Ethan placed the last of the ingredients on the table and studied them without hurry. Each item had been collected from different regions, guarded heavily, and recorded in military logs as rare and unstable. To him, they were simply components that obeyed underlying rules that most people never touched.
He lifted his hand slightly. The ingredients rose into the air at once, suspended as if gravity had lost its authority in the room. None of them collided or drifted randomly. They held precise positions around him, forming an ordered pattern that only he could interpret.
The ingredients began to change.
Not through heat or mixing, but through direct rewriting. Their properties adjusted, their instability reduced, and their harmful elents separated as if reality itself was filtering them. Slowly, a deep red liquid ford at the center of the floating arrangent. It condensed without container or pressure, as though it had always been waiting to exist in that exact state.
Ethan opened his eyes again and watched the result. There was no satisfaction or excitent on his face. It was simply complete.
He wasn’t helping the people of this was randomly. He had a purpose behind it.
He still did not fully understand Elysium or this outer world, but he knew he was reaching the final point of evolution as his main body had already found the source of infinity.
Now this clone would beco a complete new enitity who would operate outside of everything. For that, Ethan felt that he would need this tower and he would need subordinates as well. Because this world was the last world he reincarnated. After the main body surpass level 140, he would strike the god realm.
And this clone would be sent out to see if there was a any higher version of Elysium or not. Because Elysium was still made of broken law of Infinity. Was there a world made of true Infintiy? He would find out soday.
Ethan looked at the finished antidote and spoke quietly to himself.
"Let’s move."
Ethan walked out of the room holding a small glass vial filled with red liquid. It was not glowing or reacting in any visible way. It looked simple, almost ordinary, which made it harder for anyone else to trust.
Outside the room, Max and the others were already waiting. They had clearly been there for so ti. Their expressions were tense, as if they had been arguing silently while waiting for results.
When Max saw Ethan, he imdiately stepped forward.
"Did you succeed?" Mira asked before anyone else could speak.
Ethan did not answer imdiately. He raised the vial slightly so they could all see it clearly.
"This is the antidote," he said. "Swallow it and the problem will be resolved."
Max took a half step forward but stopped. He stared at the vial with uncertainty. He had seen many healers, doctors, and researchers in his life. None of them had ever solved this condition so quickly. Ethan was not registered as any kind of expert. He was, on record, an ordinary person with no background that explained this result.
Max tightened his grip slightly. He was not afraid of Ethan directly, but he was afraid of trusting sothing he did not understand.
Before anyone could decide, the air in the area changed.
A heavy presence descended over the camp. It was not loud or flashy. It was simply there, pressing down on everything at once. Conversations stopped. Movent slowed. Even breathing felt slightly heavier.
A man walked into view from the distance with calm steps. His posture was straight, and his hands were placed behind his back. He did not look rushed or curious. He looked like soone who already understood everything in front of him and had co only to confirm details.
Max recognized him imdiately.
"Uncle Rozer," Max said, his voice tightening.
Rozer did not respond at first. His eyes scanned the area once, then settled on the vial in Max’s hand.
"I am here on your father’s request," Rozer said calmly. "Hand that over. We will examine it before any use."
The soldiers in the camp began to react almost imdiately. Many of them dropped to one knee out of instinct. The commander of the base arrived shortly after, breathing heavily as he hurried forward.
"Your Majesty," the commander said respectfully. "We were not inford of your arrival. We would have prepared everything properly."
Rozer raised one hand slightly.
"There is no need for preparation. I am here for a personal matter. Leave us."
The commander hesitated for a mont, then noticed Ethan standing calmly near Max. His expression changed slightly as he processed the situation.
"Sir," the commander said, his tone lowering. "Is this the one responsible for the issue? I can remove him imdiately."
The temperature in the air seed to drop after that sentence.
Rozer turned his head slightly.
"Leave," he said again, this ti with a colder tone.
The commander stiffened. Without another word, he bowed and withdrew with the soldiers following behind him. Even the sound of their footsteps faded quickly, leaving only the core group behind.
Max slowly handed the vial to Rozer.
Rozer examined it briefly, then placed it into a space ring without further comnt. After that, his attention shifted fully to Ethan.
"You are the one who created this?" Rozer asked.
Ethan nodded slightly. "Yes."
Rozer stepped forward. His presence intensified, not explosively, but in a controlled pressure that made weaker individuals instinctively step back. Even Max felt it pressing against his chest.
"Then you should understand sothing," Rozer said. "If this harms Max in any way, your life will not be protected by anyone, not even Erina’s family."
Max quickly raised his hand. "Uncle, please do not scare him like that."
Rozer did not respond. His gaze remained fixed on Ethan. There was sothing off about the young man. Ethan was too stable. There was no visible fear, no hesitation, no attempt to defend himself verbally. It was as if Rozer’s presence had no emotional weight at all.
That was not normal.
Ethan smiled lightly. "You should be careful when you release your aura like that. There is sothing attached to it. A small parasite that feeds on your energy. It grows stronger when you act like that."
The silence that followed was imdiate and heavy.
No one in the group understood what he ant, but Rozer did not move. His expression changed for the first ti and it was a drastic change.
"How do you know about it?" Rozer asked instantly.
The question carried a shift in tone. It was no longer about the antidote. It was about suspicion. Sothing deeper had been exposed, and Rozer was trying to asure the risk.
Max frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Rozer ignored him. His attention locked onto Ethan more sharply.
"That is not information you should have," Rozer said coldly.
The implication behind those words was clear. Anyone who knew about it without authorization was either extrely dangerous or already involved in sothing far beyond normal boundaries. For Rozer, that left only one conclusion that made sense in the mont.
Ethan might need to be eliminated.
Max sensed the shift instantly. His throat went dry.
"Uncle Rozer, wait," Max said quickly.
Erina stepped forward without hesitation and stood between Rozer and Ethan. Her posture was steady, but her eyes showed concern. She did not fully understand what was happening, but sothing inside her told her that moving away would be a mistake.
Ethan looked at Rozer again, still calm.
"You are thinking about removing ," Ethan said. "That is unnecessary. If you try to use even a small portion of your strength here, the parasite will not remain small. It will evolve within 10 days. Then it will start consuming your life force."
Rozer’s expression tightened.
Ethan took one step forward.
The atmosphere changed instantly.
Rozer felt sothing shift inside his perception. It was not pressure from outside. It was more like his internal sense of strength becoming unreliable. His control over his own power flickered for a brief mont, as if sothing had disconnected his access to it.
He attempted to move. His body did not respond imdiately.
A second step.
Now Rozer felt sothing deeper. His entire system of strength felt distant, like it was being viewed through glass rather than experienced directly. His instincts scread danger, but he could not locate the source in ti.
He felt like he was a small child standing infront of a Cosmic beast.
Ethan raised his hand and placed it gently on Rozer’s head.
There was no dramatic force visible to anyone else. No explosion or visible energy release. But Rozer felt everything inside him being pulled outward in a controlled extraction. It was not painful at first. It felt like layers of sothing hidden were being peeled away.
Then he saw it.
A small distorted presence, almost like a black insect shaped from corrupted intent, was being pulled out from his own aura structure. It struggled briefly, then collapsed under the extraction completely.
At the sa mont, the pressure around them vanished.
Rozer gasped slightly as his strength returned, clearer than before. His senses sharpened in a way he had not experienced in years. It felt like weight he had been carrying for a long ti had suddenly disappeared.
His knees hit the ground.
He lowered his head.
"Please forgive your Majesty," Rozer said quietly. "I was arrogant."
Max stared in complete shock. He had never seen Rozer kneel before anyone.
Rozer was one of the strongest humans alive on par with his grand father but now he knelt down infront of an insignificant human.
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