Ethan's main body sat quietly inside the sealed room, the air around him completely undisturbed. The faint glow of the Cube hovered above his palm. Its surface reflected layered geometric patterns, and every turn produced a subtle distortion in the surrounding space.
A slow smile formed on his face. He had finally found a method to increase his strength at an unprecedented pace. However, raw resources were still necessary. Without sufficient materials, even the most powerful tool would remain underutilized.
Ethan raised his head slightly and spoke in a calm tone.
"Sir, I want to have an audience with you."
The moment the words left his mouth, the space in front of him trembled faintly. No light appeared, and no sound echoed. Instead, the air folded inward as if someone had peeled open reality itself. A tall figure appeared silently inside the room. The Founder stood there with his hands behind his back, his expression was composed and indifferent.
