Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 516:X Ranked Technique

After ensuring all matters were settled and his family was attended to, Ethan quietly withdrew.

The chamber resonated with warmth, hushed conversations, and the comforting presence of his loved ones, yet he understood his stay must be brief. Urgent matters required his attention, matters that brooked no delay.

Without disturbing the peace, he departed, making his way towards a secluded corner deep within the estate. The sounds of activity gradually receded, replaced by a profound silence with each step he ventured further inward.

Soon, he arrived at a private cultivation chamber. The doors sealed shut behind him.

The room was tranquil, bathed in dim light, and utterly cut off from the outside world. Ethan proceeded to the center, seating himself cross-legged. He let out a deep, cleansing breath.

"Let's see."

As his mind focused, the system interface materialized before him.

[You have received the following rewards: SSS Level Technique – Solar Tyrant War Art]

[You have received X Level Technique – Void Abyss Prison]

[You have received SS Level Technique – Phantom Mirage Step]

[You have received SSS Warrior Aptitude Potion x1]

[You have received 2000 Years of Martial Insight]

[You have received 1000 Years of Magic Insight]

For a moment, Ethan remained motionless. His gaze drifted slowly across each line, from beginning to end, then back again.

"SSS level and X level," he murmured, his voice low, tinged with an incredulity he made little effort to conceal.

The first reward, Solar Tyrant War Art. Its very name exuded power, and as he concentrated on it, fragments of information began to surface in his consciousness like steady waves. It was a technique honed purely for combat, centered around overwhelming might, unwavering precision, and absolute dominance on the battlefield. Every motion, every strike within its framework was crafted with a singular objective: to utterly subjugate the opponent and annihilate them without a sliver of hope for recovery. It was a magnificent fighting art, and while it might not be perfectly suited for someone of his particular disposition, for others, it would undoubtedly be a world-altering boon.

"This is insane," Ethan whispered, exhaling slowly.

His attention then turned to the subsequent reward.

Void Abyss Prison.

Upon focusing on this, his expression shifted subtly. This was far from a direct offensive technique. It was a method of sealing and suppression, capable of ensnaring space itself and erecting a prison around a target, completely severing them from external Qi and any conceivable escape vector. It was a domain within a domain, contracting inward rather than expanding outward.

"A prison forged from the void," Ethan mused softly to himself, then after a brief pause, added, "This is dangerous."

His eyes moved to the next item on the list.

Phantom Mirage Step. In comparison to the others, this technique possessed a lighter essence, yet it was potent in its own right. It amplified movement speed while conjuring afterimages and intricate illusions as the user maneuvered, rendering it exceedingly difficult for any adversary to pinpoint the true body's location during a conflict.

"Useful," he stated plainly.

Next was the potion. An SSS-rank aptitude enhancer. Ethan regarded it for a moment, sensing from the sheer weight of its description alone that it represented a level of quality rarely encountered, even over a lifetime.

"Good for emergencies," he commented.

Finally, the last two entries. Two thousand years of Martial Insight and one thousand years of Magic Insight. Ethan's expression transformed, genuine delight momentarily eclipsing the practiced composure he typically maintained.

"This is awesome," he exclaimed.

Having reviewed all the rewards, he proceeded directly to Mareti's laboratory without further delay.

He stepped inside, and Mareti, who had been engrossed in his work at a workbench, visibly jumped and spun around, a hand clutching his chest.

"My Lord, must you appear so suddenly? You're giving me déjà vu," Mareti said, his voice betraying the strained patience of someone repeatedly startled.

Ethan paused, taking a deliberate look around the laboratory. It was filled with corpses in various states of experimentation, arranged on tables and suspended within containers lining the walls. He turned a slow, assessing gaze toward Mareti.

"It's giving me déjà vu," Ethan replied flatly, the words conveying a wealth of unspoken thoughts.

Before Mareti could muster a response, Ethan reached into his coat and produced a vial. The moment it came into view, Mareti's gaze fixed upon it, his eyes widening considerably.

"This? What high-level potion is this?" he inquired, instinctively moving closer.

"SSS-rank aptitude," Ethan announced.

Mareti's pupils dilated, and a spectrum of shock, bordering on horror, washed over his features. "From where did you acquire it?"

The straightforward reason for such a reaction was simple enough. The caliber of a potion directly correlated with its production difficulty, primarily due to the increasing rarity of required materials. Furthermore, achieving the optimal effectiveness of potent ingredients without any loss in potency was a challenge that baffled most alchemists. While Mareti wasn't unfamiliar with items of this caliber, he hadn't anticipated Ethan possessing such items with apparent ease.

"This might have set me back a few billion gold coins," Mareti murmured, speaking more to himself than to Ethan.

Ethan merely offered a smile, remaining silent.

"Can you replicate it?" Mareti inquired.

"I can, but the ingredients," Mareti began, his voice tinged with clear hesitation as he carefully considered the question.

"Just list them out," Ethan instructed.

Mareti observed him for a moment before adding, "It might also be put to waste."

This gave Ethan pause. He looked at the vial in his hand, then at Mareti, and held that thought for a moment, contemplating the potential waste of such a high-grade item. Then, he shook his head.

"Just do it," he commanded.

.....

After delegating the tasks, Ethan entered a state of seclusion. He assumed his position, closed his eyes, and acted without hesitation.

"Integrate."

The instant he accepted it, an internal explosion occurred.

A colossal surge of information flooded his mind simultaneously, causing his body to tense involuntarily. His breathing rapidly grew heavy and strained. "Ugh!" Countless combat scenarios flashed through his consciousness in rapid succession, showcasing diverse fighting styles, techniques, countermeasures, movements, and raw battle instincts accumulated over what felt like thousands of individual battles, all compressed into a single, ongoing moment. Concurrently, layers upon layers of magical knowledge unfolded within him, detailing spell structures, energy flow, casting patterns, and a profound, comprehensive grasp of elemental forces, all merging into his consciousness whether he was prepared for them or not.

The concept of time ceased to hold meaning, with mere seconds stretching into what felt like eternities.