My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 462: The ingredients for the pills arrived

Within the utter emptiness where neither space nor time held sway, a pair of beings lingered. Devoid of corporeal shapes, they were merely streams of awareness intertwined akin to fibers in a celestial lattice. Their essence loomed immense, their perception brushing against the essence of existence itself.

"That irregularity keeps expanding at an alarming rate," one remarked. Its tone remained serene, a vibrating resonance that appeared to originate from all directions yet none simultaneously.

"I attempted to examine his being and unravel the strands of his identity, yet I cannot pierce the shroud concealing him. His essence remains an utter enigma. That's the core issue with irregularities—they shatter the principles that define our existence."

An extended, contemplative quietude lingered between the two.

"Could his abilities link back to that realm? The one from which our lord originated?" the other inquired.

"I lack a firm conclusion," the initial one conceded. A ripple of doubt coursed through its expansive mind. "However, it's feasible. The inability of even us to grasp his authentic form points toward ties to something profoundly elusive and profound. Our lord's realm embodied just that—beyond full comprehension."

The other being throbbed with subdued mirth. "Are you proposing we contact him? Perhaps dispatch him to that realm to determine if his strength can amplify there as well?"

"No. Haste is unwise," the first asserted, resolute yet measured. "Rashness undermines insight. We must continue monitoring. We'll introduce him to progressively more challenging realms, each crafted as a trial to strain his boundaries. Should he endure, should he advance and fulfill our hopes, only then shall we engage him."

The other being appeared to grin, a faint alteration in ethereal vibrations. "You've desired to connect with him since the start. This has been your strategy all along."

"Indeed," the first affirmed. Its utterance now bore an aged profundity, a yearning from eons past. "I yearn to comprehend the realm our lord hailed from. I seek to witness that inconceivable origin of corporeal might, a potency so immense that even we, entities woven from primordial law threads of cosmic magnitude, pale in comparison. It's an enigma I must unravel."

"Agreed then," the second consented, easing into vigilant observance. "For the moment, we merely watch. We'll monitor and bide our time."

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"Sir, here's the full roster of dishonest officials across the nation," Drek stated. His tone strained, burdened by his perceived shortcomings, as he extended the dossier to Ethan.

"We've compiled thorough records of their dealings, connections, and pilfered funds. Yet we failed to breach the central data lattice, the core group where the most influential figures maneuver. These listed, however, remain profoundly and perilously corrupt."

Ethan accepted the dossier deliberately and began perusing it. He opened it and skimmed the contents at a blistering pace, ingesting details on identities, appearances, and proofs as if a device ingesting information. He offered a subtle, scarcely noticeable affirmation.

"You performed adequately," he remarked in a steady, neutral voice. Neither commendation nor rebuke. He shut the dossier and directed his piercing stare at Drek. "What discoveries did you make regarding the mayor's history? Anything of value?"

Drek's posture sagged more. He inclined his head deeply in regret. "Nothing, sir. My apologies. His personal records are locked behind virtually unbreachable safeguards. It's akin to an impregnable bastion of secrecy. I located no vulnerabilities."

Ethan gestured casually to dismiss the matter. His face remained unaltered. "No concern. Move past it." He hesitated, gaze sharpening faintly. "Regarding those components I requested? Any advancements on that inventory?"

Drek recoiled, recalling his inadequacy. "I uncovered details on roughly ten percent of those items, sir," he admitted, his speech softening further. "The others are either restricted far beyond my access or so uncommon and esoteric that they linger only in tales and myths. No one truly possesses knowledge of them."

Ethan absorbed the report. His forehead creased momentarily in reflection, then relaxed. "I see," he murmured softly. "Cease fretting over it." He redirected attention. "Have the commanders commenced the regimen as instructed?"

A spark of genuine satisfaction flashed across Drek's features. He drew himself up a bit. "Affirmative, sir. Their drills exhibit a fervor I've never witnessed. They're driving themselves as if each drill and grueling session hinges on their survival. I've participated as well, sir. I'm exerting myself equally."

"Excellent," Ethan responded. A single term, yet it conveyed unmistakable endorsement.

He pivoted without further utterance and proceeded along the hallway, abandoning Drek in place.

"I must soon craft the remedy personally," Ethan pondered inwardly, his thoughts already mapping subsequent actions.

"For that, I'll need to procure the components on my own. That demands substantial funds, an unending stream of wealth. But it can be deferred. Initially, I'll assess what James obtains. His lineage's assets should outperform Drek's urban contacts by far.

"Sir, hold on!"

Drek's pressing call reverberated through the passage. Ethan halted abruptly and rotated to confront his underling.

"What's the issue?" he queried calmly.

Drek advanced hastily, concern lining his visage. "Sir, a representative from the Harold clan arrives this evening. Your directives? How do we proceed?"

Ethan's mouth formed a slim, controlled grin. "They've at last detected the disturbance, have they? They've noticed irregularities in their controlled entity." He motioned indifferently. "Irrelevant. Allow their arrival. I'll converse with them directly."

A palpable surge of ease washed over Drek. Tension ebbed from his frame. He was well aware of the Harold clan's prowess. They lurked as the concealed force directing the Black Bull Gang, a multi-headed serpent comprising myriad lesser syndicates spanning various urban centers.

The clan head served as a elite military leader, wielding considerable sway on a national level. Additionally, the clan formed a commercial juggernaut, boasting assets worth hundreds of millions effortlessly. By conventional measures, they posed a formidable adversary not to be underestimated.

Yet Drek had witnessed Ethan's feats. At that instant, any dread of the Harold clan was eclipsed by his unwavering trust in his superior.

Ethan had silently resolved with cold determination. Should the Harold clan emerge as a barrier, should they presume to contest his dominance, he wouldn't merely sideline them. He would dismantle their framework entirely, seize their immense fortunes, and integrate their influence into his expanding realm. They would serve merely as a foundation for his ascent.

As the dusk light spilled over the heavens, tinting the skies in vivid hues of amber and scarlet, James made his way back. He bore a custom container, its material interlaced with conductive filaments and insulated with an odd barrier meant to safeguard the unstable nature of what it held.

Positioned at the pane, Ethan detected James's nearing presence prior to his entry into the structure. A true grin graced his face, as his enhanced awareness already discerned precisely the cargo in that container.

James entered the chamber purposefully, his countenance blending intrigue and eagerness. He skipped formalities. "Ethan, I've obtained the materials you sought, the ones detailed in your roster. Now, let's witness your actual prowess. Let's determine if your assertions bear fruit."