Divine Emperor of Death Chapter 112 - Variation In Cores

Davis suddenly stood up, grabbed Ellia and threw her off to the bed. He then closed in on her as he removed his black robes revealing his well-shaped muscles, his body was covered by purple coloured top and black coloured bottom.

"You! What are you doing!?" Rolling on the bed, she managed to make herself sit straight as she shouted in a confused manner.

"What am I doing? Just checking if your words are true or not?"

Climbing up the bed, he caught her wrists and pushed her down.

Ellia’s eyelids gently trembled, she looked at his roaming eyes which were suddenly filled with an inquisitive gaze.

He moved his lips closer to her lips slowly as she started to tremble. Finally, he stopped when there was only an inch left to move closer until their lips met.

"Not gonna push me away?" He asked as he looked at her eyes in a serious manner.

Ellia didn’t reply, she continued to look into his eyes as her eyelids trembled. She felt his hot breath blowing on her lips which made her legs go temporarily limp.

Seeing that there was no reply, he released her wrists and stood up, "I don’t understand. Why won’t you push me away? Don’t tell me that it’s because you want to prove that your words are right!"

Ellia stayed silent for a moment before she replied, "... No"

He furrowed his brows as he simply couldn’t understand her actions, "Then why?"

"Because I simply have accepted to be your women from the moment you started treating me like an equal, regardless of whether if I’m a slave or not!"

"You!..." Davis got dumbfounded, he moved back as he picked up his robes while he shouted. "You are still a kid! What do you know about pledging yourself to someone? Don’t confuse with being cared with being affectionate! Remember that I cared for you just because you’re my friend, nothing more, nothing less!"

Saying that words, he exited the study and closed the door in an enraged manner.

Ellia paid no heed to his words, instead touched her lips with her finger as she muttered silently to herself, "Just now, I tried to kiss him, right?"

...

Walking by the corridor in a confused manner, Davis got a headache, "Honestly what’s with her today? Suddenly talking about stuff like this. Did someone in the royal castle manage to twist her reasoning to this mess, or is it because she really liked me to that degree?"

He truly considered her to be his friend after these 3 years. In no way did he see her as a woman except that one time when he was curious about women.

After all, to him, she was still a child and someone to be taken care of in the right sense.

"There’s no way right!?" He asked himself as he smiled wryly. He didn’t know what to think anymore as he couldn’t deny that possibility.

He then sighed, "Life is long, only time will resolve this matter."

He stopped in front of a door and knocked, "Mom!"

The door immediately opened and Claire smiled, "Come in..."

Davis walked in as he got to the point, "Mom, I didn’t have time to ask you before, care to explain why you didn’t allow me to reach Revolving Core Stage?"

Claire giggled in a light tone, "I’ve been waiting for you for all these months, but seeing as you’re working hard in alchemy, I decided to wait until you come looking for answers."

But suddenly she furrowed her brows, "I thought your master would have taught you, but it doesn’t seem likely to be the case..."

"Mom, my master only teaches me about soul forging cultivation." He knew that his mom would ask this, so he thought of an excuse beforehand.

"Oh, seems like you have your own difficulties. It doesn’t matter, mom will teach you!" Claire smiled resplendently, causing Davis to beam as well.

Sitting at the table, she started to explain, "I told you not to cultivate to the Revolving Core Stage because there is an unknown amount to the stages and variation in the core you could cultivate."

"What?" Davis was astonished, he thought this world’s method to cultivate to the Revolving Core Stage was possibly wrong or incomplete. He didn’t think it was inferior.

"During my time here, I managed to observe that people here mostly cultivate the lowest grade core that exists, the fifth-level core. Your father has a fourth-level core while I possess a second-level core." She replied as she shook her head as if she lamented for this continent’s ignorance.

Davis nodded his head and replied, "So the levels of the core determine the battle prowess of cultivators?"

Claire smiled, but shook her head again, "Yes, not only that, but it’s a foundation for one to step into the latter stages of the Energy Gathering Cultivation System."

Davis’s eyes widened in bewilderment, "Then does that mean that I can’t cultivate to the latter stages of the Energy Gathering Cultivation System unless I cultivate a high-level core?"

Claire shrugged, "It necessarily isn’t the case."

"Hmm?" He was confused.

Seeing his confused expression, Claire giggled and explained, "You can still cultivate to the latter stages but it will be difficult as going against the heavens! Which makes it quite impossible to achieve."

Davis nodded his head in understanding and asked another doubt he had in his mind, "Oh, then what about the variations you mentioned?"

"The core we people cultivate is mysterious. It can sometimes change and vary according to one’s body physique, even luck. Some manage to etch laws into their core, which gives them an advantage when comprehending laws in the latter stages. Some people who possess special physique like Clara will unquestionably have their own mutated core."

Davis opened his mouth, forming an ’O’ shape. He felt incredibly envious of the benefits of special physiques.

"Clara is so incredibly lucky to have born with a mighty physique in this barren continent where the heaven and earth is weaker." Claire smiled as she felt proud of herself. She thanked the heavens as she got a blessing. After all, special physiques are entirely bestowed upon the people by the heavens will.