Ethan sat cross-legged in the void, his posture relaxed, his breathing slow and even.
A Nexus Event.
That was what this place demanded of him.
Ethan rested his chin on his knuckles and pondered calmly. He did not rush his thoughts. For someone at his level, impatience was unnecessary. The first idea surfaced almost instantly, as if it had been waiting in the depths of his mind.
His Sword of Infinity.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
The sword had been forged by his former self long ago, back when power still felt scarce, back when amplification mattered. It had been created by directly connecting to his source, an act that only someone like him could perform without annihilating themselves.
Its ability was simple yet terrifying. It amplified power by up to one million times. No conditions. No restrictions. No matter how weak or strong the base power was, the multiplier remained absolute.
In any normal world, such an artifact would have been considered divine.
