My attributes are increasing infinitely - Chapter 397

Chapter 397: Millions of axiom dominion beings
The Kizuki general didn’t wait.

He moved like a bolt of blue lightning.

In the Axiom realm, speed was not just about how fast you ran; it was about how fast you could rewrite the distance between two points.

One moment he was a hundred yards away, and the next, his dragon-bone sword was an inch from Goku’s throat.

“Die, peasant!” the general roared.

Goku’s eyes didn’t even blink.

His body moved on its own.

This was the perfection of Ultra Instinct, now powered by the laws of a God.

He tilted his head slightly, and the blade whistled past his ear, cutting nothing but a few strands of silver hair.

“Whoa! That was fast!” Goku laughed.

He landed a light palm strike on the general’s chest.

Boom!

The Kizuki general was sent flying across the infinite arena.

He crashed into the invisible walls of the domain, his heavy armor shattering like glass.

He coughed up golden blood, his eyes wide with shock.

He was a master of countless eras, yet a single “tap” from this stranger had broken his ribs.

“Next!” Goku shouted, his excitement growing.

Four more generals stepped forward at once, forgetting the “one at a time” rule in their panic.

They summoned their supreme treasures: a bell that froze time, a spear that could pierce dimensions, a fan that created black holes, and a shield made from the skin of an ancient star.

Goku didn’t look worried.

He began to glow with a blinding white light.

“Haaaaaaa!”

Goku’s scream shook the entire Ultimate Domain.

He moved so fast that he seemed to exist in four places at once.

He punched the dimension-piercing spear, snapping it in half.

He kicked the star-shield, sending it spinning into the void.

He grabbed the time-freezing bell and crushed it in his bare hand.

Within seconds, five Axiom-level generals were laying on the white floor, their powers broken and their spirits crushed.

Goku stood in the center, not even breathing hard.

The remaining sixteen generals looked at their fallen friends.

The Kizuki general stood up, his face twisted with a desperate, ugly rage.

He knew they couldn’t win with martial arts or standard laws.

“You forced my hand!” the Kizuki general screamed.

He reached into his own chest and pulled out a small, pulsing black box.

It was the Heart of a void creature, a forbidden treasure stolen from a dead Eternal Sovereign realm void creature.

As the box opened, a wave of “Anti-Existence” flooded the arena.

It was a power that even an Axiom Dominion being shouldn’t touch.

It was the opposite of life, the opposite of energy.

Goku’s silver glow began to dim.

He tried to punch the air, but the black mist clung to his arms, draining his strength.

He fell to one knee, his silver hair turning back to black.

“It’s over!” the general laughed maniacally.

“This treasure erases the concept of ‘strength’! You are becoming a mortal again!”

Ethan, sitting on his throne, tilted his head.

He looked at the black box.

“That’s a nasty little toy,” he muttered.

“But it’s still just a law. And I am the one who writes the laws here.”

Ethan snapped his fingers.

“You are not one man anymore.

You are the King of the Dragon Cluster.”

Suddenly, the black mist didn’t just stop; it exploded.

Goku stood up, and his aura changed.

It wasn’t silver anymore.

It was a deep, swirling cosmic gold, filled with the tiny “voices” of the trillions of beings living inside Ethan’s internal worlds.

Goku roared, and the sound was like a thousand universes beginning at once.

He flew forward, ignoring the “Anti-Existence” mist.

He grabbed the black box and ate it.

Literally.

He swallowed the forbidden treasure whole.

“Burp,” Goku said, a spark of black energy dancing in his eyes.

“That tasted like sour grapes.”

The generals froze.

They didn’t even try to run.

Goku moved through them like a reaper through wheat.

One punch, one kick, one blast of blue energy—it didn’t matter.

Within a minute, all twenty-one generals were piled in the center of the arena, unable to move.

Ethan stood up from his throne and walked down the invisible stairs.

“Good job, Goku,” Ethan said.

“They were tough!” Goku said, turning back to his normal self and rubbing the back of his head.

“Can we do it again sometime?”

“Maybe,” Ethan smiled.

Then, he waved his hand.

Poof.

Goku vanished.

The “Warrior of the Narrative” was turned back into pure information and stored back in the Dragon Ball world within Ethan’s body.

To Ethan, it had just been a fun experiment to see if his created beings could handle real-world “NPCs.”

Ethan looked at the twenty-one broken generals.

“My World Tree is hungry,” Ethan whispered.

The ground beneath the generals opened up.

Giant, glowing roots, covered in eyes and mouths, shot out from the void.

It drank their Axiom laws, their memories, and their very souls.

Ethan felt a surge of heat in his chest.

The World Tree grew ten times larger in an instant, its leaves now shining with the “Positive” power it had been missing.

His requirements for the five positive beings were not only met but exceeded.

Ethan closed the Ultimate Domain.

He was back in the grey void of the trial ground.

He felt stronger than ever.

But before he could even take a breath, the very fabric of the universe began to scream.

A voice, cold and mechanical, boomed across every dimension, every planet, and every soul in existence.

It was the voice of the Will of the Eternal domain.

[WORLD WIDE ANNOUNCEMENT]

[The Anomaly, Ethan Hunt, has reached a forbidden threshold.]

[Every candidate in the Trial of the throne of destiny is now granted the temporary power of an Axiom Dominion Realm being and allowed to enter every realities free of cost.]

[A mission has been issued to all: Kill Ethan Hunt.]

[The individual who delivers the final blow will gain two wishes. These wishes can rewrite any law, revive any soul, or grant the position of Supreme Ruler of Reality.]

[The hunt begins now.]

Boom!

The announcement shook the stars.

Every candidates felt unbound power coursing through their bodies.

They were all boosted to the level of the generals Ethan had just killed.

Ethan stood alone in the void.

He could feel it.

Millions of “Axiom” auras were lighting up across the realities like a swarm of angry hornets.

Every single one of them was a “protagonist” in their own right, and now they all had the ultimate motivation to kill him.

Ethan sighed.

He looked at the “empty” space above.

“I just stumbled upon the truth,” Ethan said, his voice cold and sharp.

“That’s all.

Why do you have to try so hard to kill me?”

He looked at the horizon.

Countless portals were opening.

He could see the first wave of candidates approaching.

There were thousands of them, each radiating a power that could crush a normal axiom dominion being.

They were cracking their knuckles, their eyes filled with greed for the “two wishes.”

“You are making an irreconcilable enemy out of me for no reason,” Ethan whispered.

His hair began to flutter as his own Origin Paragon aura rose to meet the coming storm.

“Once I break these shackles of yours, you motherfuckers will have nowhere to run.”

Ethan drew the Sword of Infinity.

The blade didn’t just glow; it hummed with the sound of a billion worlds.

He was one man against a million “gods,” but for the first time, he wasn’t acting.

He was ready to paint the void red.