Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill - Chapter 257

Chapter 257: 257:The Lord Is Pissed
Rows upon rows of knights stood like cold statues. Their armours were polished silver, reflecting sunlight like mirrors. Spears and swords rested against their shoulders. Not a single man trembled. Their breaths alone felt like storms pressing against the lungs of civilians.

A chilling pressure fell over the gathering like winter fog.

“What is happening?”

“Are we going to war?”

“Is the territory under attack?”

Panic spread like fire among the crowd.

The drums struck again.

BOOOOM!

All knights lifted their swords at once, sharp metal shining like fangs. They pointed forward toward the command stand.

The sound of the drums grew heavier and faster. The ground itself started to vibrate.

Pebbles started to bounce and dust danced to the rhythm.

A storm of tension rose through the air.

Then footsteps echoed.

It was slow and steady.

All eyes were dragged to the center path where a man walked out from between the ranks.

Ethan Blanks..The Lord Of Blanks Estate.

His appearance alone silenced everything.

His white hair glowed like frost under sunlight. Each strand shimmered with an unnatural purity. His eyes were icy blue, sharp and unwavering as if they could pierce through bones of the watched

His steps were neither rushed nor hesitant. They were filled with courage and a terrifying calmness.

His expression was no longer soft or gentle.There was no trace of warmth. It was cold, chilling, and filled with silent fury.

The people who knew Ethan as a kind lord felt their hearts break at the sight.

Because for the first time he appeared like a ruler with wrath behind his eyes.

…

An older farmer gripped his hoe until his knuckles turned bone white. His shoulders shook, teeth grinding as he stared at Ethan’s changed aura. His voice cracked, then burst from his chest like thunder in a silent valley.

“Which bastard pissed my Lord! Who dares to make him show this face!”

Another old woman, back hunched from years of work, slammed her walking stick against the stone. The impact echoed sharp like a whip.

“Son of bitches!” she roared, spitting anger.

“Don’t let me find who did this. I will rip their guts out myself and feed it to the crows!”

Her voice was raw and full of fire. It startled children, even adults.

“If I get my hands on that dog I will tear his head clean off!” a blacksmith shouted, veins bulging on his hardened arms.

A butcher cursed louder, eyes burning red. “I don’t care if he is a beast or God-damned demon, I will drag him to hell myself!”

“Fuck them all!” someone else screamed.

“Fuck whoever pushed our Lord to this point!”

Voices burned together like dry leaves thrown into flame. Rage spread like fever, quick and unstoppable. People who once spent their days ploughing soil, grinding wheat, tending children and cooking meals now looked like wolves craving blood. Their eyes glowed with madness and loyalty. They felt as if someone had hurt their parents, their backbone, their pride.

Gentle hands now trembled for violence. Wrinkled palms balled into fists. Many had never lifted a sword but swore in that moment they would tear flesh with teeth if needed.

“He smiles at us. He talks to us.From having no food to eat to having plenty to waste,our Lord has blessed us with so much!” a mother screamed, tears streaming, clutching her toddler to her chest. “Who dared hurt the one who treats us like humans!”

“He isn’t just our lord,” another yelled, voice cracking with devotion. “He is our shield, our hope. If the world stands against him then let the world burn!”

“We will follow him even if death stands before us!”

The crowd shook like a storming sea. Every word grew louder, heavier, and wilder. People stamped their feet, slammed tools against the ground, raised fists to the sky.

They were ready to bleed for him.

Ray, Miranda, Herion, Nera, Leo and the younger ones stood among the crowd, unable to breathe for a moment. Their hearts pounded like drums. They had always known their father was respected. He was loved, admired and cherished.

But now seeing thousands tremble, cry and curse for him was something they never imagined.

It was not respectful.

It was devotion bordering worship.

His presence pressed against skin like a storm wind. The ground seemed to hum with life under his steps, as if earth acknowledged the weight he carried. His cold blue eyes held the world inside them, bright like ice reflecting lightning. His white hair caught sunlight like silver fire. He looked like someone carved of purpose and wrath, a lord not only of land but of fate.

He walked calmly but every step felt like thunder in the hearts of those watching. People felt smaller, but not scared. Rather, they felt like standing behind him meant victory, meant future, meant glory.

This man could face gods and they would flinch.

Ray’s throat tightened. Miranda’s fingers dug into her own palms. Herion’s breath shook as if he was staring at a figure both familiar and terrifying. Nera’s eyes filled with pride so sharp it almost hurt. Leo stared in stunned silence, fists trembling, as if a fire had been kindled inside his bones.

They thought they had seen their father’s greatness before.

They were wrong.

This was not greatness.This was power born of burden.

Love held beneath iron discipline.

The tremor in the ground grew, not from the drums now but from the people stomping, raging, shouting Ethan’s name like battle cry.

“FOR THE LORD!”

“FOR LORD ETHAN!”

“WE STAND!”

“WE FIGHT!”

“WE KILL IF WE MUST!”

Their voices swallowed the sky.

The wind itself carried their anger.

It felt like the start of something unstoppable.Something the world was not ready for.

Something that would soon shake the Empire and rewrite history.

This moment was only the beginning.

The beginning of grandeur and the rise of a name that would soon make nations tremble.

Ethan Blanks

Their Lord…

Their Protector.

And millions would learn it either with awe or with fear.