My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 445: Entering the game
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Once the ancient voice consented to his plea, a comprehensive surge of game details flooded straight into Ethan's thoughts.
This knowledge streamed in like a serene stream, saturating his mind with elaborate facts and timeless legends.
Yet Ethan held off from exploring the data right away.
"Let’s go," he told Ryugu, his tone steady and firm, revealing nothing of the chaos churning within.
Without a second thought, Ryugu nodded and guided them along the twisting trails of the timeless domain.
The atmosphere hung heavy with the fragrance of everlasting blossoms, their blooms shimmering softly beneath the endless dusk heavens.
Beneath their steps, the earth felt plush, blanketed in lichen that murmured tales from lost ages.
Before long, they reached a stunning edifice, its barriers formed from radiant quartz that mirrored the colors of the nearby terrain.
Spires twisted skyward, embellished with elaborate etchings showing legendary clashes and heavenly marvels.
"We don’t have any guest house, brother. So you have to stay in my palace," Ryugu explained with regret, his voice tinged with sincere apology.
He motioned to the majestic doorway, where ghostly glows fluttered like glowing insects.
Ethan simply grinned, his face kind and comforting.
Briefly, he rested a palm on Ryugu’s shoulder, a sign of friendship that melted away the strain.
"Don’t worry about that. Give us two rooms side by side," he replied, his words solid and sensible.
"Sure," Ryugu answered, his relief obvious.
Through lavish corridors he led them, walls covered in paintings of primordial serpents and sacred entities.
After revealing their quarters—roomy suites equipped with soft bedding covered in smooth cloths and facing expansive greenery—Ryugu departed, vowing that meals would arrive shortly and he'd summon them.
Echoes of his steps trailed off along the hallway, granting Ethan and Rose a peaceful interlude.
"Rose, take some rest. We will go out to see the land after that," he suggested softly, his gaze connecting with hers in a tenderness that offset his typical fervor.
With a nod, Rose displayed weariness blended with intrigue on her features.
She stepped into her chamber, the portal shutting quietly after her, and Ethan observed briefly prior to heading to his own area.
Entering his space, Ethan heard the door latch with a soft snap.
He settled onto the bedding, which sank plushly beneath him, and at last permitted himself to probe the knowledge bestowed upon him.
In his consciousness, the data spread out like leaves from a vintage scroll, unveiling the mysteries of the Game of Gods.
Crafted for the offspring of deities, the Game of Gods served as a vast contest to decide resource shares among clans.
Typically, all from the divine lineages emerged within a clan; no independents roamed unbound.
Stronger clans boasting more authentic deities dispatched greater numbers of their youth to join.
The originator of the fate race hailed from a minor divine lineage, possessing just one genuine deity who had scarcely attained that noble rank.
Consequently, only a single entrant could be dispatched.
This originator selected Ethan as that entrant, wagering his existence on the result.
Such a bold risk stemmed from urgency and optimism.
Deities might put forward their offspring or kin from their lineage for the contest.
Although Ethan wasn't native to the fate race, he stood as an outlier, an entity whose core could shift and align with any lineage structure, rendering him an exceptional and flexible pick.
At its heart, the game centered on the Tower of Trials.
Renowned as mythical, this spire was rumored to predate the very threading of time into existence.
It endured as a perpetual landmark, its beginnings veiled in enigma.
Divine resources for the whole godly assembly flowed straight from this tower; it supplied vital sacred essences unavailable elsewhere in the celestial domain.
Absent it, the deities' thriving would crumble.
Ultimately, the victor—the contender seizing the ultimate sacred relic—would claim 10% of resources exclusively for their clan across 10,000 years.
The other 90% would split among fellow entrants who grabbed relics from the diverse levels.
A sum of 10,000 slots existed, offering myriad lineages chances to battle for dominance.
Ethan comprehended the core of it, his thoughts linking the ramifications.
The rivalry burned hot, carrying everlasting repercussions.
The contest entailed rebirth into varied realms.
Every contender would reincarnate in a worldly domain and charged with finding a concealed relic inside.
Upon grasping that relic, the level's ordeal would end.
Should a contender snag over one relic, extras could swap for sacred power, essential for lengthening their law strands—the core filaments of divine might.
This proved especially key for those from inferior divine lineages, paving ways to amplified prowess.
Furthermore, fulfilling set quests in these realms would grant extra sacred power as tower bounties, spurring not merely haste but cleverness and endurance.
Every tower level hosted a distinct worldly setup, complete with singular laws, hurdles, and denizens.
Such diversity guaranteed unique ordeals, probing each aspirant's flexibility.
Having taken it all in, Ethan eased up slightly, reclining against the bed's top.
The contest was slated to start in roughly 30 days, yet he had to reach the tower's vicinity in merely three days for purification and confirmation of his eligibility.
The schedule didn't faze Ethan.
Mentally, he contacted Ryugu first, asking for a blood specimen to reach him.
The exchange zipped by, a mind-link that spanned the gap with ease.
Within five minutes, Ryugu showed up at Ethan's entry personally, tapping softly before stepping in.
He passed a tiny flask, its liquid shining with a subtle red gleam.
"Brother, take this," he offered, his look inquisitive yet deferential.
"Ryugu, come here. I have something to talk about," Ethan beckoned, pointing to a close seat.
"What is it, brother?" Ryugu queried, taking the spot with clear interest.
Ethan went on to outline the Game of Gods, covering the fate race originator's role and the high wagers involved.
"The law strand inside your body is already stripped, so you can’t become a true god anymore unless you create another law. Am I right?" Ethan inquired, his voice searching but compassionate.
"Yes, that would be correct," Ryugu confirmed, first startled by Ethan's acuity but soon steadying.
He acknowledged Ethan's immense skill and brilliance; such awareness stunned yet aligned.
"I am intending to win the game. Then I’ll have my personal law. Would you like to become my subject if I win?" Ethan suggested plainly.
"Brother, are you sure about that? We are a race exiled from the god race. Yes, you will be powerful if we are integrated with you, but once you enter the divine realm, they would feel the breath of ours within you, and a wrath from the local lord clan would fall upon you," Ryugu stated evenly, his phrasing deliberate and sage.
"You don’t have to worry about that. Talk to your elders," Ethan countered with matching poise, his assurance firm.
A knowing sparkle lit Ryugu's smile.
"Alright. Best of luck then. And if that is the case, you don’t have to create the technique now. If you can return safe with a law of your own, we will very likely become your subject," Ryugu remarked with a friendly grin.
"Oh? You sure you want to say this without talking to your superiors?" Ethan questioned with interest, arching a brow.
Ryugu merely grinned enigmatically and dissolved into a twist of spectral fog, leaving Ethan to mull the discussion.
Rising then, Ethan moved toward Rose’s chamber, his steps soft on the gleaming surfaces.
"Rose, let’s venture out," he announced, rapping lightly at her portal.
Rose emerged and eyed Ethan, her stare insightful.
"Something happened?" she posed directly, detecting the faint change in his bearing.
"Am I that easy to read?" Ethan chuckled ruefully, scratching his nape.
"You are," Rose affirmed with a nod, her face candid.
"Alright, I guess I can tell you now," Ethan agreed with a nod and shared details on the fate race originator and the game's complexities.
In low whispers, he described the tower, the rebirths, and the relics, making sure she grasped the dangers without burying her.
Abruptly, deep concern gripped Rose, her chest clenching with unease, though words escaped her.
Mere phrases felt too small against such vast perils.
Firmly yet soothingly, Ethan clasped Rose’s hand.
"Rose, once I return, I have something very important to tell you," he declared gravely, his eyes fixing hers with deep purpose.
Over the following three days, with Ryugu leading, Ethan and Rose explored the ancients' territory.
Joyous hours passed, brimming with chuckles, finds, and serene bonds amid the spectacles.
On the third day's dawn, Ethan called forth the mega omega clone to this realm.
It appeared in a burst of force, an exact duplicate set to guard and join Rose, having scant duties back in the neutral zone.
"Are you ready? I am teleporting you to the location," the ancient voice resounded once more in Ethan's head, booming like far-off rumble.
Ethan merely nodded, his determination hardening.
In moments, a dazzling radiance wrapped him like a shell of sheer force, and he disappeared from the spot.
Reopening his eyes, Ethan found himself amid a boundless meadow, grasses waving mildly in a holy gust.
Myriads of figures bustled nearby, their presences beaming might and sanctity.
Dominating the midst rose the Tower of Trials, a daunting edifice without an apparent peak, soaring boundlessly upward.
Its facade gleamed with symbols throbbing with primordial vigor, proof of its 10,000 layers and the colossal tests inside.
"What is this filthy presence? It doesn’t belong to our race," abruptly the youthful elites of the god race began whispering, their tones a wave of scorn.
Gazes shifted to Ethan, the sole figure missing their inborn sacred core.
"Vermin, who are you? How did you come here?" a voice challenged Ethan.
Turning, he spotted a striking youth with untainted radiance positioned there.
The youth gripped a petite dagger, its edge sparkling with otherworldly sheen.
"Get lost, punk, or else I’ll make you get lost," Ethan scoffed icily.
He cared little if they hailed from an elite lineage. Disrespect he would not tolerate.