Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 473:X Rank Warrior Aptitude

After completing his substantial workload, Ethan finally accessed the system panel, realizing he had overlooked checking it on his wedding night with Amber.

The following day was barely underway before urgent reports flooded in, detailing disruptions along trade routes, seemingly orchestrated by the Ambrose family.

Fortunately, the situation was swiftly resolved when Ethan offered several chests of goods and a selection of dresses to the wives of those affected.

[Host's partner possesses X rank warrior aptitude and is currently at the Middle Stage of the Legendary Knight realm.]

[Host has gained X rank warrior aptitude.]

This sudden influx of information left him astonished.

For a moment, Ethan simply stared at the notification screen, a silent appraisal unfolding.

Had circumstances been different, he might have completely overlooked this innate ability derived from his bloodline.

His lineage granted him the power to draw forth potential from his wives.

However, up to this point, the women he had married generally possessed lower aptitudes compared to his own, limiting the improvements he received with each instance.

This time, however, was markedly different.

Amber exhibited a significantly higher potential.

"My goodness… X rank…"

"Damn…" Ethan couldn't refrain from muttering an expletive in sheer disbelief.

From the tales he recalled, Sir Lancelot, despite his commoner origins, displayed such immense potential.

"Truly one in a billion."

Ethan slowly reclined in his chair, a faint smile gracing his lips.

"So, it has finally occurred," he whispered to himself.

He raised a hand slightly.

"Collect."

Swoosh!

The instant the command was issued, Ethan felt a potent surge of power permeate his entire being.

It was akin to invisible shackles deep within him being abruptly shattered.

His bones vibrated subtly, his muscles tensed, and mana began coursing vigorously through his veins, flowing from his chest to every extremity.

The experience was not agonizing; rather, it felt as though a considerable burden had been lifted from his form.

Subtle restraints that had once curbed his strength progressively yielded, one after another, fortifying his foundation and rendering it more steadfast.

This energy meticulously refined his body, segment by segment, resulting in deeper, more tranquil breaths.

His senses became noticeably acute.

Even the circulation of mana within him flowed with unprecedented smoothness.

Ethan remained seated, allowing this internal power to stabilize. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest as the final vestiges of this potent surge gradually subsided.

After several minutes, the intense sensation finally settled.

Ethan opened his eyes, exhaling with measured slowness.

"Not bad," he commented softly.

"System… Compared to this, doesn't the SSS origin bloodline feel somewhat lacking?"

[Host, you are underestimating its significance.]

[SSS represents the pinnacle of power within your world. It may seem diminished because the inherent ceiling of this current world is considerably higher.]

"Ah!" Ethan inclined his head, his gaze reflecting understanding.

Meanwhile, another piece of welcome news soon emerged.

Amber was confirmed to be pregnant.

Upon receiving this news, Duke Lancelot's initial reaction was utter astonishment.

"What?"

His eyes widened slightly, betraying his disbelief.

"I hadn't anticipated a child so soon."

He massaged his forehead, pacing deliberately across the chamber.

"My own daughter still carries a childlike demeanor at times."

"How is she expected to manage caring for another child?"

His expression conveyed a mixture of concern and bewilderment.

However, after a brief period of contemplation, his demeanor gradually softened. The estate was replete with experienced women and diligent servants who could offer ample assistance.

Amber would not be left to manage alone.

There would be a multitude of individuals ready to help nurture the child.

With this realization, Duke Lancelot let out a profound sigh.

"Well… I suppose things will somehow work out."

Concurrently, within the confines of the estate, Amber was the recipient of daily, meticulous care.

Servants and attendants ensured her utmost comfort and adequate rest, while physicians made frequent visits to monitor her well-being.

Ethan himself made it a point to visit her whenever his schedule permitted.

At times, he would simply sit by her side, engaging in quiet conversation. On other occasions, he would personally review the physicians' reports.

As the months advanced, Amber's abdomen began to swell noticeably.

Initially, she felt a degree of self-consciousness regarding these bodily transformations, occasionally hiding behind blankets when visitors arrived.

Yet, her perspective gradually shifted.

The subtle sensation of the nascent life developing within her womb initiated a profound inner change.

Her thoughts became more tranquil.

Her demeanor grew noticeably more mature.

A quiet sense of responsibility now emanated from her eyes.

A faint yet distinctive aura began to subtly envelop her form.

Ethan immediately perceived this alteration.

Typically, a woman's aura tends to diminish slightly during pregnancy.

However, Amber's aura appeared to intensify instead, becoming more refined and robust.

It gave the impression that her very essence was undergoing a gradual metamorphosis.

Ethan couldn't fully ascertain the precise cause.

Perhaps it was the profound emotional evolution that accompanied the journey of impending motherhood.

Or perhaps something more profound was occurring within her body. In any case, she had undeniably transformed.

Half a month later, the day that had been long awaited finally dawned.

Amber was ushered into the delivery room.

Ethan, naturally, stood guard outside the entrance.

He remained still in the corridor, his arms crossed.

Several servants bustled nervously down the hallway, preparing hot water and clean cloths.

Doctors and midwives made hurried entrances and exits from the room.

The atmosphere crackled with tension.

Ethan maintained his composure, yet his gaze was perpetually fixed on the door.

Every moment seemed to stretch into an eternity.

Then, twenty minutes later, a resounding cry suddenly erupted from within the room.

The cry of a newborn infant.

Simultaneously, a potent fluctuation of aura burst forth from the delivery room.

The entire structure quivered subtly.

The very air seemed to vibrate.

Even the ground beneath their feet thrummed with a faint tremor.

Ethan's eyes widened in disbelief.

This was his first encounter with such a phenomenon.

"Ah!"

"What is happening?"

"Are we under attack?"

Several servants and guards instantly succumbed to panic.

Some guards even drew their weapons in alarm.

Ethan quickly moved to de-escalate the situation.

However, before he could utter a word, Mareti spoke calmly from beside him.

"Do not worry."

"This is merely a standard occurrence when a powerful individual is born and the world acknowledges it."

Ethan paused, casting a glance at Mareti.

"Normal...?"

"Yes," Mareti affirmed with tranquil composure.

"Children born with formidable talent occasionally trigger such reactions."

Upon hearing this explanation, Ethan's tension gradually subsided.

Then, another notification materialized before his very eyes.

[Detected the birth of a historically significant offspring.]

[The child is born with X rank Knight potential and the hidden talent of Berserker.]

[Reward: Special Gift *1]

Ethan remained frozen for a brief instant.

"X rank..."

"Hidden talent..."

He inhaled sharply, a gasp of surprise.

Even for someone of his caliber, this was astonishing.

Yet, after a few seconds, he slowly regained his composure. There would be ample time later to scrutinize every detail.

For the present moment, his entire focus remained riveted on the delivery room door, the birthplace of his child.

His expression softened gradually.

For the first time that day, a faint, yet undeniably genuine, smile graced his face.