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

Ethan raised his sword.The chaotic aura around his sword thickened, rippling like unstable heat.

“Chaos Sword Art, First Form.”

Mark’s hand clenched, and the scythe flew back into his grasp, spinning as it returned. He swung it in a wide arc, releasing a massive crescent of black and crimson energy that screamed as it tore through the air.

The crescent of abyssal energy collided with Ethan’s blade and simply unraveled an uncanny attack.

The attack twisted, broke apart, and dissolved into nothing, as if its very structure had been erased.

Mark’s pupils shrank.

Before he could react, Ethan vanished.

CRACK!

Ethan reappeared beside Mark and slammed his knee into Mark’s side. The impact sent a brutal shock through Mark’s body, lifting him off the ground and hurling him sideways into a shattered column.

BOOOOOOM!

Stone exploded outward. Mark crashed through it and rolled across the floor, leaving a trail of blood and broken debris.

He roared and forced himself upright, wings flapping violently.

“You damned monster!”

Mark spread his arms wide. Dark symbols ignited across his body. The air grew heavy and suffocating.

“DOMAIN OF THE FALLEN KING!”

The temperature dropped instantly. Shadows stretched unnaturally long. A crushing pressure pressed down on everything within the hall, forcing weaker nobles to collapse completely.

Inside the domain, Mark’s presence swelled.

His wounds began to close. His aura surged.

Ethan felt the pressure settle on his shoulders.

He exhaled slowly.

“So this is your last card,” he said calmly.

Mark laughed, a twisted, broken sound.

16:44

Mark laughed, a twisted, broken sound.

“Inside my domain, I am absolute!”

He moved again.This time, his speed doubled.

The scythe flashed like a dying star, striking from above, below, and behind in rapid succession. Every swing carried a crushing force, enough to split mountains and tear the land apart.

CLANG!

CLASH!

BOOOOM!

Ethan met every strike head-on. His greatsword moved in a blur as he blocked, parried, and deflected without pause. Sparks burst out with every collision, mixed with fragments of chaotic energy that screamed as they tore through the air. The ground beneath them cracked again and again, unable to endure the pressure of two Emperor-level beings clashing without restraint.

Mark twisted his wrist, and the hooked edge of the scythe slipped past Ethan’s guard.

RIP!

The blade tore across Ethan’s shoulder.

Blood sprayed out, splashing onto the shattered stone.

Mark laughed loudly. “How does it feel?”

“Helpless right?”

But before the sound faded, Ethan stepped in instead of retreating. His greatsword smashed forward with brutal force, slamming into Mark’s ribs.

CRACK!

Bone shattered.

Mark coughed blood as his body was thrown back, but he forced himself upright and countered immediately. The scythe swept low, cutting into Ethan’s thigh, then rose in a vicious arc that split the air.

SLASH!

BANG!

Both of them were wounded now.

Blood stained the ruins.

Yet Ethan did not slow down.

Light surged through his body. The torn flesh sealed itself, bone knitting together as holy radiance repaired the damage. The pain vanished as if it had never existed.

Mark saw this and his grin faltered for a moment.

“What was that!”

Ethan stepped back once, steadying his stance. He briefly touched the blood on his shoulder and looked at it on his fingers.

His eyes sharpened.

The chaotic aura around him suddenly changed.It stopped raging.It became heavy.

Dense.

The air itself seemed to sink.

The pressure inside the domain shifted violently. The ground groaned, and cracks spread outward like veins.

Mark’s smile froze.

“What did you do?” he growled, his voice tight with unease.

Ethan raised his sword again.

“This.”

He took one step forward.

The entire domain shuddered. Shadows twisted. The air screamed.

Mark roared and attacked desperately, swinging the scythe down with everything he had left.

“EXECUTION OF RUIN!”

Dark energy poured from the blade like a flood, swallowing light and sound as it descended.

Ethan did not retreat.

[Sacred Luminous Art]

The cracked greatsword in his hands was wrapped in an invisible mass of light. Before the two weapons even touched, the energies around them clashed violently, tearing into one another like living beasts fighting for dominance.

Lightning flared.

The shockwave exploded outward, ripping apart everything nearby.

Buildings collapsed one after another. Walls were erased. The ground was blown apart as debris and stone were hurled into the sky.

The two forces compressed, twisted, and screamed, then erupted in a blinding flash that shook the entire world.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

The blast flattened everything within reach. The remaining walls were reduced to dust. The throne platform disintegrated completely. The roof was torn away, opening the ruined hall to the sky above.

The ground was pulverized, turned into a sea of broken stone. The sky itself seemed torn, clouds ripped apart by the force.

The sound was like meteors colliding again and again.

When the dust finally settled, two figures were seen thrown apart, flung nearly a kilometer away.

A massive crater had formed.

At its center, Mark knelt on one knee.

His scythe had cracked down the middle, dark fractures crawling across its surface. Blood poured from his arms, his chest, and his mouth. His draconic wings trembled violently, barely holding together as torn scales fell away.

Ethan stood before him, gripping his cracked greatsword.

Unlike Mark, his condition was alright.

Though his weapon was damaged, his body stood firm. Mark slowly lifted his head.

His eyes were filled with disbelief, hatred, and a creeping fear that he could no longer hide.

“How…” he whispered.

Ethan stepped closer, his voice cold and steady.

Mark tried to rise, his muscles screaming in protest.

Ethan’s power pressed down harder.

The ground beneath Mark’s knee cracked and sank further.

“You wanted to be freed from the curse right?”

“Now this is where your curse ends,” Ethan said quietly. “And your reign with it.”

The chaotic aura surged once more, wild and merciless.

Mark gritted his teeth until blood poured from them. His scream tore through the ruins, raw and broken.

“Why?”

“Why is God so unfair!”

“Even after everything I did, I still can’t win. Ahhhhh!”

As he roared, his body began to shift and tremble, dark power surging uncontrollably.

“But it’s not over.. Monopolis..He is still here…”

“Hahaha..Once he comes back we will join hands and kill you!”

Ethan raised his cracked greatsword, preparing to strike.

Then—

BOOOOOOOOM!

Something slammed into the ground nearby with a devastating impact, sending another shockwave rolling across the crater.

Dust and debris rose again.

When it cleared, Ethan’s eyes narrowed.

A broken, ruined body lay in the crater, twisted and unmoving.

The moment Mark saw the figure,his eyes widened with horror.

It was none other than Duke Monopolis.