'A cultivator…'
I weighed my response carefully. I didn't want to sell myself as something I wasn't, but the label wasn't entirely wrong either. Cultivation, at its core, meant growing stronger through comprehension of the dao — through understanding, through practice, through discipline. There were countless variations on the theme, but that was the essence.
And me? I grew stronger by fucking.
The thought almost made me laugh. Soon I'd reach D rank, and by then, I'd probably be able to take on these S ranks and their summons alone. If things continued the way they had been — if I kept bedding my villainess and anyone else who caught my attention — I'd eventually hit A rank. Maybe even S rank. At A rank, I'd stand equal to Kassie and the rest of them. And at S rank?
'I could be contending with gods.'
The thought was intoxicating. Dangerous, too.
'Calm down, Cade. Calm down.'
Yeah, I needed to pump the brakes before I got too far ahead of myself. One step at a time.
