signature. Alert me if he so much as exhales too heavily."
[Master, the Messenger remains motionless close to the impact zone. Still, his detection field is steadily widening.]
[He's not simply scanning with sight; he's savoring the vibrational essence of this realm.]
[The Space Cube's veil endures, though it's facing tremendous strain.]
Ethan muttered a curse beneath his breath.
As a budding Grade 1 Absolute entity, he sensed himself reduced to a rodent cowering in a cabinet, while a ravenous feline stalked the room beyond.
A chill lump of dread settled heavily in his stomach.
Never before had he experienced such utter inferiority.
Even facing the One Above All, he believed he could outmaneuver his way to triumph.
But against the Messenger?
The Messenger hailed from a domain where the rules of physics served only as loose guidelines.
Beyond the Cube's protective barrier, the Messenger lingered amid the eddying crimson sands that were once the tangible form of a deity.
Fury didn't twist his features.
Rage belonged to the feeble, to those who could be hindered or defeated.
Boredom etched his expression instead.
He served as an Emissary of the Apocalypse Race.
To his kind, the positive plane appeared as an "unfinished" existence, a cradle for spirits destined largely for irrelevance.
"Where have you scurried off to, tiny vermin?" he pondered aloud.
His power unfurled from him.
It didn't burst forth in a blast.
Rather, it spread like dye dispersing through liquid, infiltrating the fissures across realities.
He probed the vast seas, the towering summits, and the fiery hearts of countless worlds.
He skirted the "enigmas" erected by the architects, regions of interference that even the One Above All failed to breach.
Suddenly, he halted.
His "sight" encountered an obstacle.
It emanated an odd, presumptuous aura.
A spire.
Constructed with opulent flair that boasted of tyrannical pride.
It was Ethan's spire, the core of his dominion within this realm.
"Oh?" the Messenger breathed quietly.
He fixed his gaze on the spire, which appeared forged through an unconventional application of the law of creation.
The bearer of the bloodline was housed within that spire as well.
The Apocalypse bloodline held sacred status.
Discovering it in this forsaken realm, concealed in a spire erected by a "vermin," struck as a grave affront.
Within the Cube, Yumiko's alert echoed sharply,
"Master! He's located the tower! He's advancing!"
Ethan sprang to his feet, the Sword of Infinity materializing in his grasp without delay.
"What? Impossible! Twelve hours haven't passed yet! I'm unprepared!"
[Master, confronting him at this moment yields a survival chance of 0.0000%] Yumiko stated matter-of-factly.
[He will obliterate your essence.]
Ethan watched as the Messenger dissolved from the emptiness and rematerialized at once before the tower's entrance.
The protective formations he'd established—barriers designed to repel authority figures—didn't so much as shimmer.
The Messenger passed through them effortlessly, as though they consisted of vapor.
"I need to confront him downstairs," Ethan snarled, his grip tightening on the sword until his knuckles paled.
"Rose is down there. Zara is there. My loved ones..."
"Master, hold on!" Nini materialized in a vortex of shimmering silver glow.
Her face bore a grave demeanor.
"Rushing out means your death, and theirs follows regardless."
"The Messenger seeks no slaughter of the ordinary. His goal is to claim Miss Zara."
"He's detected the bloodline within Madam Zara."
"I refuse to allow him to seize her!" Ethan bellowed.
"You have no choice," Nini replied, her tone softening to a hush.
"Permit him to take her."
"He'll regard her as a valuable asset, a gem of his lineage."
"No harm will befall her; he'll nurture her potential."
"This is her sole path to enduring this ordeal."
A wave of intense self-disgust washed over Ethan, nearly turning his stomach.
"You're telling me to surrender Zara to a fiend's abduction?"
"I'm urging you to survive, so you can reclaim her later," Nini retorted.
"The neutral plane births artifacts like us origins. Thus, it's tied to my essence, granting me insight into its nature."
"Access demands completing your transformation."
"Secure that Grade 1 power as your own, then exceed it."
"None below a Grade 3 Absolute can traverse those neutral paths without enslavement by the dominant races."
"Acting now forfeits all you hold dear."
Ethan sagged back against the wall.
Her reasoning pierced his chest like an icy dagger.
He pictured his kin in the dining chamber, sharing laughter, oblivious to the harbinger of doom lurking in their corridor.
"I despise this," Ethan breathed.
"I loathe my frailty."
With shaking fingers, he activated his comm device.
"Rose... hear me out."
"A 'ally' approaches."
"Offer no opposition."
"Allow him to claim Zara."
"Have faith in me."
"This is for your protection—all of you."
Within the tower, the ambiance transformed.
The atmosphere thickened, laden with unseen weight like molten lead.
Rose lifted her gaze from her meal, her pulse faltering.
Ethan's words resonated in her mind, shattering her resolve.
She detected the choked anguish in his voice.
Her eyes turned toward the entrance.
The Messenger strode in.
He resembled no beast.
Rather, he evoked an aristocrat attired for a burial rite.
His gaze swept the space, settling upon Zara.
Zara, typically the liveliest among them, froze in terror.
The intensity of his stare pressed upon her.
It was as if her genetic code lay exposed, pages turning under scrutiny.
"Child," the Messenger addressed her.
His tone flowed like a lullaby, yet it sealed fates with the thud of a tomb's cover.
"Accompany me."
The family turned to Rose.
Rose, tears welling in her eyes, gave a reluctant nod.
"Zara, go to him."
"It's... it's fine."
"He's Ethan's acquaintance."
Zara approached steadily.
Her courage shone through, her wits keen.
She met the Messenger's icy, ashen visage without a word, as Ethan's message echoed in her thoughts too.
She positioned herself at his side.
The Messenger noted this compliance from the girl and her kin, a flicker of surprise crossing him, though he hadn't deployed his presence. Yet he dismissed further thought.
He offered no chance for farewells.
With a casual wave of his hand, a rift tore open in the fabric of space behind him.
A churning maelstrom of pale radiance thrummed, its force causing the tower's masonry to creak in protest.
He crossed the threshold, drawing Zara along.
The gateway sealed with a snap.
Rose crumpled to the floor, a raw wail of sorrow erupting from deep within.
The family remained rooted in shocked quiet.
The earlier delight of the day yielded to an oppressive, empty abyss.
Ethan materialized in the room's midst moments later.
His aura dominated the space.
Jagged bolts of silver energy escaped his control.
Yet he appeared utterly shattered.
Rose raised her tear-streaked face to him.
"Mr. Ethan... why? Who was he?"
Ethan held his silence at first.
He moved to the place Zara had occupied.
"He's a foe I'll destroy," Ethan declared.
His words rang hollow, stripped of feeling.
It emerged as a monotone, chilling declaration.
"I'll dismantle him atom by atom."
"But not on this day."
His eyes flicked to the timer.
[00 Hours, 01 Minute Remaining]
At last, the awaited alert blazed into view in fiery script.
[The synchronization period is over.]
[The power of the One Above All has been fully integrated.]
BOOM.
The emptiness detonated.
Ethan's form ignited like a star.
The Grade 1 Absolute Continuum might, once a temporary mantle, now permeated his every fiber.
His skeleton transformed into unbreakable channels of force.
His consciousness broadened vastly.
He perceived the strands of existence, the "script" weaving the positive plane, with the clarity of a simple tale unfolding before him.
[Status Update:]
[Master: Ethan Hunt
Realm: Eternal Sovereign
Physique: Grade 1 Absolute Continuum
Spirit: Grade 1 Absolute Continuum
Talent: Infinite Comprehension
Bloodline: Infinite Bloodline
Unique Ability: Creation of All Things]
"All of you, remain within the tower," Ethan ordered firmly.
"This realm will soon grow chaotic."
"I must return to the negative plane to conclude my unfinished task."
He ignored their inquiries.
Confronting their faces proved too much.
He disappeared.
Ten grueling hours of tense quiet dragged on as Ethan floated through the profound emptiness linking the positive and negative planes.
Now, he could slay the One Above All and the Presence as easily as trampling weeds, even if permanent destruction eluded him.
Yet they held no power to threaten him in return.