"Impossible! How could this be?!"

The Witch Queen's face twisted in horror, her heart turbulent as crashing waves.

Heaven and Earth Might—this was a force that only those who stepped into the Zero Domain were even eligible to access. That's right—eligible, not guaranteed.

Out of ten people with the courage to sacrifice their grimoire, barely one would succeed.

The first hurdle was already so difficult—how could there possibly be a second success, let alone a third?

In all the ancient records she had read, there had never been a case like this.

One person gaining more than a dozen fragments of Heaven and Earth Might?

Was the world itself going insane?!

As the Heaven and Earth Might surged through him, there was only one word Ethan could use to describe the feeling:

"Ecstasy!"

It felt like returning to the womb, bathed in divine light.

Even his very soul felt washed clean—as if he were about to ascend and become a celestial being.

Bathed in this divine force, Ethan quickly did the math:

"Ten fragments... That's not even one-tenth of all the attributes I possess."

But thanks to earlier failures, he had learned something important—not all attributes were equally compatible.

In simple terms: success depended on his familiarity and depth of understanding.

Attributes like Poison or Sand, which he hardly ever used, had naturally failed.

They were like books stored on a shelf, never touched.

In contrast, Fire, Wind, and Light—the practical, frequently used attributes—succeeded with ease.

"It's giving me a choice, huh?" Ethan furrowed his brow.

He had a decision to make.

From the feedback of the world's consciousness, he understood that he could shed some of the Heaven and Earth Might to reconstruct the grimoires he had sacrificed.

Just like the Witch Queen—who, despite holding great might, still wielded her grimoires in battle.

The other option was to retain all the Heaven and Earth Might, keeping it undiminished—but permanently lose the sacrificed grimoires.

"This is clearly two entirely different paths..." Ethan analyzed instantly.

Option One: No real loss. He'd get back the grimoires plus the Heaven and Earth Might.

A hybrid fighting style using both Might and Magic.

The downside? A bit weaker compared to Option Two when on equal footing.

Option Two: Retain the full power of the Might.

But the grimoires and their forbidden spells would be gone, cutting his magical strength in half.

A clear loss in versatility and power.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind.

"Master, are you going through 'Heaven's Choice' right now? Don't even think—pick the third option!"

Ethan froze.

Third option?

"What third option?! Aren't there only two—sacrifice or reconstruct?"

"You never thought to ask?" the sword spirit snapped back.

...Ask?

Ask who? Ask the heavens?!

"Wait... no way... IT WORKED?!"

Ethan stood dumbfounded.

He had casually asked a rhetorical question—and the Heavenly Will actually answered him.

And even gave him... a third option.

"What the hell... there's actually a third option?"

Ethan was speechless—laughing and crying all at once.

Whoever discovered this must've been a total idiot.

Only a fool would ask if there was a third choice when Heaven and Earth gave you just two.

Still... he was grateful to that fool right now.

Because this third option solved everything.

"I choose... the third option!"

BOOM!

The sky hummed in resonance, responding to Ethan's choice.

A multicolored beam of light descended from the heavens, engulfing him completely.

"Please... give me something practical..." he murmured.

Within the divine radiance, Ethan could feel the Heaven and Earth Might he'd absorbed converging outward, ready to coalesce into a single item.

This was the third option's effect:

Forge a "Spirit Treasure" imbued with the original Might.

Retain all the functions of a grimoire.

Usable as a weapon in combat.

Compared to the first two choices, this was miles ahead—a total game-changer.

"Let it be a sword... or a spear... even a glaive would be fine..."

As the power surged in his palm, it began to shift and mold—like clay forming shape.

When the light faded, and the item took form, Ethan looked down at what he held.

His mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"A... a brick?"

What lay in his hand was a long, rectangular object—pitch black and smooth.

It looked exactly like a brick from a construction site.

The passionate flame in his heart snuffed out instantly.

"Well... I guess a brick's still something... At least all the functions are intact."

He sighed.

Unlucky, perhaps—but still fortunate in a way.

Despite its unimpressive appearance, the brick was a Heavenly Spirit Treasure.

"Congratulations, Master! This is a Heaven-level Spirit Treasure!

Most people who manage a third option only get regular ones—Earth-tier at best!"

The sword spirit's excited voice rang in his mind.

Hearing that, Ethan's mood improved.

Looking down at the brick, his gaze softened.

"Well then... let's see just how powerful you are."

Wielding the brick like a street brawler, Ethan hurled it with all his might.

As it left his hand, the brick grew in size—becoming a massive, mountain-like object as it shot toward the scarlet sky above.

BOOM!

Whether it was the result of the earlier damage or the sheer force of the Heaven-tier brick,

the entire crimson domain shattered.

The blood-red faded.

Sunlight returned to the earth.

Ethan was extremely pleased.

With a flick of his hand, the brick shrunk and flew back to him—returning to palm size.

"Not bad. I usually prefer swords or spears, but this... this works too."

He flashed a sly smile.

It was like a bizarre version of some mythical martial move—Flying Mountain Brick Technique.

Sure, it looked low-class—but the power was there.

"Now then, Witch Queen... it's time we settle—eh? Where'd she go?"

Ethan blinked and looked around.

There wasn't a soul in sight—just the remnants of their earlier battle.

"She ran off the moment you obtained all those fragments of Heaven and Earth Might,"

the sword spirit said casually, brushing her hair.

Back then, the domain had still been up—she couldn't have stopped her even if she'd wanted to.

"Tch. Who said villains are supposed to be dumb?"

Ethan scoffed.

Aren't villains supposed to wait around, let the hero power up, then charge in and get one-shotted?

Running away mid-fight like that... what kind of script was she following?

"Oh well... not like she's a threat to me anymore."

Ethan grinned and looked at the brick in his hand.

Sure, the Witch Queen had Triple Heaven Might, but he now had:

Eleven separate Heaven and Earth Might fragments,

All of them high-tier,

A Heaven-tier Spirit Treasure,

And his Emperor Sword.

Even in a life-or-death battle, he was confident he had at least a 20% edge over her.

And the best part?

"Let's see... I still have 180 unused attributes...

If I study them all properly—

That's 180 more fragments of Heaven and Earth Might!"

Even Ethan himself felt overwhelmed by the thought.

Even if each one was just a single-tier Heaven Might...

The sheer number would be enough to shake the heavens.

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