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Chapter 495: Using the time field to become a god

The level 2 monster died messily.

Ethan’s main body stood over the creature, the knife in his hand dripping with black ichor. The thing had been ugly, all teeth and claws and desperate hunger, but it had also been slow and restricted.

[Level 2 Monster Eliminated

Points Gained: 10]

Ten points.

He used to get thirty for similar kills when he was level 1. The reduction should have bothered him.

But Ethan simply wiped the blade clean on the monster’s hide and stood.

He had gained his initial points.

[Name: Ethan Hunt

Level: 2

Evolution Points: 10/15000]

If he did nothing and wait, he would need 11 days to break though to the next level. But founder would keep sending him monsters. He would level up even faster.

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On the battlefield world, Ethan’s clone stood at the edge of the supply depot and watched the horizon burn.

Artillery fire lit the distant tree line in strobing flashes. Somewhere out there, Max was leading Team Ragnarok into another skirmish. Erina was with them, her silver hair probably stained with mud and blood by now, her rifle spitting death at anything that moved too close.

The clone’s hands rested on the railing of the observation platform. His knuckles were white.

”I need to become stronger fast.”

He had been telling himself that since arriving. But caution had held him back. The god clan’s observers might notice if he suddenly vanished into a temporal acceleration field.

They might ask for explanation.

But the battlefield didn’t care about caution. The monsters didn’t care about stealth. And Ethan’s family was out there somewhere, scattered across this world like seeds in the wind, waiting to be found.

”I am still only level one,” his main body had said. ”We have time.”

Time.

Did they, though?

Every day that passed was a day the god clan’s young prodigies spent growing stronger. Every hour was an hour his family spent trapped in bodies that didn’t remember their true selves, living lives that weren’t truly theirs.

The clone reached inside his inner world and felt the cold surface of the space cube.

The device that could bend time itself, compressing centuries into heartbeats. His main body had left it with him before entering Elysium, uncertain of what awaited in the castle. Now his main body wanted it back, but not before the clone put it to use.

”Five hours,” the clone whispered. ”That’s all I need.”

Five hours outside. Inside the cube, with the temporal field set to maximum acceleration, five hours would become

He did the math.

One million times acceleration. Five hours external time equaled five million hours internal.

Five million hours.

Divided by twenty-four hours in a day.

Divided by three hundred sixty-five days in a year.

Five hundred seventy years.

Almost six centuries of solitary training, compressed into a single afternoon on the battlefield.

The clone’s heart hammered against his ribs. Five hundred seventy years alone, would make him invincible in this world. It would change him. It would reshape him into something unrecognizable.

But that was the point.

He looked at the horizon one more time. Saw the flashes of combat. Imagined Erina fighting for her life while he stood here, paralyzed by caution.

”No more waiting.”

He turned and walked away from the observation platform, slipping through the station’s corridors until he found an abandoned cargo bay. The space was large enough, secluded enough. No cameras. No witnesses.

He activated the space cube.

The world dissolved.

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Five hours later

The clone stepped out of the space cube and into the cargo bay.

Five hundred seventy years had passed for him. For the station, only five hours had elapsed. The artificial lights still hummed. The distant sounds of combat still echoed through the corridors.

But everything else had changed.

He looked at his hands and saw flesh that had been reforged a million times. He looked at his reflection in the cargo bay’s polished walls and saw eyes that had witnessed centuries of solitude.

The system displayed his new parameters:

[Master: Ethan Hunt]

Physique: Primordial

Spirit: Primordial

Talent: Infinite Comprehension]

No numbers. No levels. No need for such crude measurements anymore.

He was the absolute top of this world’s hierarchy.

”I hope, after I finish this world’s task, the main body will reach level one hundred using the cube,” the clone thought.

Then he turned and walked toward the battlefield.

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The Front Line

The battle was going badly.

Ethan’s clone arrived at the edge of the conflict zone and saw everything with perfect clarity. Not just the surface details, the monsters charging, the soldiers firing, the bodies littering the blood-soaked ground, but the underlying currents of power that shaped the fight.

The monsters were star tier creatures, each one capable of tearing through a squad of ordinary soldiers. The human defenders were outnumbered three to one, their ammunition running low, their morale crumbling.

Max was holding the center of the line, his energy techniques flaring as he cut down one monster after another. But even he was flagging. Blood ran from a gash on his forehead. His movements had lost their earlier precision.

Mira fought beside him, her daggers flashing, but her left arm hung at an unnatural angle. Broken.

Kael had been driven back to the supply crates, firing his heavy weapon in desperate bursts. Dorian was nowhere to be seen, perhaps dead, perhaps simply hidden.

And Erina.

Ethan’s clone found her at the far end of the line, surrounded by three monsters that had broken through the defensive perimeter. Her rifle clicked empty. She drew her sidearm and fired, dropping one, but the other two kept coming.

She was going to die.

The clone took a single step forward.

The battlefield stopped.

Not slowed. Not frozen in the way that time manipulation sometimes created. Stopped. Every monster, every soldier, every falling leaf and spinning bullet hung motionless in the air as if the universe itself had pressed pause.

Ethan’s clone walked through the frozen chaos with his hands behind his back. His footsteps made no sound. His presence left no ripple in the stillness.

He reached the center of the battlefield and stopped.

He looked at the monsters, thousands of them, each one frozen in mid-lunge, their claws extended, their teeth bared. Creatures that had been designed to kill, bred for war, empowered by the dark energies.

They were nothing now.

The clone took a second step.

Every monster on the battlefield dissolved into cosmic particles.

Not exploded. Not incinerated.Their bodies separated into their constituent atoms, then further into the fundamental particles that underlay all matter, and then further still into nothing at all.

They did not scream. They did not suffer. They simply ceased to exist.

The soldiers stared at empty space where their enemies had been. Weapons fell from nerveless fingers. Jaws dropped. Eyes widened.

Max stood frozen, his energy technique still crackling around his fist, his target simply gone. He looked around wildly, trying to understand what had just happened.

”Did anyone see” he started.

No one had.

Mira was checking her broken arm, her face pale with shock. Kael had stopped firing, his heavy weapon smoking in the sudden silence. And Erina

Erina stood at the far end of the line, her empty sidearm still raised, her silver hair wild around her face. She had been inches from death. She had seen death coming, had accepted it, had pulled the trigger knowing it wouldn’t be enough.

And then the monsters had vanished.

”What...” she whispered. ”What happened?”

Ethan’s clone watched from the edge of the tree line, still in his errand boy form, still looking like nothing more than a frightened civilian who had wandered into a war zone.

He shook his head with a small smile.

Not yet, he thought. Not time to reveal himself. Not time to explain that he had just spent five centuries becoming a god while they had been fighting for their lives for five hours.