Chapter 500: Married And Still Overthinking
Garion and Rachel returned to God Island not long after the guests had left.
Inside their room, Garion closed the door behind them, then walked a few steps forward before stopping.
Rachel turned to face him, crossing her arms lightly. "Alright, Garion. You can talk now."
Garion nodded once. "Okay."
He walked over to the side and sat on the bed, then leaned back and lay down. "...Where do I start..."
Rachel didn’t interrupt. She moved over and lay down beside him, turning slightly so she could look at him.
Garion exhaled once. "Alright. You know about Darius, right?"
Rachel’s eyes narrowed slightly. "I know he’s Dahlia’s father. And the one she fought in the last war."
Garion nodded. "Yeah."
He paused for a moment. "Do you know he reached Perfect Chimera?"
Rachel nodded slowly. "I heard that word before..."
She looked at him. "What’s the problem?"
Garion turned his head slightly. "That ’Perfect Chimera’..."
He paused again. "...is actually the Fourth Realm. At least for Black Chimera."
Rachel went quiet.
Her gaze shifted upward toward the ceiling as she processed it, one hand resting lightly on her chest. "...No wonder."
Her voice was lower now. "He was that strong... Dahlia had trouble just beating him."
Garion nodded. "And that wasn’t even the full power."
Rachel immediately turned back to him, her expression tightening. "...What do you mean?"
Her voice stayed low, but the tension was clear. "Are you saying that wasn’t even a fraction of the real Fourth Realm?"
Garion nodded again. "Yeah."
He raised one hand slightly, looking at it. "That’s why Sianor is taking this seriously."
He clenched his fingers once, then relaxed them. "The real Fourth Realm... is that dangerous."
He lowered his hand. "And the only reason I could kill him..."
He paused briefly. "...was because he had just reached it. He wasn’t stable yet."
Rachel stayed silent for a moment. Then she turned fully toward him. "...Then what about us?"
Garion looked at her. "What do you mean?"
Rachel placed her hand on her chest. "Our path."
Her voice was steady, but there was weight behind it. "The God Physique Path... you created it."
She held his gaze. "Our strength depends on you."
Garion looked at her for a second, then smiled. "Don’t worry about that."
He raised his hand again, glancing at it briefly. "I already got a sample of a basic Fourth Realm cultivation method."
He lowered it again. "I’m sure I can create one for us soon."
Rachel closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. "...I see."
Then she opened them again and looked at him. "Then do it as soon as possible."
Her tone softened slightly, but the concern remained. "I don’t want to lose God Gym."
A brief pause.
"...And I don’t want to lose my husband."
Garion turned his head toward her. His expression steadied. "Don’t worry."
His voice remained calm. "I’m not going anywhere."
He held her gaze. "I’ll stay as your husband."
A small pause. "And I’ll live a long time."
Rachel looked at him for another second, then let out a quiet breath. "...Good."
Her expression softened slightly. Then, after a moment, she shifted a little closer. "...So... now that we’re married..."
She tilted her head, a faint hint of amusement in her eyes. "...do you want to do it?"
Garion turned to her and smirked. "Of course I do."
He let out a short breath. "I’ve been preparing for this."
Rachel raised a brow. "Preparing?"
Garion chuckled under his breath and sat up slightly, pulling off his shirt.
Rachel’s gaze moved over him, calm and steady. "...I can see that."
She reached out, placing her hand lightly against his chest, feeling the firmness there.
Her fingers traced down slowly before stopping. "...You really did train for this."
Garion let out a small breath, a bit more aware now. "...Alright..."
He glanced at her. "...let’s begin."
Rachel let out a soft laugh and stood up, removing her dress without hesitation. "Let’s see how long you can keep up this time."
She looked at him directly. "Don’t hold back."
Garion didn’t answer.
He simply moved closer, closing the distance between them.
The room grew quiet. Then the night carried on.
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In the Solmira Clan, the atmosphere was quiet.
On a high platform overlooking the area, Sianor and Sorien stood side by side.
Sorien stepped forward slightly and bowed his head. "Solar Sovereign Sianor... are you really sure about what you told Garion?"
Sianor didn’t look at him immediately. "What do you mean?"
Sorien frowned slightly. "What you told him earlier... about giving him information on Black Chimera."
Sianor’s eyes shifted just a little, but his expression remained calm.
Sorien continued. "That faction isn’t simple."
He glanced to the side for a moment. "They have Fourth Realm cultivators."
Then he looked back at Sianor. "And Garion... he just became a Grand Faction leader."
His brows tightened. "Even if he’s strong, the gap between the Third Realm and the Fourth Realm is too big."
He paused briefly. "He’s not ready to involve himself in something like this."
His voice lowered slightly. "He could die."
Sianor listened, then finally turned his head.
He looked at Sorien for a moment... then smirked. "Sorien... you worry too much."
Sorien raised a brow. "...Am I?"
Sianor nodded once. "You don’t know him."
Sorien tilted his head. "Don’t know him?"
Sianor shifted his gaze forward again. "Do you know how long it took him to build his sect?"
Sorien paused.
He tried to recall it, going back through everything he had heard and seen.
Then... his eyes widened. "...No way."
Sianor smirked faintly. "Yeah. Just like you thought."
He kept his gaze steady. "It took him less than two years."
A brief pause. "From nothing... to a Grand Faction."
Sorien stayed silent, still processing it.
Sianor stepped a little closer, his tone calm but pointed. "Tell me..."
He looked directly at Sorien. "With that kind of growth..."
A short pause. "Do you still think you need to worry about him?"
Sorien frowned. His brows pulled together slightly as he tried to answer. But nothing came out.
He didn’t know what to say.