Soon, the energy vortex turned into a pillar of light that pierced the clouds above the Gremory estate. Inside, Ethan felt his power skyrocketing. He had not only reached God-rank but had also jumped from the Martial Path to the Immortal Path.
His attribute panel evolved into its final, most concise form:
Name: Ethan Su
Realm: [Lower Deity], [Heavenly Immortal]
Passives: [Root Bloodline (Partial)], [Weapon Grandmaster], [God of Taijutsu], [Dual Cultivation]
Actives: [Thunderclap], [Power of Destruction], [Lustrous Life], [Matter Manipulation], [Mind Control], [Pocket Space], [Sketching (Intermediate)]...
Weapon: [Boosted Gear]
His passives had merged and evolved. "God of Taijutsu" was the fusion of all his combat instincts, while "Dual Cultivation" was now a permanent law of his body. He understood the hierarchy now: Heavenly Immortal (Lower Deity), Mysterious Immortal (Middle Deity), Golden Immortal (Upper Deity), and so on, up to the Great Order Golden Immortal (Dragon God Class).
Ethan opened his eyes. His black pupils looked like a chaotic universe with swirling galaxies. Grayfia, standing by, felt her own long-standing bottleneck tremble just by looking into his eyes.
"Ethan, were you serious about what you said?" Grayfia stepped forward, staring at his perfect face.
Ethan smiled. "Entirely. And now that I'm a God, my Dual Cultivation ability is much stronger. I might be able to help you break through to God-rank in one go."
Grayfia's heart hammered against her ribs. The pink atmosphere of the quiet room thickened. Before she knew it, her soft, ample breasts were pressed firmly against Ethan's chest.
"Grayfia..."
"Mmm..."
Feeling his hot breath on her neck, Grayfia tilted her head back and offered her lush red lips. Ethan claimed them instantly, his tongue invading her mouth with practiced skill. Grayfia's body went limp in his arms, her small tongue surrendering to his.
Ethan's hands began to roam. He lifted her pleated maid skirt to her waist, revealing sexy black thigh-high stockings with garter belts. Between her snowy-white thighs, a pair of semi-transparent black lace panties barely contained her bulging mound.
"Ethan... don't look at me like that..." she whispered, blushing.
The contrast between the stern, professional Queen and this shy, vulnerable woman made Ethan's blood boil.
"Ethan... let's go to the bedroom. It's right above this chamber," she moaned.
Ethan scooped her up and carried her into the fragrant room. Sirzechs almost never stayed here; it was Grayfia's private sanctuary. With a flick of his magic, the curtains closed and the door locked.