Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 493:Empty It

Ethan made his entrance first.

The scene that greeted him inside caused even Rathlos to hesitate momentarily. The storeroom was absolutely vast.

Endless rows of shelves spanned the hall, laden with unimaginable treasures. Crystals, weapons, ancient scrolls, precious metals, and sealed artifacts were meticulously arranged, each radiating a distinct aura.

Some items emanated a soft, magical glow, while others were encased in transparent containers, protected by shimmering energy barriers.

Large chests overflowing with gold coins were piled in one section, and heaps of gemstones cast dazzling reflections, painting the area with vibrant light.

A slight smile touched Ethan's lips.

"Let's plunder," he stated calmly.

In the blink of an eye, Rathlos and Maverick sprang into action, their forms becoming blurs as they fanned out across the vast hall.

Ethan followed at a measured pace, his movements deliberate and precise.

The first items to be taken were the weapons.

Exquisite enchanted swords like the Stormbreaker Edge, Void Fang Blade, and Crimson Eclipse Saber were swiftly collected, along with spears and complete armor sets imbued with potent magical enhancements.

Next came the acquisition of rare materials.

Ingots of pure Mithril.

Masterfully refined adamantite.

Ingots of fire essence iron.

Elemental crystals, each pulsing with raw, untamed energy.

Ethan's gaze briefly settled upon a shelf filled with scrolls.

He selected several scrolls detailing advanced magic techniques, such as the Heaven Splitter Sword Art, the Void Collapse Spell, the Nine Thunder Execution Method, and the Radiant Light Dominion Technique.

Each scroll was of immense value.

Among the hoard, he also discovered multiple Saint-grade amulets designed for life-saving. These objects radiated a gentle protective energy, and without a second thought, he gathered them all.

"These will prove useful," he mused softly to himself.

Nearby, a formidable shield caught his eye.

It was a Saint-grade draconic shield, its surface faintly etched with what appeared to be dragon scales, and a profound aura of defense emanated from it.

Ethan claimed it without hesitation.

There were also several sealed scrolls of magic, capable of unleashing devastating spells once torn open. These were single-use items but possessed extraordinary destructive power.

He took those as well.

Ethan proceeded with swift yet careful selection, his focus solely on items of genuine worth. He didn't waste time on mundane objects or easily replaceable articles.

Rings, talismans, and ancient relics radiating strong magical signatures were acquired without reservation.

Maverick, utilizing his granted access, unlocked deeper restricted sections, revealing hidden compartments brimming with even more coveted treasures.

Within mere minutes, a substantial portion of the most valuable artifacts had been systematically removed.

The storeroom, once impeccably organized, now bore the marks of a thorough raid, with several areas left completely barren.

"That is sufficient," Ethan declared finally.

He had secured the most valuable items.

There was no reason to linger.

The group exited the chamber swiftly, and the immense door resealed behind them, once again obscuring the plundered sections within.

Without another moment's delay, they departed the estate stealthily and vanished into the embrace of the night.

By the time anyone became aware of the intrusion—

They were long gone.

The group moved with silent haste through the shadows of the expansive estate, their forms dissolving into the darkness as they made their egress. The night air was cool and utterly still, with only the almost imperceptible sound of their passage disturbing the profound silence. Pentos accompanied them until they reached the estate's outer perimeter.

Ethan halted his steps and turned to face him.

"Your task now is to relay all developments within this place," he instructed calmly, his gaze unwavering.

Pentos immediately bowed his head.

"Yes, my Lord. Your servant shall obey."

"Excellent," Ethan responded with a slight nod.

Without further words, Ethan, Rathlos, and Marverick continued on their way.

Swoosh!

The tranquility of the Ambrose estate was not destined to last.

It all began when a single guard opened the storeroom for a routine check.

A startled cry erupted.

"What… what is this?!"

In moments, more guards converged upon the scene. Their frantic footsteps echoed loudly as they halted at the threshold, their eyes widening in sheer disbelief.

The treasury, once a symbol of grandeur and meticulous order, now appeared as though it had been violently ransacked.

Shelves stood conspicuously half-empty.

Entire sections had been completely stripped bare.

Weapon racks were missing their most prized pieces, and the protective cases that once housed rare artifacts now stood agape and empty.

Even the formidable chests of gold had been disturbed.

"Sound the alarm!" a guard bellowed urgently.

A deafening alarm bell reverberated across the entire estate.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The serenity of the night was instantly shattered.

Servants froze in their tracks.

Soldiers emerged rapidly from every direction.

Within moments, the entire estate was plunged into utter pandemonium.

"How could this possibly happen?!"

"This is the inner treasury!"

"Just who in the blazes executed such a raid?!"

Voices overlapped in a cacophony of panicked questions as fear rippled through the estate.

Meanwhile, within the main hall, the elder of the Ambrose family received the grim report.

For a fleeting moment, he simply stood rigid.

CRASH!

The table beside him splintered violently under the force of his enraged palm.

"Useless fools!" he roared, his voice echoing with fury.

His eyes blazed with incandescent rage.

"How could someone infiltrate our treasury and escape unseen?!"

Pentos was forcefully taken forward by a pair of guards. Though his appearance was messy, his demeanor remained resolute.

"What transpired?" the elder inquired, his voice stern.

Pentos bowed his head, responding, "...I am unaware."

The elder's gaze intensified, chilling further."You are unaware?"

His imposing aura pulsed, filling the chamber with an overwhelming pressure.

"Seal the entire compound!" he commanded.

"Nobody is to leave!"

"Conduct a thorough search of every single area!"

Guards promptly dispersed, carrying out the severe directives. The entirety of the Ambrose estate was plunged into an uproar of fury and panic.

Meanwhile, the perpetrators were already far beyond their grasp.

.........

Their forms propelled forward like streaks of shadow, vanishing into the distance, leaving Pentos standing behind as if the incident had never occurred. The wind whipped past them as they rapidly departed from the estate. Trees became a blur, and the ground streaked beneath their swift passage. Once a substantial distance was established from the Ambrose estate, their pace eased somewhat.

Rathlos turned his head to look at Ethan."Can he possibly survive?" he questioned.

"He might face death once discovered."

Ethan let out a soft scoff."So what?"

"It is his own fault for making a move. This is merely a counter-strike," he stated, his tone measured yet frigid. There was an unwavering certainty in his voice. Pentos had made his decision when he attempted to plot against him. Subsequent events were simply the unavoidable consequence of that choice.

Rathlos offered no immediate response. He merely gave a slight nod and gazed forward. Ethan's eyes then moved to Marverick, who trailed behind them with the silence of a phantom. Observing Marverick's earlier actions and reactions, Ethan had begun to form a general impression of the might possessed by these noble lineages. And it was truly daunting.

At Blanks, he, Rathlos, and Mareti occupied the Mythic level. That alone had established them as figures of considerable power within their region. But here...

Within these more prominent families...

The Mythic rank was not some insurmountable pinnacle. It was merely another tier. Just another rank-and-file member.

Ethan's eyes narrowed subtly. The chasm separating them from the true apex powers of the empire remained immense. He slowly shook his head. A period of quiet descended upon them as they continued their journey through the darkened terrain.

Then, almost involuntarily, a thought surfaced in his mind. A somber line he had once encountered.

"The night is deep, and the journey is long."

Even if weariness calls for rest, there are still miles to cover before sleep can be claimed. Miles and miles remain before I sleep.

Ethan's expression was serene, yet a subtle intensity gleamed in his eyes.