"Hahahahahahahha," Ethan started laughing like a mad man.
The sound echoed unnaturally in the space around him, as if even the air itself could not properly contain the weight behind his laughter. It was not simple amusent. It was not relief. It was sothing deeper, sothing that bordered on madness yet carried a terrifying clarity within it.
He found his self of supremacy again.
For a long ti, that sense had been buried under uncertainty, under limitations, under forces that stood far above him. Now, it returned with overwhelming intensity, as if it had never truly left him.
His ultimate talent did not disappoint him.
It was beyond his expectations. It was not just powerful. It was absolute in a way that made everything else seem trivial. Every previous doubt he had ever held about his path vanished without resistance.
"Let’s fuck up those two motherfuckers and the god races," he thought with a devilish smile.
The thought ca naturally to him. There was no hesitation, no fear, and no moral conflict. It was simply a conclusion based on his current position and future trajectory.
Lucious was around him, and he saw him smiling and laughing like a mad man.
Lucious narrowed his eyes slightly as he observed Ethan. The shift was too abrupt. Just a short while ago, Ethan had been different. There had been caution in him, calculation, even traces of restraint. Now, all of that seed to have been replaced by sothing far more dangerous.
"What’s wrong with him? Has he gone crazy?" he thought.
"Hero Lucious. I have sothing to ask of you," Ethan stood up and called him.
The tone alone was enough to make Lucious pause.
Ethan no longer felt inferior to anyone. With his ultimate talent, he could reach their level, and with his remaining nine talents, there were no existence in creation that could match him at the sa level.
This was not arrogance. It was a statent he had already verified within himself.
Besides, he had the Sword of Infinity as well. The final ga changer.
That weapon alone tilted the balance of countless possibilities in his favor. However, even with such overwhelming advantages, Ethan was not careless. Recklessness was not part of his nature.
But he needed to be careful about choosing his opponent.
If he chose an opponent and then another powerful one arrived, he would be in deep trouble.
Even overwhelming strength could beco aningless if used without strategy. Ethan understood that better than most.
Lucious was surprised. Ethan’s tone had completely changed. He was talking as if both of them were on the sa level, or as if Ethan was even higher.
Was that because of Null?
The thought crossed Lucious’s mind, but he did not let it show on his face.
But he did not want to ruin the relationship.
There was still value in maintaining a cooperative stance, at least for now.
"Yes?" he asked.
"I ca in Elysium with the help of soone. His family na is Irendale. I want you to go to that family and tell them Uzui is still alive outside. If you help , I will give you sothing very precious," Ethan said.
His voice was calm, controlled, and carried an underlying certainty that made it difficult to dismiss him.
"Very precious? Would you give , or ask from Lord Null?" Lucious asked with a furrowed brow.
Even though he was trying to keep his calm, he was not liking Ethan’s casual tone like this. After all, he was a hero, soone who stood at the peak of authority in the continent.
Ethan saw through his thoughts and smiled.
"I can give you so precious information, like in the fifth continent, beneath the willow tree of the Horatic Mountain range, there is a fruit of the sa calibre as what Null gave you. But it is protected by a level 200 monster with its minions."
He paused briefly, allowing the words to sink in.
"I have so more alluring information," he curled up his mouth.
Lucious swallowed his saliva.
The detail was too specific to ignore. It did not sound like a random bluff.
Was he telling the truth or bluffing?
That question lingered in Lucious’s mind, but curiosity began to outweigh doubt.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Why don’t you go and check? If it is true, deliver my ssage. If it is not, then you have nothing to lose," Ethan replied.
There was no pressure in his tone. No attempt to force agreent. That alone made it more convincing.
He left without saying anything, as he had many things to do.
Lucious was standing there for a long ti, even after Ethan left.
The silence around him felt heavier than before.
"What kind of existence is he?" he thought.
He could not categorize Ethan anymore. Not as an ally, not as a subordinate, and certainly not as soone predictable.
...
Ethan appeared in a corner of a forest.
The environnt shifted instantly around him, as if the previous space had never existed. The air was cooler here, filled with the scent of trees and damp soil.
His first target was to return to the tower. Then he would find all his family mbers, and then he would go to the god realm to deal with the god who sealed their mory.
A portal appeared in front of him.
It ford silently, without any fluctuation that could be detected by ordinary perception.
He stepped through the portal like he owned the tower.
There was no hesitation in his movent. No caution.
He did not care about the two supre primordial gods watching over it, nor was he concerned about the old man who sent him inside the Elysium.
At this point, those existences were no longer sothing he feared.
Ethan ca out from the portal and was standing in front of his clone.
His clone almost jumped out of fright.
He was a primordial in this world, the supre existence allowed.
So he was very relaxed. But suddenly, the portal appeared in front of him, and he could not even perceive its presence.
That alone was enough to shake him.
But when he saw it was his main body, he heaved a sigh of relief.
"Damn! I was frightened. At least give a heads up before you show up like a ghost," he said.
Ethan just smiled.
"You should now start preparing for the trial of taking over the tower. I will need it."
His tone was casual, but the aning behind it was absolute.
"Okay. I am entering inside Nini. Handle everything here," the clone said before entering inside the space cube.
Ethan did not wait any longer.
He went to find the remaining people.
His father and mother were selling bread in a shop.
Ethan went there but did not interrupt because soone else was also there.
The person sent by those gods to hunt down his family mbers.
[Na: Frener Garner
Realm: Eternal Singularity Realm
Level Equivalent: 10]
Ethan smiled.
He had truly crossed a huge threshold already.
Eternal Singularity Realm beings were like chickens to him, even worse who were once god like being for him.
The man ca to the shop where Ethan was already sitting as a custor.
The man ordered so bread and butter before sitting opposite Ethan.
Ethan was eating bread also.
His mother, Elina, served the dishes to the man.
Frener took one bite.
Blurgh!
He almost vomited.
His face twisted in disgust, far more exaggerated than necessary.
Then he roared.
"How dare you serve this garbage to ? Do you know who I am? You deserve a thousand deaths, you pathetic worms."
Jack appeared beside Elina.
"Sir, there must be so mistake. You can ask others. Our bread is very famous in this area," Jack said.
His voice remained controlled, but there was tension in his posture.
"You are saying I am lying?" Frener was shaking with anger.
A red destructive sphere appeared on his hand.
The energy inside it was unstable, dense, and destructive enough to erase everything in the shop instantly.
He was about to throw it toward them.
"Hahahahaha," suddenly soone burst into laughter.
The laughter was calm, controlled, and carried a mocking undertone.
"My friend, you surely know how to make jokes. You are a funny guy."
Ethan leaned back slightly, still holding a piece of bread in his hand, as if nothing unusual was happening.
His eyes t Frener’s, and for a brief mont, the atmosphere shifted.
Sothing invisible pressed down on the space between them.
It was subtle, yet undeniable.
Frener’s hand paused mid motion.
The destructive sphere flickered slightly, as if reacting to an unseen force.
Ethan took another bite of the bread, chewing slowly, without breaking eye contact.
The calmness in his behavior contrasted sharply with the violent intent in the air.
And that contrast alone began to create doubt in Frener’s mind.
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