Infinite Returns : The More I Give, The Stronger I Become-Chapter 63: My own realm

Chapter 63: My own realm

Ethan couldn’t help but be surprised. His class was way too powerful.

"Damn."

[What did you expect? This is a Transcendent-rank class.]

[You might be the only one with this class rank.]

Ethan’s ears twitched.

"I might be? Meaning it’s not certain?"

[Yes. We never know.]

Ethan nodded—understandable. "But how can I accept having anything less than the best with you here?"

"With a system that lets me have everything I want, as long as I have enough points?"

"It would be a disgrace to my name—The Merchant of the World."

He paused, scratching his chin with a pensive expression.

"No... I think the name Allholder is more fitting here."

"Well, bref—you get me, right?"

[To go beyond Transcendent, you will need an astronomical number of points.]

"How many?"

[You don’t want to know, Host.]

"Just tell me."

[You will shout in anger.]

Ethan’s lips twitched.

"I’m changing, man. I don’t do that anymore. Just tell me and don’t waste my time."

[It will cost thousands upon thousands of quintillions of karmic points.]

Ethan stood there, mind blank. He wasn’t even able to react because—

He simply couldn’t fathom that number.

Because you only react to things you can understand, and have some notion of.

But this? Thousands upon thousands of quintillions of karmic points?

Yeah, leave that.

"Never mind, system. Forget I asked."

He shut his mind off to the matter, deciding never to think about it again.

He didn’t want to get depressed by his own poverty.

Poverty.

If Ethan dared to say that to anyone—anyone—with all the goods and riches he held in his inventory... he’d never see the light of day again.

"I want to try Myth Rewrite."

Instantly, a panel appeared in front of him.

This one was different. Not the system, not the Tower.

This panel was solely for his skill Myth Rewrite.

<What do you wish to sacrifice?>

Ethan looked at the panel with curiosity.

"How interesting." He smiled softly, his black-and-white eyes glowing with mysterious light.

"Do you have any idea about this?" he asked.

[Certain skills are special. Yours seems to be one of them.]

Ethan nodded absentmindedly, because right now, his mind was entertaining something... absurd.

But he immediately shook his head.

’Not yet,’ he said quietly in his mind—unheard by the system.

Then he smiled beautifully.

"Well, let’s try this skill."

"What do I wish to sacrifice, hmm?"

A title or a claimed truth.

But—

"What does it mean, a claimed truth?"

[It’s something you believe is true. It might not be objectively true—but if you believe it, it becomes a claimed truth. Because you’ve claimed it as truth.]

"Oh..."

Ethan nodded.

"Something I claim to be the truth... So it has to be something I believe in."

This... This could be used in truly unexpected ways.

"I’m becoming more and more obscene."

Ethan shook his head in pity.

Not for himself—but for his enemies.

He was almost unfair at this point. But—

"Since the day I awakened, I was already unfair."

"Dear skill, I will sacrifice my title: Savior of the People."

That was the least important title—and he could always create another one himself with enough points.

<Your sacrifice has been accepted. What do you wish for?>

Ethan thought for a moment, but he didn’t need long.

Lately, there was one thing he wanted.

"A realm. I want a realm that will be connected to my coins, so that those who have them—my customers—can access the realm if they wish to meet me."

<Your wish—>

"Tut tut tut. Dear skill, calm down—I’m not done yet."

"Maybe I don’t need to say it, but you never know. I want absolute power over that realm. And whoever enters it must have no power to affect anything within it."

Silence.

"I’m done now. You can do your thing," Ethan said, waving his hand dismissively, as if speaking to a subordinate.

<Your wish has been heard.>

<Analyzing your wish to determine if your sacrifice is enough...>

<Ding! It is not enough.>

<Please sacrifice more.>

Ethan’s lips twitched.

"Dude. I sacrificed a whole title."

"What do you mean it’s not enough?"

[Your wish is not an easy one, Host. You must understand that.]

Sigh.

"I sacrifice the title: The Anomaly."

It was the title he had just received—and it didn’t matter.

He didn’t like it very much anyway.

Ethan muttered as his fingers trembled slightly.

<Ding! Your wish has been accepted.>

<What will be the name and environment of your realm?>

"The name will be: Nexavran, The Vault Below All Things."

"And as for the environment...?"

Ethan rubbed his chin softly.

"An illusive realm. The sky will be a fusion of stars, heavenly and demonic phenomena. At the center, I want a simple table."

"With my throne—a throne made of all precious things I can afford with the things I’ve sacrificed. Make it a mix of good and bad. Heaven, demon, human, gods—everything."

"The table should be special too. Let it be a table that reflects all things. Even if a being comes here trying to act—let the table reflect their true self."

Ethan smiled.

"That’s all."

<...Ding! Confirmed.>

After a couple of seconds...

Ethan instantly felt a connection.

A connection to somewhere. To a place.

To—

<Your realm has been created. Nexavran is now fully functional.>

The panel disappeared.

Ethan didn’t waste any more time. He had an instinctive feeling—he could enter this realm whenever he wished.

So he did just that.

WHSOOOH—

Ethan disappeared... and appeared in a mysterious realm.

The sky was a mix of all things. Stars so beautiful they felt timeless. Heavenly and demonic phenomena surged across the horizon: an old man with a long beard grasping the concept of space... a colossal demon with infinite eyes seeing the tapestry of fate.

It was dreadful—but also beautiful, in its own way.

The realm was calm. Serene.

At its center stood a throne whose grandeur could make all beings on the 10th floor kneel in awe.

Crafted from the bones of legendary beasts: dragons, heavenly turtles, phoenixes, tigers.

The blood of a demonic kraken. The throat of a hollow banshee. The sword of a sword saint.

The heart of an elder elf. The wings of an archangel.

And all of it mixed together into something...

Perfect.

Even Ethan—one used to treasures beyond most people’s dreams—was awestruck by this throne.

He walked forward slowly, until he reached it, and sat.

The moment he did, his figure shifted—becoming formless, like a shadow.

When you looked at him, you saw a mass of darkness in human form, with eyes that seemed to have seen all the universe’s mysteries.

Ethan sat calmly. He rested his right arm on the armrest, crossed one leg over the other, and leaned his head gently to the side.

At that moment... he was no longer Ethan Yagami.

At that moment—

He was The Merchant Beneath the World.

—End of Chapter 63—