My Infinite Cultivation System

Anna and the mysterious woman had hovered high above the estate, suspended in the quiet embrace of the night sky as though gravity itself had forgotten them. Their presence had gone entirely unnoticed. Not a single one among the six transcended disciples of Merlin, nor any guard, servant, or guest within the vast estate, had sensed even the faintest disturbance.

It was not due to carelessness or lack of awareness. It was because the woman who stood beside Anna possessed a power so overwhelming that concealment came to her as naturally as breathing. Reality itself seemed to cooperate with her will, bending gently so that she could pass unseen, unheard, and unfelt.

If Alex had been there at that moment, if his gaze had risen toward the heavens and caught sight of that woman, the shock would have shaken him to his very core. The realm she stood in was not merely beyond his comprehension. It was beyond the realm of what most beings could even imagine. Even those regarded as supreme beings would have seemed insignificant in her presence. Entities like her did not walk among mortals. They were whispered about in ancient texts, half-forgotten legends that scholars debated but never truly believed.

"Good," the woman had said, her voice carrying a calm authority that felt absolute. She had given a small nod, one that carried the weight of finality. "Then we shall depart at once."

Anna’s lips had trembled, though she had tried her best to remain composed. Her eyes had softened as they drifted downward, as though they could pierce through layers of distance and find the one person she wished to see the most.

"Alex... please wait for me," she had whispered, her voice so faint that even the wind had nearly stolen it away. A single tear had escaped her eye, trembling briefly before it began its descent toward the world below. "I will return to you someday. And when I do... you will no longer feel that I am a burden to your path. At least... I hope that will be true."

Her words had lingered in the silence, fragile and filled with longing.

Then, in the next instant, both figures had vanished.

There had been no flash of light, no distortion of space that could be perceived. One moment they had been there, and the next, they had ceased to exist within that piece of reality. The only remnant of their presence had been that solitary tear, glimmering faintly as it fell through the moonlit sky before disappearing into the darkness below.

Inside the grand hall, the atmosphere had been entirely different.

The celebration had reached its peak. Laughter, conversation, and admiration had filled every corner of the vast chamber. Yet the moment Alex stepped through the entrance, everything changed.

It was as though an invisible force had swept across the room.

Every single person present had turned toward him. And then, almost instinctively, they had bowed.

It had not been a gesture born out of courtesy. It had not been a sign of simple respect. It had been reverence. Deep, overwhelming reverence that came from a place far beyond conscious thought. Just weeks ago, many of these individuals would have spoken to him as an equal, some even with authority over him. Now, none of them felt worthy of standing upright in his presence.

Even the president and the vice president, individuals who once commanded power and influence over vast domains, had lowered their heads without hesitation.

Yet Alex had not acknowledged any of it.

His steps had been steady as he moved forward, his gaze fixed on a single figure standing near the center of the hall.

Elyndros.

The old man’s face had carried an expression of profound pride. There had been warmth in his eyes, a quiet satisfaction that no words could fully capture.

"Master," Alex had said as he approached him, his voice carrying sincerity that cut through the heavy silence. "What are you doing? Please do not bow before me. No matter how strong I become, I will always remain your disciple."

Elyndros had felt something stir deep within his chest. It had swelled until it felt as though his heart might burst. Pride, affection, and a sense of fulfillment that came only once in a lifetime had washed over him.

For a moment, he had been unable to speak.

Alex had then turned, his gaze shifting as he searched through the crowd.

"Darian," he had asked, a hint of curiosity beginning to form, "where is Anna? Has she not come to the celebration?"

Darian had shrugged slightly, his tone casual in a way that did not match the weight of the question.

"She left with her master."

Alex’s brows had drawn together.

"Master?" he had repeated, confusion beginning to take root. "Who are you referring to?"

Darian had spoken as though the answer was obvious.

"Master is master. The great master, of course."

Around them, members of the Celetus clan had nodded in agreement. Their expressions had been calm, untroubled. To them, there had been nothing unusual about Anna’s departure.

That was when something inside Alex had shifted.

A faint unease had crept into his mind, subtle at first, but growing steadily stronger.

"Rafael," he had said, his voice quieter now, edged with something darker, "what is happening here? Why does no one seem concerned about Anna leaving so suddenly?"

There had been a brief pause before Rafael responded.

[A portion of their memories has been altered.]

The words had fallen heavily.

[Someone with immense power has interfered. They have erased the truth and replaced it with something acceptable. No one here remembers what truly happened.]

Alex’s eyes had changed in that instant.

The warmth that had been present earlier had vanished, replaced by a coldness that felt almost alien.

Someone had taken Anna.

Yet there had been no struggle. No trace of force. No lingering presence that suggested hostility.

It had not felt like a kidnapping.

That realization had only made things worse.

His thoughts had begun to spiral.

Was there truly someone capable of doing this?

Someone beyond even the level of a sage?

And if such a being existed... what chance did he have?

Then it happened.

A sudden explosion of emotion surged from within him.

It had not been controlled. It had not been deliberate.

It had erupted.

A wave of bloodlust had burst forth from his body, expanding outward like a raging tsunami. The air itself had trembled under its weight. Yet within that overwhelming force, there had been something else.

Sorrow.

A deep, crushing sorrow that seemed to bleed into everything it touched.

Memories had begun to surface, one after another.

Anna’s laughter.

The way she had looked at him, always with quiet warmth.

The moments where she had stood beside him, offering support without expecting anything in return.

The tears she had shed for him.

The way she had tried so hard to be strong.

The more he remembered, the stronger the bloodlust had become.

It had grown wild, unstable, fueled by emotions he had never fully acknowledged before.

The two primordial beasts had emerged instantly from his shadow. Without hesitation, they had formed a protective barrier around him, isolating the surge of power so that it would not harm those nearby.

Alex’s eyes had turned a deep, unsettling red.

Even he had not realized how deeply he felt.

He had believed that he had everything under control. That his emotions were balanced, measured, contained.

But now, with Anna gone, there had been a void.

A piece of his life had been torn away, leaving behind an emptiness that he could no longer ignore.

It had consumed him.

"Ahhhh!"

The roar that had escaped him had not been human.

"I, Alex Moriary, swear upon my name... if even a single hair on your body is harmed... I will hunt down whoever is responsible across every timeline, every universe, every multiverse, every layer of reality that exists. I will not stop. I will find you."

His voice had cracked under the weight of his vow.

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the surge had collapsed.

His strength had given way.

He had fallen to the floor with a dull thud, his gaze lifting toward the distant sky.

And then the thought had struck him.

What if his master was not enough?

If that were true...

Then what hope did he have?

Far beyond the reach of that world, within the folds of reality itself, the mysterious woman had paused.

She had turned her head slightly, her gaze drifting backward as though she could see through countless layers of existence.

A faint smile had appeared on her lips.

"So... you do care for her," she had murmured softly. "But feelings alone will not be enough anymore. If you wish to stand beside her, you must prove that you are worthy. She is the sole heir that clan afterall."

Anna had remained unaware, her thoughts were distant, her heart was heavy.

The woman had raised her hand.

A strange seal had formed within her palm, intricate and ancient, radiating a presence that seemed to defy comprehension.

Without hesitation, she had cast it downward.

"Come and find her," she had whispered. "If you are truly the one destined for her."

Then, in the next instant, her speed had increased beyond perception, carrying both of them deeper into the unknown.

....

Swish! Swish!

The six disciples of Merline appeared in the hall. They had also felt that intense bloodlust.

"What happened?", one of them asked.

But Alex didn’t reply. He was still looking toward the sky.

Suddenly a sensation had caught Alex’s attention.

Something had appeared in his pocket.

His movements had been slow as he reached inside and pulled it out.

The moment the seal was revealed, everything changed.

The six transcended disciples of Merlin had dropped to their knees instantly.

There had been no hesitation.

No resistance.

They had not recognized the object, yet their very existence had reacted to it. Every instinct, every fragment of their being had screamed the same command.

Kneel.

Or be erased.

Yet Alex had felt nothing.

No pressure.

No fear.

Only a quiet curiosity.

He had activated his Eye of Revelation.

[Name: Seal of the Chaos Clan

Rank: Unknown]

For the first time, the ability had failed to provide answers.

He had stared at the seal in silence.

Then, slowly, his eyes had returned to normal.

"Chaos Clan..." he had murmured under his breath.

His expression had hardened, not with blind rage, but with something far more dangerous.

Clarity.

"I will find you."