Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill - Chapter 432:Filthy Rich
Chapter 432:Filthy Rich
With the Arcane Weapons completing their testing phase successfully, they were immediately installed along the defensive walls of Blank territory. Massive rune-engraved cannons stood at regular intervals, their cores glowing faintly with stored mana. Guards and engineers moved carefully around them, performing constant inspections because everyone understood one thing clearly.
Blank’s defensive strength had risen to an entirely different level.
However, while military preparations strengthened one side of the world, the overall atmosphere across the continent grew increasingly heavy.
Political instability spread everywhere.
Envoys from major Empires traveled endlessly between capitals, engaging in fragile peace talks with demon representatives. Every discussion carried enormous weight because a single failed negotiation could ignite a war capable of engulfing the entire world.
Among high nobles, panic was limited. They possessed wealth, armies, and fortified lands.
Commoners, however, lived under constant fear.
Whenever war began, they were always the first to suffer. Taxes increased, food became scarce, farmland burned, and innocent lives vanished without warning. Many families quietly stored supplies while merchants hesitated to move caravans across unstable borders.
Uncertainty slowly ate away at society.
This instability heavily affected trade networks, especially Global Symphony, which had been preparing to expand aggressively through food culture and luxury markets. In times of looming war, people rarely cared about leisure or exotic cuisine.
Yet strangely, another trend rose against the grim atmosphere.
Ethan’s newly released Winter Noble Collection, following the overwhelming success of his Summer designs, swept through Arcadia like a storm.
Inside the capital’s grand noble hall, Ethan stood surrounded by aristocratic ladies of Arcadia’s highest circles. Crystal chandeliers illuminated the marble floor while soft music echoed through the chamber. Noblewomen gathered around him, examining fabrics displayed on enchanted mannequins.
“These patterns are completely new.”
“The texture feels alive.”
“And this embroidery absorbs mana?”
Excited whispers spread continuously.
Ethan wore a refined dark noble coat designed by himself, its clean lines enhancing his natural charm. Even veteran nobles admitted silently that the man understood elegance better than anyone alive.
The original dresses were released with a starting price of 10,000 gold coins, yet bidding quickly climbed beyond expectations. Some exclusive pieces sold for hundreds of thousands, shocking even experienced merchants.
But the true sensation came from three special robes.
These were crafted through joint collaboration between Ethan and Mareti.
Each robe carried embedded runes providing safety functions, accelerated mana absorption, and a defensive barrier capable of enduring attacks comparable to an Emperor-Realm knight.
Such treasures were no longer fashionable.They were survival artifacts disguised as luxury.
No noble lady wished to lose them.
Competition escalated so fiercely that arguments nearly broke out during private reservations. Seeing the chaos, Rina calmly intervened and made a decisive choice.
The three robes would be sold through a global auction.
…
The grand auction hall overflowed with nobles, royal representatives, merchant leaders, and envoys from powerful families. Mana lamps illuminated the stage while protective formations ensured security.
When the first robe was revealed, a collective gasp echoed across the hall.
Silver threads shimmered like frozen moonlight, and faint runes pulsed beneath the fabric.
The auctioneer raised his hammer.
“Starting bid. Eight hundred thousand gold coins.”
Immediately, voices rose.
“Eight hundred thousand gold coins!”
“Eight hundred twenty-five thousand gold coins!”
“Nine hundred thousand!”
The atmosphere grew heated as nobles leaned forward intensely.
“One million.”
The calm voice silenced the hall momentarily.
But the bidding did not stop.
Prices climbed relentlessly until the first robe was finally secured by the Merchant Association, intending to display its influence across trade networks.
The second robe triggered even greater competition.
After fierce bidding, it was purchased by the Princess of Arcadia, who later announced it would be presented to the Empress during a grand imperial occasion.
The final robe caused near chaos.
Several dukes competed openly until one powerful Duke secured it and proudly declared it would be gifted to his favored wife.
When the hammer struck for the last time, applause erupted throughout the hall.
Combined earnings reached nearly 4.2 million gold coins.
The House of Blank was practically buried under mountains of gold.
Treasury officials worked overnight simply to record incoming wealth.
However, if any of those nobles who spent fortunes entered Ethan’s private estate, they might cough blood in disbelief.
Because inside the Blank residence…
Every one of Ethan’s wives already possessed a personal set crafted specially for them.
While the world fought wars over three robes, the women of House Blank casually wore theirs during evening walks in the garden.
And somewhere in the estate, Ethan quietly wondered whether revealing that fact would start another war entirely.
The afternoon sun spread gently across the inner gardens of Blank Estate, painting everything in warm golden light. The celebration banners from the recent wedding still fluttered softly in the distance, and laughter from children echoed faintly somewhere beyond the hedges.
Unlike the busy administrative halls or training grounds, this part of the estate felt peaceful.
Ethan sat beneath a wide flowering tree surrounded by four reclining chairs specially prepared for comfort.
Mira, Elara, Selene, and Lyra rested there, all visibly pregnant. Soft cushions supported their backs while servants quietly placed fruit juice and warm tea nearby before retreating respectfully.
Ethan looked at them with a relaxed smile before asking casually,”So do you like your freedom?”
Mira immediately snorted and adjusted her position with difficulty.
“Freedom my ass…” she cursed. “All I am doing is giving birth.”
Lyra covered her mouth lightly and spoke gently,”Sister… you should not curse. You have a baby.”
Mira’s lips froze mid-complaint, and she looked completely defeated for a moment.
Elara quietly laughed while Selene shook her head in amusement.
Seeing her expression, Ethan could not help laughing softly.
“Why are you blaming me?” he asked innocently.
Mira’s face turned red instantly.
“Wasn’t it you who screamed like a vixen saying give it more… give me more…”
Before he could finish, Mira grabbed a cushion and threw it toward him.
“I just went with the flow!” she snapped, cheeks burning.
“You should have controlled it. It is your fault.”
Ethan immediately raised both hands in surrender.
“Yes, it is my fault,” he nodded obediently.
At moments like this, arguing was suicide.
As people wisely said, a happy wife meant a happy life.
Selene, who had been quietly touching the embroidery of her dress, spoke hesitantly.
“Lord… won’t us wearing such expensive clothes create a problem?”
Ethan looked at her in confusion.
“What problem? You can tear it as much as you want. It might be expensive for others, but for us it is cheap.”
The women exchanged helpless smiles at his shameless confidence.
Ethan leaned back and continued casually, his voice filled with warmth.
“If one day I become strong enough, I will pluck stars from the sky and make garments with stars embedded inside…”
He had not even finished speaking when a loud gasp sounded behind him.
“Don’t forget your words! We have recorded it.”
Ethan turned around slowly.
Sophia stood there triumphantly holding a recording crystal, her eyes shining with dangerous satisfaction.
Claira nodded seriously beside her.
“Yes. You cannot go back on your words now.”
Lia crossed her arms and added calmly,
“I am sending this to the other sisters as proof. Sister Diana would have loved such a dress.”
“Exactly,” Sophia agreed proudly.
Ethan stared at them speechlessly while the pregnant women burst into laughter.
“You really trapped yourself this time.”
Ethan sighed but smiled helplessly.
Though achieving such a thing sounded impossible now, a quiet thought formed in his heart.
As long as I reach Godhood one day… I will definitely achieve this.
If any Ascension Realm expert heard that ambition, they might rush over just to slap him awake.
Becoming a god just to pluck stars for his wives?
FUck youu
