My Life Changed with the Unlimited System

Ethan's body surged with unnatural power, his form now radiating an intensity that even Reynard had not anticipated. The ground beneath his feet trembled as the raw energy within him surged, but the force did not feel like it belonged to him.

His eyes, once a clear reflection of his inner turmoil, were now a deep abyss of black with swirling gold streaks—an unsettling and ominous sight. He moved with fluid precision, but his every action seemed distant as if someone else were pulling the strings.

"What is happening to Ethan?" The Warlords and Lucien's underlings, including their enemies, were taken aback. This unexpected turn of events in the battle could change the outcome completely.

If Ethan could see his Status Panel now, his attributes exceeded what he could comprehend in his normal state, and he was now on par with a Low Star Knight Ascendant. Strength, Speed, and Intelligence—312 points each. Endurance and Charisma, 306.

He would feel the immense power flowing through him if he were conscious, but it wasn't his own. It felt like he had connected to something primal, a force still out of his grasp.

"Thorne!" Axel shouted, concern clear in his voice. "Are you okay? What happened to Ethan?!"

Everyone was excited to hear Thorne's response, but he was at a loss for words. He had no idea what was going on. It was simply beyond his understanding.

However, the Illusionist's eyes were wide open. He understood the kind of power Ethan was showing. It had to be one of the legendary powers mentioned in old tales.

"Could it be..." But before he could entertain his thought, Reynard's voice cut through.

"Liam! Do you know what kind of power this brat is using?" Reynard shouted.

His eyes narrowed as he deflected Ethan's attacks with ruthless precision. The shock of seeing Ethan's sudden power surge faded into focused wariness.

Reynard was a seasoned fighter, and his instincts told him this was not Ethan's natural state. He could see the signs—Ethan's movements were too mechanical, too perfect. His strength was formidable, but he lacked the finesse of someone truly in control.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"I can't be entirely sure, but if I'm not mistaken, this could be the Primal power," replied Liam, the Illusionist.

Their conversation was audible to everyone around them. However, none of them understood what the Primal power truly meant.

"Impossible…" Reynard muttered under his breath. He knew what it meant if the Ascendant could tap into their Primal power. 'Who is this brat? And who's backing him up? Am I digging my own grave?'

Reynard's sharp eyes flickered between Ethan and Lucan, his thoughts racing as the battle unfolded before him. As a wild storm unleashed, Ethan's sudden surge of power sent ripples through the air, shaking the ground beneath them.

The power coursing through Ethan was unmistakable, yet Reynard didn't believe it would last. His instincts screamed at him that this unnatural surge was a temporary, desperate burst of power. This forbidden technique was bound to fade soon.

"Impressive," Reynard muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing. "But it won't be enough."

He darted forward, his movements a blur as he closed the distance to Lucan, his gaze locked on the leader of the Iron Vanguards. As the Head of LaRues, Reynard had heard plenty about Lucan.

It was unfortunate that Lucan had spent his life as a mercenary. Had he aligned himself with one of the great families in Novan City or any other elite family in the world, he would surely have achieved a much higher rank than he currently held.

Reynard was shocked when he heard Lucan and the Iron Vanguards pledging their loyalty to Ethan. However, it soon became clear to him why they were doing it.

Ethan could easily provide Lucan with an item to help him reach the next tier of power. This could just be the beginning. If Lucan realized his full potential, he would pose a significant threat to the Great Families.

'I need to end him first.' The battle with Ethan, though threatening, was secondary. The true danger was Lucan. If Lucan stabilized himself at the Knight Ascendant realm or reached the rank higher than him, he would be an unstoppable force—a direct threat to Reynard's control over the LaRue family and the Great Families of Novan City.

"I can't afford to let that happen," Reynard hissed, his eyes flicking back to Ethan briefly. "I'll deal with you later."

With that, Reynard's body surged forward, flames swirling violently around him as he aimed to break through Ethan's defenses and strike at Lucan.

But before he could reach Lucan, a blur of black and gold intercepted his path. Ethan moved with uncanny precision; his body was no longer his own. Thus, his movements became more sharp and more intuitive.

The aura surrounding him crackled, and the power within him surged like a storm. As Reynard's fiery fist came crashing toward him, Ethan's body twisted to the side, and his hand reached out in perfect synchronization to catch the attack mid-air.

The impact of Reynard's fire against Ethan's palm sent shockwaves rippling outward. However, Ethan's grip held firm, his body almost unnaturally steady. The blackness in his eyes flared as he redirected the force of Reynard's attack, sending the flames spiraling off into the air, away from Lucan.

Reynard stepped back, his gaze flicking to the young man before him, stunned momentarily by the unexpected deflection. The black and gold in Ethan's eyes burned with an eerie intensity, a power far beyond what he should have had.

"Is that really Ethan?" In the midst of the battle, Calder could not help but feel amazed by what he saw.

"I can't believe it too... Was he hiding his strength all this time?" asked Axel.

Rhea replied, "I don't think Ethan knows about this... Primal power."

Without missing a beat, Reynard launched another barrage of fiery projectiles—blazing balls of flame aimed directly at Ethan. Each one moved faster than the last, but Ethan reacted with perfect timing, like an echo of some forgotten predator. His feet barely touched the ground, each motion a calculated step in the deadly waltz.

Reynard's attacks continued to rain down, but Ethan's defenses were relentless. He moved to intercept every strike toward Lucan, his body bending and weaving through the onslaught. Each time Reynard thought he had an opening, Ethan was there, his fist or palm deflecting the flames with ease, his footwork so swift it was almost impossible to track.

"You're still wasting your time," Reynard spat, frustration beginning to seep into his voice. "You'll burn out soon enough. I just need to keep you busy."

But Ethan wasn't finished yet. Ethan lunged forward, taking even Reynard by surprise, his fist aimed directly at Reynard's chest. The punch landed with a sickening thud, pushing Reynard back several paces, the force of the blow sending a shockwave through the battlefield.

"Damn it!" cursed Reynard as he spat blood from his mouth. He couldn't deny that even though Ethan's power wasn't entirely his own, it was still more than enough to pose a serious challenge. If he hadn't been careful, Ethan could have easily beaten him.

Reynard gritted his teeth, his hand clutching at his chest. The hit had hurt more than he cared to admit. For a split second, he had underestimated Ethan, but that would not happen again. Reynard's fiery aura flared up around him, and he gritted his teeth, preparing for his next attack.

Still under his newfound power, Ethan stood poised, his black-and-gold eyes locked on Reynard as if calculating the next move. Their fight was a war of attrition—one in which the energy inside Ethan's body surged relentlessly but could not last forever.

"You still don't understand, do you?" Reynard said through clenched teeth. "You think you can stop me, but you can't. Not for long."

Ethan did not respond verbally. He simply moved again, darting to the side and landing another well-placed blow, this time to Reynard's side. The strike connected with a dull crack, and Reynard stumbled slightly, caught off guard by the sudden aggression.

The Warlords, Lucien's underlings, and even Reynard's allies watched, stunned at the sight of Ethan fighting with such ferocity, his body moving with a speed and power that had once been unimaginable.

Reynard's gaze flickered between Ethan, whose power seemed to surge uncontrollably, and Lucan, still stabilizing himself. His mind raced, calculating the best course of action.

He could feel the tension in the air—the balance was teetering, and Lucan's ascension was imminent. If he didn't act now, all would be lost.

"Liam!" Reynard bellowed, his voice sharp with urgency. "I need your help! We can't let this boy—this freak—be any closer to Lucan!"

Liam, who had been momentarily distracted by the chaos of the battle, snapped to attention at the command. His eyes flicked toward Ethan, whose every movement seemed to defy reason.

The black and gold swirl of Ethan's eyes made him uneasy. The sheer speed and precision with which Ethan moved—though still bound by the limitations of his body—was enough to make even the LaRue head uneasy.

"What?! I can't do anything! His aura and power are unlike anything I've seen!" Liam responded, his voice strained, his mind racing for a solution. "I can't even get through to him. His mind is closed off like he's not even here."

Reynard's fists clenched in frustration. "I don't care! We don't have time for this! We have to focus on Lucan. If I can just—"

But before Reynard could finish, Ethan's arm shot forward like a whip, intercepting Reynard's fiery strike once more. The force was immense, and while Reynard's firepower was still considerable, the sheer resistance he met when trying to push through Ethan's defense made his blood boil.

Desperation tinged Reynard's voice. "Liam, do something!"

"Shit!" Liam's eyes darted around, looking for a way out. The Primal Overdrive was powerful, too powerful for Reynard to contend with in his current state, and with Ethan unconscious, there was no way to target his mind.

The illusion techniques that usually could disorient an enemy fell flat against Ethan—his mind was completely out of reach. He needed to act fast.

A sudden realization struck him like a lightning bolt. "I've got it," Liam muttered to himself. He turned to Reynard, a grim expression crossing his face. "There's one thing I can do. I'll teleport him out of here."

Reynard's eyes widened in surprise but then quickly darkened with resolve. "Do it! We don't have time to waste!"

Liam's hand reached into his pouch and pulled out a talisman—glowing faintly with an ethereal light. His teleportation talisman was a rare and powerful artifact capable of sending someone far away with a mere incantation. He wasn't sure where Ethan would land, but at this point, anywhere far from here was better than nothing.

Reynard concentrated on Lucan, aware that although his body was bruised and his powers were wavering, he had to ensure Lucan was taken care of first. Ethan would pose a challenge, but Lucan was the real danger. If he didn't act quickly, it could all backfire.

Liam activated the talisman, concentrating on Ethan. The talisman unleashed its magic in an instant, surrounding Ethan in a brilliant, blinding glow.

Reynard didn't hesitate. As soon as Ethan was bound, he sprang into action, feeling the surge of power flow through him again. Willing to take the risk, he channeled all his energy into one powerful strike aimed at Lucan's chest.

"You're dead, bastard!" Reynard growled in fury.

But just as his fist was about to land, something flickered at the edge of his perception. He turned just in time to see Ethan's black-and-gold eyes flash in the air, appearing in the path of his attack with a speed that defied the logic.

He didn't have time to react. The momentum of his strike and the surprise of Ethan's appearance caught him off guard. His fist, aimed at Lucan, struck Ethan instead—right at the side of his head.

"Ethan!" the warlords shouted almost in unison. Thorne felt frustrated because he had been assigned to protect Lucan. Despite that, Ethan had stepped up and completed the task. Now, though, Ethan was struck in the head by a force so powerful it was almost destructive.

Thorne hurriedly moved his body, trying to reach Ethan quickly. The others were doing the same, except for Hale and his group, who focused on ensuring Leah and the kids' safety.

Ethan's body was flung backward by the force of the blow, tumbling several meters through the air. The weight of Reynard's attack took its toll on his fragile, strained body. His body collided with the ground with bone-jarring force.

"Damn it!" Reynard exclaimed, his breath coming in heavy, frustrated pants. Even though the attack had hit Ethan, that wasn't his aim—Lucan was still there.

The talisman's magic activated, and suddenly, Ethan was teleported away from the battlefield, far beyond the reach of anyone, including the Warlords, who were sprinting toward him.

"What happened?!" the Warlords exclaimed, astonished that Ethan had vanished. Only Rhea seemed to understand what was going on. "It's him! I believe he used the teleportation talisman to send Ethan away."

"What?! Anyone! Do something!" shouted Flint, realizing how dire the situation was. The teleportation might had sent Ethan to a faraway land, and Flint feared for Ethan's safety.

After Reynard's final attack, combined with Ethan's use of the forbidden power, Flint believed Ethan was in no condition to protect himself.

"Rhea! I know you can do something," Axel urged, looking at her with determination. But Rhea remained silent, feeling overwhelmed. She had no idea how to help; she simply didn't have the knowledge for it.

At that very moment, Lucan's eyes snapped open. A surge of power exploded within him—a primal fury that matched the energy of Reynard's own flame—but there was a difference.

Lucan's flame burned hotter and fiercer, and it was directed straight at Reynard with an intensity that made the air tremble. "You are dead!"

Lucan's voice was powerful enough to shatter eardrums. He was frustrated because he had been too late to realize what had happened to Ethan or to prevent it.

Despite believing he could reach the High Star Knight Ascendant level, he paused his progress and stopped just short of the Low Star Knight Ascendant.

"What... have... you... done?" Lucan demanded, taking a firm stance. Everyone present could feel the powerful aura and Ascendant Energy radiating from him. It was so intense that it left others struggling to breathe.

Lucan raised his right hand, unleashing an attack powerful enough to obliterate the other Great Families in Novan City. A massive firestorm erupted from his palm.

Reynard's eyes widened in shock as he was caught in Lucan's unleashed firestorm. The flames scorched the air, and Reynard felt the full weight of the man's ascension for the first time—a power so pure and untamed, it threatened to burn everything in its path, including him.

Once buzzing with chaotic energy, the battlefield transformed into a scorching inferno as Lucan's fury erupted. For a brief moment, everyone stood stunned and silent.