My Infinite Cultivation System

Alex’s mind was reeling from the scene before him. Fifty enormous thrones filled the massive hall, and each throne radiated enough pressure to crush an entire planet. Each throne had someone sitting on them. Behind each throne, ten individuals stood silently like statues, and among them stood the being whom Alex had thought was one of the most powerful in existence.

Sage Merlin. The old man who had guided him here and who had spoken of cosmic truths like they were breakfast conversation was standing behind someone else’s throne like a subordinate.

Just who are these people?

Alex’s legs felt weak, and his instincts screamed at him to bow, to kneel, or to do anything that would not offend the beings seated before him. Every fiber of his being recognized that he was standing in the presence of entities that could erase him from existence with a single thought.

Then Merlin stepped forward.

The old sage’s eyes narrowed, and despite the overwhelming pressure in the hall, Merlin’s voice carried a tone of mock anger.

"Boy, you have really hidden well."

Alex blinked, and his fear momentarily confused by Merlin’s familiar attitude. "Sage Merlin, what did I hide?"

Merlin walked closer, and his beard twitched with barely contained emotion.

"You have a chaos level talent," Merlin said as he pointed a finger at Alex. "That is why the universe could not perceive it, and you did not even tell me that."

"Oh, that?" Alex said as he forced a casual tone despite his racing heart. "I awakened it automatically. You know that I awakened my talents from the tower, right? This talent was probably my true talent or something, and it awakened later. I thought it was nothing special."

He said this with wide, innocent eyes.

Merlin’s face twitched violently.

Nothing special? A chaos level talent was nothing special?

The old sage opened his mouth to unleash a tirade about how chaos level talents appeared once every billion eras and how they defied the very laws of the multiverse, and how Alex’s casual ignorance was making his eye physically spasm.

But a hand rose.

Merlin stopped instantly. The gesture was gentle, almost lazy, but the authority behind it was absolute, and every being in the hall fell silent. Even the pressure emanating from the fifty thrones seemed to still.

Alex’s gaze followed the hand to its owner.

The man seated on the throne was ordinary, at least that was the first thought that crossed Alex’s mind. He looked like someone whom you might pass on the street without a second glance, with brown hair, calm brown eyes, and a face that held no remarkable features.

But the longer Alex looked, the more wrong that assessment became. The ordinariness was a mask beneath which lay something vast, something that made the concept of infinity feel small. Alex’s instincts, which had never failed him, were screaming louder than ever before.

This being could destroy the multiverse, not a planet, not a galaxy, not even a single universe, but the entire multiverse.

"I am Alexander Cromwell," the man said in a calm tone. "It is nice to meet you, Alex."

His voice carried no pressure and no authority, but it was simply pleasant like a warm breeze on a summer day.

Alex found himself relaxing despite the overwhelming presence of the other forty nine thrones.

He quickly used Eye of Revelation.

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[Name: Alexander Cromwell]

[Talent: Production (Genesis), Genesis Lightning (Genesis), Illusion (Genesis)]

[Rank: Multiversal Supreme]

[Note: He can produce anything which does not surpass his limit as long as he has enough energy for that.]

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Three Genesis talents.

Alex’s mind went blank for a moment. He had seen powerful talents before, and but three Genesis talents on one person was something else entirely. The ability to produce anything made his head spin.

"Whoa. What a powerful talent!"

However, he did not dare make a move because he knew that if he took a single step toward Alexander, he would be erased before his foot touched the ground. He would not be killed but erased as if he had never existed.

Alex bowed slightly and kept his movements measured and respectful.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. It is an honor to be in your presence."

Alexander nodded slowly, and his brown eyes studied Alex with an intensity that belied their calm appearance.

"Not too arrogant and not too timid. You have a good temperament."

A ripple of murmurs passed through the beings behind the thrones, and Alex caught snippets of conversation such as "interesting choice," "Alexander rarely praises anyone," and "chaos talent indeed," but he kept his focus on the man before him.

Alexander leaned forward slightly.

"I will not keep you in suspense. You have a chaos grade talent which is a stuff of myth in our multiverse, so I want to take you as my disciple. What do you think?"

Boom.

Alex did not think, he did not hesitate, and he did not even consider the possibility of refusal. His knees hit the ground before Alexander had finished speaking.

"Disciple is willing," Alex said with genuine enthusiasm in his voice. "Thank you, Master, for lending me your thick thigh."

"Cough, cough"

"I mean, thank you for taking me in, Master."

He slammed his forehead against the ground in a full kowtow.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Merlin’s face turned red, then purple, and then a shade that should not have been possible for a complexion. His beard quivered, and his hands trembled.

Was he always this shameless?

The old sage replayed every interaction that he had ever had with Alex in his mind, including the respectful demeanor, the careful words, and the measured responses.

"Why did I not notice it before? Damn it. My reputation is gone."

He could feel the amused gazes of the other sages and guardians behind the thrones. Some of them were openly smirking, others had raised their eyebrows, and a few looked genuinely entertained.

Merlin wanted to disappear into a hole.

Alexander, however, smiled lightly. The Multiversal Supreme’s expression held no disdain, and if anything, there was a glimmer of amusement in his calm brown eyes.

"You can come with me for cultivation," Alexander said. "Do you have anything to finish in your home?"

Alex rose from his kowtow, and his expression shifted from shameless disciple to serious young man in an instant.

"Master, currently my planet is going under the racial trial, and within a month, the great races would attack my race combinedly. I need to go back to my planet and solve the problem first."

He spoke with genuine urgency because Earth was in danger and his people were in danger. No amount of powerful mentors or chaos talents would matter if he returned to ashes.

Alexander tilted his head slightly.

"Trial?"

He said the word like someone who was encountering an interesting insect.

"Oh, I am sorry. I should have taken care of that already."

The casualness with which he spoke made Alex’s heart skip a beat because a racial trial that determined the fate of entire species was being treated like a minor inconvenience.

"Do not worry. Consider the trial is finished now. Merlin will take care of it. Come back after saying goodbye to your family, and Merlin will escort you."

Finished? Just like that?

Alex wanted to ask how, and he wanted to know what had happened, but one look at Alexander’s calm expression told him that such questions were unnecessary. When a Multiversal Supreme said that something was done, it was done.

"Thank you, Master," Alex said as he bowed again.

Alexander nodded.

Then everything vanished.

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Alex found himself standing in a void with Merlin. The transition had been instantaneous because one moment he was in the grand hall with fifty thrones, and the next moment he was floating in endless darkness with only the old sage for company.

Stars glittered in the distance, and galaxies swirled like cosmic pinwheels. Somewhere out there, Earth was waiting.

Alex turned to Merlin.

"Sage, I came here from the tower of inheritance, did I not? Then why do you have to escort me?"

Merlin’s expression shifted from embarrassment to something more serious.

"About that. I teleported your true body here, so you will have to go there manually, and you cannot directly use teleportation from this place because the space is chaotic."

He waved his hand, and a path of starlight appeared before them.

"Do not worry. I will carry you there."

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Earth.

The planet was burning.

Noah stood at the forefront of humanity’s defense line, and his star level battle suit gleamed under the light of explosions. Beside him, two other humans who were clad in similar suits waited with grim expressions.

The racial trial had given them one month, but the great races had attacked faster.

"The trial said that we have one month," Noah said, and his voice was cold as frozen steel. "Why are you attacking us now?"

Across the battlefield, the dragon general laughed with a sound like grinding boulders.

"The trial said that you will definitely be attacked by us in a month" the general said with a cruel smile. "But it did not say that we cannot attack before that time."

The vampire prince stepped forward, and his pale features were arranged in what he probably thought was a charming expression.

"Noah, if you come with me calmly, I will protect you and your family from this destruction."

Before Noah could respond, a roar echoed across the battlefield.

"Motherfucker. How dare you kill one of us? We will flatten you today."

An ancient human who was massive, brutish, and covered in scars stomped forward. Behind him, an army of similarly enraged warriors followed because the king had gone crazy when two of his people had died, and he had ordered the final battle to begin immediately.

Noah’s jaw tightened.

"Is that so? Then we have nothing to do but fight."

"Khekhekhe! Your confidence is coming from those three suits?" A dark humanoid creature asked. "That is interesting, but those suits only last for ten minutes, do they not?"

The voice cut through the chaos, and it was cracked and broken like stones grinding together.

"Ten minutes is more than enough."

Noah turned.

A dark humanoid creature stepped out of the shadows. Its body seemed to absorb light, its eyes were pits of absolute darkness, and its smile was wrong.

Noah felt unease crawl down his spine. He did not know which race those dark creatures belonged to because the trial had not mentioned them.

But they felt very, very dangerous.

"Who are you?" Noah demanded.

The dark creature tilted its head.

"We are the ones who will inherit this universe and every other universes."