Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill

Chapter 317: 317:Trading The Draconic Potion

“Hey… hey, mister,” Ethan said, snapping his fingers to pull him back.

Rathlos froze and turned.

“I understand this is extraordinary,” Ethan continued, “but I do not think I am the only one.”

“You understand shit,” Rathlos cursed, startling Ethan.

“I may not have seen much of the world,” Rathlos continued sharply, “but from what I remember, only people born with special physiques, like a Chaos Body, can use chaos energy.”

Ethan blinked.

“Even then,” Rathlos went on, “they can only use chaos energy produced from their own bodies. They cannot convert other energies into chaos.”

Ethan was stunned.

’Chaos physique…’

’Oh my… do not tell me I have to deal with cultivation nonsense later.’

Ethan broke into a cold sweat as he remembered countless stories where protagonists reached the peak of their world, only to discover another cultivation realm above it.

’System… I will kill you if that happens.’

[Calm down, Host. I cannot reveal much, but the peak of your world will be equal to the peak of the cultivation world.]

[Also, your current stage is already comparable to the Void stage. If you reach the peak of this world, you can fight the peak of the cultivation world.]

’Oh, thank God,’ Ethan sighed inwardly.

He wiped the sweat from his brow.

Ethan wanted to ask more questions but the system stopped answering it.

So,he grabbed Rathlos by the shoulder.

“Enough,” Ethan said. “Stop going crazy and take this.”

Rathlos paused as Ethan tossed him a small bottle.

“It contains five percent Draconic Bloodline,” Ethan said.

Rathlos almost dropped it. He barely managed to catch the bottle and stared at it in horror.

He opened his mouth to speak, but before any words could come out, a loud scream tore through the air.

“ETHAAAAAANNNNN!”

“NOW WHAT STUPIDITY ARE YOU UP TOOO!”

The voice sent a chill down both Ethan’s and Rathlos’s spines.

…..

The next day, the Wyvern King and the King of the Maiden’s Heart stood side by side with their heads bowed.

Sophia stood before them, holding her throbbing forehead.

“If you were not enough,” she snapped, “now here comes another one.”

She glared at Rathlos.

“I can understand Ethan,” she continued, “but Sir Rathlos, you too?”

Ethan felt attacked and took a step forward, but Sophia’s glare froze him in place.

“How many times do I have to say this?” she shouted.

“First, you trained in the backyard and destroyed it. Then you moved to the garden and destroyed that too.”

“Then you caused a mental shock across the territory. After that, you trained in a separate building and still—”

She raised her hands in frustration.

“You destroyed a mountain!”

“Gosh! What am I supposed to do with you two? Argh!”

Rathlos, not knowing what to say, nudged Ethan slightly, signaling him to calm his wife.

“Darling…” Ethan tried.

“Shut up!” Sophia snapped.

“…”

Ethan stood there helplessly.

Just when it seemed there was no way out, Oliver stepped forward and coughed lightly.

“My Lady,” Oliver said carefully, “it is not that bad.”

Sophia turned sharply. “What do you mean?”

“We can use the destroyed mountain for construction,” Oliver explained. “We can develop a small facility of some sort there.”

Ethan immediately raised a thumbs-up toward Oliver.

’Your loyalty will not go unnoticed, Uncle Oliver,’ Ethan thought.

’I will reward you.’

Oliver nodded slowly, pretending not to notice Ethan’s gaze, while Sophia’s anger finally began to cool.

The crisis, for now, was narrowly averted.

……

Rathlos took the small vial and stared at it for a moment before opening the lid.

The instant it opened, a strong and pungent smell assaulted his nostrils. It was so intense that it almost burned his senses. Heat rushed up his throat, and his pupils shrank.

“It is Flame Dragon Bloodline,” Rathlos said slowly.

“Yes,” Ethan nodded.

Rathlos looked at him sharply. “From where did you get it? You do not seem to venture out much.”

Under Rathlos’s piercing gaze, Ethan thought for a moment before answering.

“I extracted some of my own essence and cultivated it,” Ethan said calmly.

Rathlos opened his mouth, but no words came out. For a long moment, he simply stared at Ethan, his thoughts in chaos. He did not know how to thank him.

After a while, he sighed.

“It is good,” Rathlos said quietly, “but it cannot last for generations.”

Ethan raised his brow. “Why do you need it to last for generations? I can get more.”

Rathlos froze and turned to him in shock.

“You mean…”

“Yes,” Ethan replied, rubbing his nose as if it were nothing. “I cannot give it every year, but I can produce it regularly.”

It was a lie, but Ethan said it with the confidence of someone who looked extraordinary beyond reason.

Rathlos stared at him deeply, then nodded.

“In that case, let me use it.”

“Hohooo!” Ethan waved his hand quickly. “Wait a moment. Do you not already have Shadow Dragon Bloodline?”

“I do,” Rathlos replied, “but it will not be a problem. The two will not conflict as long as I subdue them. There will be a strong clash, but I am sure I can suppress it.”

“And if you cannot?” Ethan asked seriously.

Rathlos smiled faintly. “Then it is better that I die. After I die, extract my remains and feed them to the next generation Wyvern King chosen by Wales.”

“…”

“Pfftt!”

Rathlos suddenly laughed. He stepped forward and patted Ethan on the shoulder.

“Do not be so serious. I am joking,” he said. “I am sure I will manage.”

Ethan finally relaxed and smiled back.

In the past few days, Ethan had unknowingly formed a sense of comradeship with Rathlos. Many people followed him, and many feared him, but very few treated him as an equal. Rathlos did. As a king of a nest, Rathlos spoke to him without fear or flattery.

Ethan enjoyed this rare feeling.

“Good,” Ethan said. “Then do it. I will protect you.”

Rathlos did not hesitate. He tilted his head back and drank the potion in one go.