Godly Revival System: I Buy My Killer's Stats Chapter 611: Mission Completed

From the day Golden Horn’s loyalty towards Ethan reached ninety-nine points, the Old Minotaur practically forced Ethan to drink with him every single day.

Without exception.

And once Golden Horn drank enough Earth Wine, the result was always the sa—endless blabbering.

At first, Ethan listened with anticipation, hoping that sothing—anything—would spark an idea that could help him obtain that final, elusive point of loyalty.

However, after days of listening to the sa drunken rambling, Ethan had lost interest.

Golden Horn spoke of his youth...his battles...his genius children...his powerful wife...and his regrets.

Nothing useful.

Believing that one of his existing plans would eventually work, Ethan gradually stopped paying attention altogether.

Until today.

"I have achieved so much in life..." Golden Horn muttered, swaying slightly as he lifted his wine pot.

"I have a powerful wife... genius children... a strong tribe..."

His voice slowed, turning heavy, ".......but I am still stuck in the Foundation Establishnt Realm."

Those words made Ethan pause.

For the first ti in days, he truly listened**, and** a spark ignited in his mind.

’This...’

Ethan’s eyes lit up.

Once the idea was fully ford, he didn’t hesitate.

After finishing an entire pot of Earth Wine in one go, Ethan placed it down calmly and asked, "Chief Golden Horn, what if I say... I can help you break through to the Golden Core Realm?"

The hall fell silent for a brief mont.

Then—

"Haha...!"

Golden Horn burst into laughter, his massive body wobbling as he slapped his knee.

"Humans really do have a weak tolerance for alcohol!"

Hearing that, Ethan was montarily speechless.

’Weak tolerance...?’

With his cultivation, physique, and Heavenly Talent, even poisons barely had an effect on him—let alone a lowly Rank 4 Spirit Wine.

’Not to ntion... I’m completely sober.’

Ethan shook his head inwardly.

’It’s you who’s drunk... and I’m just using that to my advantage.’

That was right.

With Golden Horn’s cultivation only at the Peak Foundation Establishnt Realm, Rank 4 Earth Wine was extrely effective. His body was visibly swaying, his eyes unfocused, and his breath reeked of alcohol.

And because of that—

Ethan knew it was the perfect mont.

He didn’t give up.

Instead, he repeated his words, slowly and clearly.

"What if... I help you beco a Golden Core Realm Cultivator?"

"..."

Golden Horn stared at him.

Or rather—

He stared at three Ethans sitting in front of him.

Golden Horn blinked hard, shook his head, and rubbed his eyes with his thick fingers before finally speaking.

"Fine..."

He hiccupped, "...if you can help beco a Golden Core Realm Cultivator, I will... I will..."

He trailed off, unable to think of what he could possibly offer.

That was when Ethan calmly interjected.

"I want you to accept as your master."

The words fell like a thunderbolt.

Golden Horn froze for a second.

Then—

"G-good!"

To Ethan’s surprise, Golden Horn didn’t hesitate at all.

"I swear on my Stonehorn Bull’s Might, Body and Soul—"

His voice beca solemn despite his drunken state, "—that if you help break through to the Golden Core Realm, I will accept you as my master!"

The oath resonated through the Stone Hall.

A Minotaur Oath...once spoken, it could not be taken back.

The mont the oath was completed, Ethan felt a subtle ripple in the air.

’Excellent.’

A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.

Finally, after so long... Ethan finally felt so hope as he was close to obtaining exactly what he wanted.

’Looks like he really thinks he has no hope of becoming a Golden Core Realm Cultivator.’

Even though Ethan didn’t expect Golden Horn to accept the wager so easily, he knew the reason behind it.

Actually, Ethan had thought of helping Golden Horn beco a Golden Core Realm Cultivator; however, after hearing his non-stop blabbering about how he used countless treasures and his wife’s adventures in the Void Realm, he gave up on that thought.

However, after all his plans beca useless, Ethan decided to achieve the impossible to get that last point of loyalty from Golden Horn.

"It’s finally ti..." Ethan muttered softly as his gaze turned calm, yet deep and unfathomable as he decided to use his new, powerful ability he had been holding back all this ti.

"It’s ti to use [God’s Proxy] and make him my apostle."

That’s right!

Ethan’s plan was to make Golden Horn his apostle by spending God Essence. As long as he beca an apostle, Ethan could easily help Golden Horn break through to the Golden Core Realm.

’To make soone an apostle, it is quite easy. All I have to do is inject the required God Essence into the body of one who will not resist the God Essence.’

Ethan didn’t care about Golden Horn’s oath. All he wanted was to make Golden Horn listen to him and not resist during the process.

"Chief Golden Horn, please don’t resist."

Ethan’s voice was calm, steady, carrying an authority that even Golden Horn’s drunken mind instinctively obeyed.

Golden Horn nodded absentmindedly, his heavy eyelids fluttering as he muttered, "Mmm... fine... fine..."

The mont Ethan received that silent consent, he acted.

He placed both his hands on Golden Horn’s massive head and instantly, a faint golden glow seeped out from Ethan’s palms.

It wasn’t dazzling or violent.

Instead, it was gentle... yet profound, as though sothing divine had descended quietly into the mortal world.

The God Essence flowed like liquid light, slipping through Golden Horn’s horns, skin, and bones without resistance.

The Minotaur’s massive body stiffened for a brief mont.

Then—

Boom.

A deep, muffled sound echoed from within Golden Horn’s body.

His blood began to surge as golden veins faintly appeared beneath his thick skin as the God Essence spread throughout his ridians, bones, muscles, and soul.

This wasn’t a forceful invasion; instead, it was acceptance.

Because Golden Horn had already lost hope in breaking through on his own and had willingly sworn an oath...

The God Essence t no rejection.

It fused seamlessly with his body.

Golden Horn’s cultivation foundation began to tremble as cracks in his spirit root that had existed for decades—imperceptible yet fatal—were gently nded by the God Essence.

His stagnant cultivation base loosened.

Not only his cultivation, but his bloodline also surged, and his soul grew heavier... stronger... purer.

’Moo’

Golden Horn let out a low groan, his breathing growing rough as waves of power circulated within him.

But the entire process was fast... extrely fast.

Less than a minute later, the golden glow receded, and Ethan withdrew his hands and stepped back.

Golden Horn slumped forward slightly, breathing heavily, his drunken haze completely gone.

At that exact mont, Ethan received the system notifications he was expecting.

[Ding! The host has used 100 units of God Essence.]

[Appointnt successful.]

[The host has appointed his First Apostle.]

[Since the other party has beco an apostle, his loyalty will be absolute towards the host.]

[Congratulations to the host for successfully completing the mission: Loyalty of the Chief of the Stonehorn Bull Tribe.]

Ethan’s lips curved into a faint smile as he muttered, ’F-finally....it is a success.’

Right now, Ethan was delighted that he had forgotten all the pressure he had been feeling for the past few days.