My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 434: Taking Erebus as his servant

Erebus showed no delay in his choice.

The proposal from Ethan, providing refuge inside his personal inner realm, surpassed a simple getaway. It represented an opportunity for true endurance.

Within the Negative Plane, Erebus served as a pursued monarch, a survivor from a lost age shackled by unbreakable restraints.

Silently, the ancient shadow glided into the glowing tear Ethan had ripped open in the weave of reality.

Yet Ethan refrained from allowing the shadow to roam unchecked across his inner domain.

This space was forged entirely by him, a sacred haven where his rules held total sway.

He guided Erebus straight to the core of his realm: the Origin Sea of Entropy and Energy.

Upon passing through the rift's edge, the surroundings transformed in an instant.

The oppressive, icy emptiness of the Negative Plane vanished completely.

Replacing it stood an immense, horrifying stretch that challenged all notions of shape and reason Erebus had encountered.

He touched down on a surface crafted from dense, shadowy force.

At once, an endless force bore down on him.

This went beyond mere bodily strain. It embodied the immense pull of a superior realm.

Erebus, an entity who had endured endless ages of solitude and agony, dropped to his knees.

His features, typically a fluid veil of darkness, grew deathly ashen.

He fixed his gaze on the ground, his breathing harsh and uneven.

For an unknown reason, dread gripped him from lifting his eyes.

Every basic urge within him, those that had preserved him amid the universe's deadliest spots, shrieked in warning.

Refrain from gazing forward.

Avoid beholding the presence ahead.

Yet Erebus stemmed from intrigue and arrogance.

Through a harsh battle with his terror, he gradually compelled his head to rise.

The view struck him with nausea.

He bent forward and expelled a thick ooze of shadowy core.

Ahead loomed two enormous bodies of water.

One formed a radiant, flawless sea of Origin Energy.

The other churned as an endless, chaotic sea of Entropy.

They stood in direct opposition, rotating in an ideal, fearsome equilibrium.

Held exactly amid these boundless powers floated a majestic, unadorned seat.

Upon that seat rested a presence exuding serene command.

It was Ethan’s Primordial Spirit.

He lounged with one hand propping his chin, a faint, entertained grin curving his mouth.

The seas formed the most horrifying element.

Erebus sought to scan them via his divine sense, searching for edges or depths.

But as soon as his awareness brushed the surges, it got devoured.

No boundary existed.

No boundary held.

"How... could this be?" Erebus murmured, his tone quivering.

"How might a spirit bear boundlessness?"

In that instant, the truth struck him like a solid strike.

The individual facing him wasn’t merely a strong practitioner or a fortunate oddity.

Ethan embodied Infinity in its essence.

To face him meant confronting the origin and conclusion of everything.

Without instruction, Erebus acted.

He shifted from his crumpled stance to a respectful, profound bow.

He lowered his forehead to the shadowy base.

"My lord," Erebus rasped, his words laced with fresh, zealous loyalty.

"Grant me the honor of serving as your follower. My existence, my core, and my darkness shall eternally be yours."

Ethan’s Primordial Spirit gazed upon him, his eyes resembling paired star systems.

"Oh? Just earlier, you acted as a ’fallen king’ negotiating for liberty. What prompted this abrupt shift? Why would I accept you into my service?"

Erebus kept his head down.

"My lord, I embody the Concept of Darkness.

I arose not from any exalted lineage, but as a being from the Neutral Plane, something that ought not to exist.

Myriad mighty entities have sought to bend me to their will.

A foretelling in the upper realms states: Should Erebus select a lord, that lord will inevitably ascend beyond all."

He drew in a shaky inhale.

"I dwell beyond conventional ideas.

Even the Law of Darkness pales against my fundamental nature.

That’s why those entities dreaded me.

That’s why they confined me to the refuse of the Negative Plane.

Yet only Infinity deserves to rule over Primordial Darkness.

My full strength can awaken solely beneath your command."

Ethan stayed silent, linking with his system.

"Yumiko, does he speak true?"

[Yes, Master,] Yumiko’s tone resounded in his thoughts.

[He stands as an irregularity himself.

His being poses a straight challenge to the set structure of the creators.

I advise taking him on.

He’ll prove an essential tool when confronting those who claim divinity.]

Ethan drummed his fingers on the throne’s rest.

The noise reverberated across the boundless seas.

"Fine then," Ethan declared.

"I’m forging a lasting heritage.

You will join my Five Generals.

Demonstrate your value, and I’ll reveal the breaking of your bonds."

"I offer eternal thanks, my lord!"

As Erebus uttered those words, a luminous shard of his soul, a fragment of the Primordial Dark, emerged from his torso.

It floated across the space and blended into Ethan’s Ocean of Entropy and energy.

The instant the soul piece fused, a fierce burst of knowledge assaulted Ethan’s consciousness.

It comprised the full, raw recollections of Erebus’s whole being.

Ethan sank into a profound daze.

He witnessed the cage’s formation.

He observed Erebus arising from the initial void that surfaced when light first emerged.

He viewed the "Creators" attempting dialogue with this dark irregularity.

They desired his yielding of autonomy, to serve as an instrument in their grand design.

Erebus rejected them.

Driven by profound, internal dignity, he opted for solitude.

In response, the Creators imposed a crushing hex upon him.

They ruled that Erebus could never attain Absolute Continuum status independently.

He remained stuck at a power level, barred from rising without binding to a superior.

It served as a safeguard to compel his obedience.

Ethan beheld the Neutral Plane via Erebus’s vision.

It displayed breathtaking splendor and daunting vastness, where lands rivaled ancient universes and the atmosphere brimmed with Origin Energy.

He glimpsed the "End-Timers" of the Apocalypse Race, seeing them swarm like swarms across the inferior realms.

BOOM!

Within the inner realm, a blast wave surged from Erebus.

Since he had at last picked a superior, and that superior embodied Infinity’s irregularity, the old curse from the Creators fractured.

The "lock" on his capabilities didn’t merely crack.

It erased as though it had never been.

The Creators had never foreseen one irregularity linking with another.

The destiny of irregularities lies beyond the "River of Fate."

No visionary, regardless of might, could have foreseen this alliance.

Erebus’s soul started a drastic alteration.

Nourished by Ethan’s endless core, the shadow grew, deepened, and sharpened.

Following three hours of torturous change, Erebus rose.

A rush of might coursed through him, unknown for countless years.

The barrier over his Origin Energy sea, the Grade 4 restraint Ethan had hesitated to disturb, had melted away as a side effect of the soul fusion.

By pledging to Ethan as master, the barrier had been "deceived" into believing the obligation fulfilled.

Two gains from a single act.

In the Neutral Plane, buried in the Fate Race’s Ancestral Palace, an aged entity abruptly sat up straight.

His gaze, normally serene as timelessness, blazed with unbridled fury.

"Someone... has broken my seal?" he bellowed.

The palace barriers split beneath his mental force.

He plunged into intense focus at once, projecting his awareness over the realms to locate his captive.

He combed the Negative Plane, probing the hidden layers of emptiness.

Yet nothing appeared.

Erebus had vanished.

Worse, the one who had "freed" him left no trace.

As the seal shattered through a loyalty pact rather than outright force, no "trace" remained to follow.

It seemed Erebus had outright disappeared.

"What’s happening?" the entity snarled.

He extended toward a glowing sphere, reaching out to fellow potent figures.

"The Shadow Anomaly is lost. Locate him. Immediately!"

...

Far above, in a layer of being so pure that notions like "time" served as mere hints, a figure nurtured a modest garden.

He resembled a common laborer, clad in plain, dirt-speckled garb.

He halted his labor, resting on his tool.

He peered toward the inferior layers, a slight, curious grin forming on his lined features.

"That shadow irregularity... he’s chosen a leader at last?" the laborer pondered.

He brushed moisture from his forehead.

"Fascinating."

He paused briefly, musing on the alteration in the enclosure’s equilibrium, a structure he helped devise, then shrugged and resumed sowing his fields.

To him, even an irregularity’s emergence marked just another cycle.

Returning to the material world, Ethan remained oblivious to the turmoil he’d stirred in the superior realms.

He had smoothly reentered the Positive Plane, his form vibrating with the strength of his finished advancement.

He traversed the void, materializing quietly within the Space Cube.