Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 515:SSS Aptitude

Barely a few steps had been taken by Ethan when the system notifications resumed their appearance before his eyes, cascading one after another.

[The child is born with SSS warrior aptitude]

[Reward ×1]

[The child is born with A magic affinity]

[Reward ×1]

[The child is born with B rank warrior aptitude]

[Reward ×1]

[The child is born with A rank warrior aptitude and B rank magic affinity]

[Reward ×1]

Ethan's strides halted for the briefest of moments as he processed the alerts. His gaze flickered, a subtle hint of surprise crossing his features.

"...All high-tier," he whispered to himself.

Yet, he did not cease his movement. The following instant, he advanced again, reaching the inner chambers.

Upon entering, a warm, slightly boisterous ambiance enveloped him. Gentle voices mingled, soft laughter resonated through the room, and the faint cries of newborns punctuated the air, all underscored by the lingering scent of herbs and warmth.

Ethan’s eyes instinctively sought out Kassandra.

He located her swiftly.

She lay upon the bed, her countenance pale yet serene, her breathing even. Cradled in her arms was an infant child.

Ethan drew nearer, his pace significantly slower now. The instant his eyes clearly registered the baby, he paused, momentarily stunned.

The infant possessed soft, white hair that seemed to gleam with an almost luminous quality under the ambient light. Its small face was exquisitely delicate, perfectly formed, with features already sharp and defined despite its tender age. Though its eyes remained closed, faint crimson hues were discernible beneath its eyelids.

And adorning its forehead was a single, small horn.

It curved gently, smooth and dark, imbuing the child with a presence that was both unusual and strikingly captivating.

The child exuded an aura of beauty intertwined with a subtle hint of danger.

"…This kid…" Ethan murmured, his voice low as he leaned in slightly.

Before he could articulate further thoughts, a distinct chime rang out from behind him.

"Ahh! He looks so hot!" Sophia exclaimed suddenly, leaning forward, her eyes bright with excitement.

Ethan blinked, turning his head slightly.

"…Hot?" he echoed, a trace of bewilderment in his tone.

Amber offered a soft chuckle from the side, lightly covering her mouth.

"She means handsome," Amber clarified, her voice gentle.

Julia also stepped closer, her gaze meticulously assessing the infant.

"His features are already so sharp… he's going to be a troublemaker when he grows up," Julia remarked with a faint smile, her arms resting loosely.

Kassandra observed the unfolding scene silently at first.

A subtle tension was evident in her eyes.

She had harbored anxieties.

Worries about their potential reactions, about the horn, about his distinctive appearance.

Her fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around the child.

But as she witnessed their responses—

That tension gradually dissipated.

"…You're not bothered?" she inquired softly, a hint of hesitation coloring her voice.

Sophia immediately shook her head, her response immediate and unhesitating.

"Bothered? Are you kidding?" Sophia retorted, extending a finger with utmost care to gently brush the baby's cheek. "He looks amazing."

Amber nodded serenely.

"He's unique," she added. "That's even better."

Julia offered a slight nod.

"He'll grow up strong," she stated calmly.

Kassandra's eyes softened, her shoulders visibly relaxing. A quiet wave of relief washed over her features.

"…Thank you," she expressed in a low tone.

Ethan stood nearby, a silent observer of the entire interaction.

He then reached out, carefully lifting the infant into his arms.

The baby stirred slightly but did not cry, held with a careful steadiness by Ethan, who supported its fragile form while scrutinizing it with a quiet, appraising gaze.

"…There's already a strong presence within him," he murmured, his voice low yet contemplative.

A faint aura emanated from the child, stable and profound in a way no ordinary newborn should possess. This observation caused Ethan’s lips to curve slightly, a flicker of approval appearing in his expression.

"…Not bad at all," he added, almost inaudibly.

After a brief interval, he gently returned the baby to Kassandra. Turning towards the others, his focus shifted to the other infants resting nearby.

There were more of them, and as he bent slightly to examine each one, his expression softened unintentionally. Tiny hands moved weakly, and small breaths rose and fell in a fragile rhythm, carrying subtle indications of nascent energy beginning to form.

He reached out, lightly touching one of them, his voice imbued with a quiet warmth as he spoke.

"You all look quite promising, my children," he declared, his tone measured yet conveying a subtle sense of connection.

Time seemed to flow gently as everyone drew closer, the room’s atmosphere becoming imbued with warmth and peace, as if the presence of the children had infused the space with a profound sense of life and tranquility.

A moment later, Sophia gently turned her attention back to Ethan. "Ethan, what should we name him?" she inquired softly, her eyes drifting towards Kassandra's newborn.

The entire room fell silent, all gazes following Sophia's question. Ethan paused for the briefest instant, his eyes once again settling on the infant.

The child's stark white hair and piercing red eyes were immediately noticeable. Coupled with the small horn atop his head and the serene yet potent aura that enveloped him, the baby possessed an almost ethereal presence.

Without a trace of hesitation, Ethan finally spoke.

"...Sameal," he stated, the name rolling off his tongue as if it were eternally destined for the child.

Kassandra echoed the name softly, savoring the sound as it hung in the quiet air. A subtle, tender smile graced her lips as she murmured, "...Sameal... I quite like it," her voice imbued with a warm, profound affection.

Ethan then shifted his focus to the others present. After a swift glance at the remaining children, he continued in the same tranquil manner, "For the others, Lucy, Eric, and Petro will suffice." Though the names were simple, they carried an understated gravity that naturally settled into the atmosphere of the room.

Sophia offered a gentle nod and a soft smile. "Lucy sounds so cute," she chimed in. Amber, mirroring Sophia's expression with a light smile, added, "Eric has a strong and dependable feel to it."

Julia folded her arms slightly, giving a small nod of assent. "Petro isn't bad either," she commented, her tone casual yet tinged with clear approval.

Ethan let out a slow breath, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the room once more. As his eyes moved from the infants to the assembled adults, the space seemed to fill with more than just physical presence. It brimmed with warmth, the vibrant pulse of life, and a profound, quiet sense of belonging.

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