My attributes are increasing infinitely - Chapter 391

Chapter 391: Pure Carnage
The atmosphere of the reality cracked like glass. The announcement from the Eternal Domain had turned Ethan into a beacon of divine light that could be seen from across the stars.

To the thousands of candidates gathered, Ethan Hunt was no longer a man; he was a walking treasure chest, a shortcut to the throne.

The first wave descended like falling stars.

They were not ordinary warriors. These were the anomalies of their own worlds, men and women who had cheated death, possessed systems, and inherited bloodlines that made them gods among their own people.

A man with hair made of white fire descended from the clouds, wielding a spear that hummed with the power of a collapsing sun. To his left, a woman draped in shadows drifted through the air, her eyes glowing with a forbidden ocular talent that could melt the soul of anyone she looked at. Behind them, hundreds more arrived, creating a ring of killing intent that spanned hundreds of miles.

“Ethan Hunt!” the man with the fire spear roared. “Your journey ends here. You are but one man against the chosen of the universe!”

Ethan did not move.

He stood in the center of a barren wasteland, his hands hanging loosely at his sides. He didn’t even draw the Sword of Infinity. A faint, almost bored smile played on his lips.

“Is that so?” Ethan asked softly. “Then come. Show me what the ‘chosen’ can do.”

The sky exploded.

The man with the spear lunged first. The weapon pierced through space, creating a vacuum that dragged mountains toward its tip. It hit Ethan square in the chest with enough force to shatter a universe.

BOOM!

A shockwave flattened the earth for fifty miles. Dust and fire obscured everything.

But the woman with the shadow eyes didn’t stop. She unleashed a torrent of black needles, each one a concentrated curse of the Void.

“Piercing Soul Rain!” she screamed.

Thousands of needles dived into the dust cloud.

Another candidate, a giant standing ten meters tall with skin like indestructible diamond, leapt into the air and crashed down where Ethan stood. He began to pummel the ground with fists that weighed as much as moons. The earth groaned and liquefied under the pressure.

From the distance, mages and psychics bombarded the site with every law they knew.

Law of Disintegration.

Law of Absolute Zero.

Law of Divine Retribution.

The bombardment lasted for ten straight minutes. The area where Ethan stood had been turned into a glowing pit of lava and chaotic energy. The candidates paused, their chests heaving, eyes searching for any sign of a corpse.

“He’s dead,” the spearman panted, wiping sweat from his brow. “No one could survive that. Even a Progenitor would be—”

“Warm enough?”

The voice was cool, clear, and terrifyingly close.

The dust settled instantly, forced down by an invisible weight. Ethan stood in the center of the pit. His clothes were not torn. Not a single strand of hair was out of place. He was still smiling that same, calm smile.

The spearman’s jaw dropped. “Impossible… I hit you with a Sun-Rank strike…”

Ethan looked at his chest where the spear had landed, then back at the thousands of candidates.

“Is that all? You’ve used your best moves. You’ve shown me your talents, your systems, and your pride.”

Ethan took a single step forward.

The ground beneath him didn’t crack; it bowed, as if acknowledging its master.

“Have you finished the warm-up?” Ethan’s eyes suddenly shifted, the pupils glowing with a dark, infinite depth. “Shall we begin?”

He didn’t draw his sword. He didn’t even take a fighting stance.

He simply vanished.

The man with the fire spear didn’t even have time to blink before Ethan appeared directly in front of his face. It wasn’t teleportation; it was simply moving so fast that time forgot to record the distance.

Ethan reached out with a casual, open palm and gripped the man’s face.

BANG.

Ethan slammed the spearman into the ground. The force was so concentrated that the man didn’t just hit the earth, he became a part of it. A crater three miles wide formed instantly, and the “Chosen” warrior was reduced to a smear of golden blood and broken armor.

Ethan didn’t stop to look.

He blurred again.

The woman with the shadow eyes saw him coming. She screamed and unleashed her most powerful ocular technique, a beam of soul-erasing light.

Ethan didn’t dodge.

He walked right through the beam as if it were a light mist. He appeared behind her and drove a single finger into her spine.

“Weak,” he whispered.

The woman’s body stiffened, her nervous system completely overloaded by Ethan’s raw energy. She fell from the sky like a bird with clipped wings, her soul shattered before she even hit the dirt.

“Kill him! All at once!” the diamond giant roared, charging forward with a dozen other physical-type candidates.

Ethan didn’t use a technique.

He just started walking through them.

He caught the diamond giant’s massive fist with his left hand. With a slight twist of his wrist, the “indestructible” diamond arm shattered into a million shards. The giant screamed, but the scream was cut short as Ethan’s right hand buried itself in the giant’s gut.

The punch didn’t just go through the giant; the shockwave exited through his back and traveled for a hundred miles, carving a canyon through the mountain range in the distance. The giant’s internal organs were turned to dust instantly.

Ethan spun in mid-air, his movements as fluid as water.

A candidate with the “Speed God” system tried to flank him, moving at ten times the speed of thought. To everyone else, the Speed God was invisible. To Ethan, he was moving in slow motion.

Ethan reached out and caught the Speed God by the throat as he zoomed past.

“You’re running too fast,” Ethan said. “You should rest.”

He swung the speedster around like a ragdoll and slammed him into a group of approaching sword-masters. The collision sounded like two thunderclaps happening at once. Bodies flew in every direction, limbs bent at impossible angles.

The battlefield became a scene of pure, cinematic slaughter.

Ethan was a ghost of white and gold, flickering across the landscape.

CRACK.

He snapped the neck of a dragon-blooded warrior with a casual backhand.

BOOM.

He kicked a candidate holding a divine shield, and the shield didn’t just break, it exploded, the shrapnel turning the surrounding warriors into Swiss cheese.

Every time Ethan moved, someone died. There was no struggle. There was no “back and forth.” It was a man walking through a field of dry grass with a torch.

A candidate with a “Healer System” tried to resurrect his fallen comrades in the backline.

Ethan appeared above him.

He didn’t punch.

He just landed.

The pressure of his descent flattened the healer and everyone within a thousand feet into thin pancakes of meat.

The survivors, those who had stayed back, began to tremble. The greed in their eyes had been replaced by a cold, paralyzing terror. They realized the truth. The Eternal Domain hadn’t given them a chance to gain authority; it had sent them to a slaughterhouse.

“He’s a monster…” one boy whispered, his sword falling from his shaking hands. “He’s not a candidate. He’s… he’s something else.”

Ethan stopped.

He was standing on a pile of broken divine weapons and cooling corpses. He looked at the remaining thousands. His hands were clean. Not a drop of blood had stained his skin. His infinite origin sea provided him with so much energy that he wasn’t even breathing hard.

He looked at the sky, at the invisible will of the Eternal Domain that was watching this.

“You sent these children to die just to test me?” Ethan’s voice carried to the ends of the reality.

He slowly reached over his shoulder and gripped the hilt of the Sword of Infinity.

“Fine. Since you want a show, I’ll give you one.”

As he drew the blade, the sky didn’t just darken; it vanished. The stars went out. The laws of physics ceased to function.

The remaining candidates felt their knees buckle. The mere sight of the drawn sword caused their bloodlines to rebel. Those with systems heard nothing but screaming static in their heads.

“I haven’t used a single law yet,” Ethan said, his voice vibrating through their very bones. “I’ve only used my hands. Now, I will show you what happens when the Progenitor of the Human Race decides to end a conversation.”

He raised the sword. The blade didn’t point at the candidates. It pointed at the horizon.

“Eternal Slash: Null.”

He swung the sword in a simple, horizontal line.

There was no sound. No explosion.

A line of white light appeared, stretching from one end of the planet to the other. For a split second, everything touched by that line simply ceased to exist. The mountains, the clouds, and the thousands of “protagonists” who had come to hunt him.

When the light faded, the landscape had been rewritten. A perfectly flat plane stretched out as far as the eye could see. The thousands of candidates were gone. No bodies, no blood, no dust. Just… nothing.

Ethan sheathed the sword with a sharp click.