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

Chapter 315: 315:Emperor Knight

“Now… pour the Martial Intent.”

He guided his intent inward.

Energy surged through his mana vessels and rushed toward his core. His soul trembled as the power tried to entangle itself deeper. Then suddenly, an invisible barrier slammed down.

The flow stopped.

Pain erupted.

His blood boiled violently, and his vision shook.

“Break!”

“Shatter!”

He roared from the depths of his chest.

BOOOOOM!

A violent explosion shook the chamber. Dust and fragments scattered as every pore on his body lit up with light. The runes carved into the walls reacted instantly. They activated and began pulling mana from the surroundings at a terrifying rate.

The chamber glowed.

A storm of energy erupted from Ethan’s body and swallowed everything around him. Crackling waves of power surged outward, and a chaotic dark brown aura wrapped around him like living smoke.

His body was adapting.

Adapting to chaos.

As his mind struggled to keep up, questions flooded his thoughts.

Chaos.

What is chaos?

What kind of element is chaos?

Why had he never heard of it clearly before?

As he pondered, his vision distorted.

One moment he was sitting in the chamber, and the next he was floating in a vast expanse. Endless waves of chaotic energy crashed against him, trying to seep into his mind, trying to corrupt it.

The sensation was unbearable.

His thoughts twisted. His sense of self blurred. Madness crept in slowly, like fingers scratching at his sanity. Dark, malicious thoughts whispered to him.

Destroy.

Devour.

End everything.

His head felt like it would split apart.He felt himself slipping.

Then, from the depths of his soul, Ethan shouted.

“Shut up.”

The words echoed like thunder.

It was not unfamiliar.

He had felt this before.

This was the same feeling he experienced when he awakened his aura.

“Shut up,” he repeated, louder.

“You can’t influence me.”

His aura flared again.

Chaos energy responded.

It formed a barrier around his consciousness and pushed back the invading madness. The whispers faded, and the pressure weakened.

Instinctively, something clicked.

Chaos.

Before creation, there was chaos.

Before order, before light, before darkness, chaos existed.

Even the universe was born from chaos.

Light and darkness emerged from it, yet neither could define it fully.

Chaos was formless.

Chaos was orderless.

Chaos did not follow rules.

It was pure entropy. Endless possibility without structure.

As Ethan grasped this truth, the chaotic energy no longer resisted him. It flowed with his will, not against it.

The next moment, his eyes snapped open.

He was back in the chamber.

Sweat drenched his body, and his breath came out heavy and uneven. His heart pounded like a war drum.

He leaned forward slightly, steadying himself.

He was far from mastering chaos.

Very far.

But even this small understanding was enough.

A faint, dangerous smile appeared on his lips.

“This… is only the beginning.”

The chamber fell silent.

Only the faint crackle of dying lightning remained, crawling along the runes before slowly fading away. The chaotic aura that once filled the room receded like a retreating tide, leaving behind scorched stone and warped air that still hummed faintly with energy.

Ethan exhaled slowly.

His breath trembled.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and straightened his back, feeling every inch of his body with sharp awareness. His muscles felt heavier and denser, as if forged anew. His blood pulsed with a low heat, not painful, but alive.

Very alive.

“So this is it…” he muttered under his breath.

He clenched his fist.

A faint ripple spread through the air, subtle yet undeniable. It was not like any other element, not darkness. It was something raw, unstable, and difficult to name.

Chaos.

Ethan relaxed his hand immediately. He was not foolish enough to test it further in his current state. What he had just gone through left no room for arrogance.

“One mistake,” he whispered quietly, “and I might lost myself.”

He sat back down and closed his eyes again, this time not cultivating, but stabilizing. His breathing slowed, and his racing heart gradually returned to a steady rhythm. He guided the turbulent energy inside him, pressing it down, forcing it to settle.

Minutes passed.

Then something felt… off.

Ethan’s eyes snapped open.

“Wait… wait…” he murmured, his brows knitting together.

He closed his eyes again and focused inward. He traced the flow of mana through his body, through his veins, his core, and his soul.

His eyes widened.

The next moment, he shot to his feet.

“Damn it!” he shouted, jumping up in disbelief. “I broke through!”

The joy hit him like a wave, sharp and uncontrollable. But before he could even steady himself, his body reacted on instinct.

BOOM!

He failed to control his strength after the sudden breakthrough. His feet barely touched the ground before his body shot upward at lightning speed. The ceiling shattered instantly, stone and runes exploded apart as Ethan blasted straight through.

“Fuckkkkk!” he roared as he flew into the open sky.

Cold wind slammed into his face as the world spun around him.

’I am going to get scolded again,’ he thought helplessly.

……

Outside, moments earlier, everyone had been going about their usual duties.

It was a busy afternoon. Merchants were shouting prices, guards were patrolling the streets, and children were running around without a care in the world.

Then suddenly—

SWOOOSH!

A violent gust of wind tore through the air.

“Whoa!”

“What’s that?”

“Is that a typhoon?”

“How did a typhoon appear out of nowhere?”

“Someone must be casting a huge spell!”

People stopped and looked toward the horizon. In the distance, a massive vortex of wind had formed, spiraling wildly into the sky.

“Isn’t that where the Lord practices?” someone asked hesitantly.

“As far as I know… yes.”

“Is Lord experimenting with something again?”

Fear and awe mixed together as people stared at the violent phenomenon.

At the edge of a high cliff, Rathlos sat with his legs crossed, meditating calmly. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow and steady.

Then his brow twitched.

A deep frown formed on his face.

He opened his eyes and looked toward the sky.

Shock flashed across his sharp features.

“Don’t tell me…” he muttered.

A frightening thought crossed his mind. He shook his head almost immediately.

“No. That’s not possible,” he said to himself. “He’s still just a small kid.”

His gaze remained fixed on the distant storm.

“It would be one thing if he were a monster,” Rathlos continued quietly. “Compared to the true monsters I have seen, he still has miles to go.”

He snorted softly.

“The only way to reach that level is to survive and crawl slowly, step by step—”

BOOOOOM!

A deafening explosion cut his words short.

Rathlos’s eyes widened.

A figure shot up from the distance like a meteor, tearing through the sky and closing the gap in an instant. Before Rathlos could even blink, the air in front of him distorted.

Blink.

The next moment, a man appeared right in front of his face.

“Huh… what are you saying?” the man asked casually.

Rathlos froze.

His eyes traveled from the man’s face, to his shoulders, to his body, and then back up again. His pupils trembled slightly.

For a brief moment, Rathlos felt as if he had just been slapped hard across the face.

Hard enough to wake him up from a long dream.

“…You,” Rathlos muttered slowly, disbelief creeping into his voice.

Ethan floated awkwardly in the air, rubbing the back of his head with an embarrassed expression.

“Uh,” he said, glancing around, “did I interrupt something?”