Chapter 383: You naughty husband…

Evelyn’s beautiful silver-gray eyes narrowed for a moment, fixed on Ethan’s face.

His blue eyes were as gorgeous as ever, but there was an unique depth to them now that hadn’t been there before—and, quite naturally, that depth was glued to the tiny shorts she was wearing.

The leather sank into deep grooves over the ample, tanned curves of her buttocks, rising in a thin, obscene line down the middle before sinking between the plump, puffy lips of her cameltoe.

The tight strap bit into the soft flesh, making it swell on both sides as it buried itself in that warm, squishy skin. Every curve was traced with precision, as if the leather had been molded to her body.

The two hundred new recruits scattered across the arena also noticed the Lord’s gaze, and were already beginning to take mental notes.

So that’s what the Lord likes!

Evelyn caught the curious glances from the girls around her and felt her cheeks flush. She let out a defeated sigh.

"You naughty husband... what’s wrong with your eyes?" she asked, crossing her arms just below her bust.

"The aura density in them is much higher than before," Mireya remarked, also noticing the difference—just as a third figure stepped between them.

It was Ysara. She had taken on part of the responsibility of training the Golden Rose Guard, while also training her own daughter and Evelyn—the latter already treated as her personal disciple.

Ysara’s beautiful golden eyes locked onto Ethan’s for a moment before drifting down to Evelyn’s buttocks.

Her lips, painted the same shimmering shade of gold, curved into a mischievous smile as her right hand was already moving.

Her open palm came down on the sweaty, tanned, perfect globes of Evelyn’s plump, juicy ass. The muffled slap rang out with a wet, sticky sound.

The flesh gave way around Ysara’s fingers, partially swallowing her hand. A tremor rolled through the struck buttock and spilled into the other half, which quivered in sympathetic protest.

Evelyn let out a sharp squeal, her body lurching forward with a small hop.

"Looks like he liked these tiny shorts so much that his eyes created magical properties!" Ysara teased, earning an indignant glare from her disciple.

The young woman grunted, rolling her hips in a slow, smooth motion as she tried to tug the shorts back into place.

The two halves of her butt swayed against each other, kissing and rubbing obscenely with every twist, the leather reluctantly conforming to her plump flesh—only sinking deeper between the puffy, pale lips of her vulva.

Ethan smiled at the sight, letting out a contented sigh.

"I’ve acquired an eye skill," he said, stepping toward Ysara as he channeled aura into his own pupils.

In the next instant, the world before him changed once again.

Everything seemed to have been painted gray, like a blank canvas, and only his eyes remained alive—shining like two golden suns amid the void.

Time around him crawled, passing at least twenty times more slowly, and the rate only stretched further the more aura he poured into his pupils.

At the same time, the speed of his own thoughts accelerated by the same measure, staying in perfect sync with his new perception.

It was an incredible ability, and it wasn’t limited to altering his sense of time.

Ethan could see how mana and aura flowed through the environment—and even within the bodies of the people around him.

As he observed the level of aura in Evelyn and Mireya, then compared them to Ysara’s, he let out a heavy sigh.

The density and power of the aura in Ysara’s body were thousands of times greater than his own—and his already surpassed that of any third-stage Awakened.

Ethan withdrew the aura from his eyes, and their color returned to normal.

Mireya and Evelyn only caught, for a few brief seconds, the shift in the color of his gaze.

Ysara, however, with a power far deeper than theirs, widened her eyes, her face overcome with shock.

"Ah... you really never cease to amaze Auntie..." she declared with a rich laugh, pulling Ethan into a tight embrace and planting a lingering kiss on his lips.

"Come on, what else can those eyes do?" she asked, her golden gaze already sparkling with anticipation.

Ethan didn’t hold much back, explaining everything in detail.

The more she listened, the more excited she became, and soon she was waving for the girls to clear the arena.

She had no idea who this so-called Fallen Emperor God was, but considering he had been an existence on par with the gods themselves, those skills could only be incredible!

Without hesitation, she reached out her hand, and a long sword—golden hilt, silver blade—appeared between her delicate fingers as if it had always been there.

Ethan reached out as well, and the God Slayer materialized in his grasp, its familiar weight settling into his palm.

He activated the Eyes of the Fallen Emperor God, and his mind was flooded with countless techniques lost to time.

There were literally thousands of them—from the lowest-level forms to arts so advanced that Ethan could barely conceive of their shapes.

One in particular, called Gold Fall, immediately caught his attention.

He took a deep breath, letting all the information about that technique flow freely into his mind.

It was a simple skill—a single downward strike of devastating power.

Ethan’s closed eyes slowly opened, and he took a step forward.

Although he was activating that technique for the first time, it felt strangely familiar to him, as if the muscle memory of the movement had already been etched into every fiber of his body.

The sword rose above his head and descended in a precise arc. Behind it, something resembling an immense wave of liquid gold surged into being, then came crashing down upon Ysara.

A deafening roar shook the arena.

The women closest to her had to stagger back, their eyes wide as they watched Ysara being swallowed by the golden tide.

The shimmering liquid spread across the stone floor in incandescent ripples, the temperature soaring into the thousands of degrees, the air above warping into shivering spirals of heat.