LEVEL 0 IMMORTAL-Chapter 60: The Broken God

Perhaps it was his Will, his life experiences, or maybe because he had always been different from the start, but the sight of this creature almost made Elias burst into laughter, but he knew this was the laughter of insanity, a way for his broken mind to find meaning when the world around you suddenly becomes mad.

No mortal should have seen the sight he had seen and was witnessing, and as a Wisp, it hit even harder because Elias knew that mortals’ eyesight and overall perception were so low that they might not even be able to understand the true horror of a thing, even if it was right in front of their faces.

But as a Wisp who had begun touching the forces of Lumina, and who was both blessed and cursed to have attributes that were so high, no Wisp should have them, he was seeing things that no Wisp should ever see.

There was always a balance in life, and for any blessings or power that was given, a corresponding price must be paid.

If Elias were a normal person entering this Fragment, he would not have survived for five minutes, but he did, and he gained great benefits. However, because he was not normal and had access to so much power, his very mind and soul became a battleground. If he could not hold himself together and push through, his mind would tear itself apart.

Elias did not know how he did it; seeing those creatures who appeared like babies was hard enough, but seeing the creature that spawned them was something else entirely.

It could only be described as a literal mountain of pale, rotting flesh, and this mountain had hundreds of breasts covering its torso, swollen, leaking black milk that pooled on the floor.

The swollen nipples were cracked open, weeping pus, and the body sagged in rolls, skin splitting in places, exposing yellow fat and muscle beneath, and in the middle of its stomach, a gaping hole that resembled a cavernous mouth, but there was no teeth, just raw red meat that pulsed and vibrated in a sickening manner as if the hole was breathing.

Hundreds of umbilical cords snaked from the edges of the hole, stretching outward into the darkness like roots, and the cords were twitching as strange fluids were being pumped from this massive flab of flesh into its spawn.

Even as he watched, the large head of one of the creatures emerged from the hole, and it almost appeared a bit normal, although covered with pale pink birthing fluids. It burst out of the fleshy hole with a faint pop as if expelled, and it shuddered as unknown fluids began to race through its body, as its umbilical cord pumped them inside it.

Elias saw the creature’s eyes fly open, glinting like diamonds, beautiful and perfect, but only for a brief moment, as whatever was flowing through the cord reached the creature’s head, and the light he saw died, as the eyes faded to a milky white.

In the brief moment where Elias saw the eyes of this newborn, it had also seen him, and Elias had seen... curiosity and a sort of joy inside those eyes, and he knew that this was not the eyes of a monster, but that moment was short, and whatever potential this baby might have was gone.

Elias fully realized at this moment that he was not killing monsters shaped as babies, but he had been killing babies made into monsters. There was a horrifying distinction here that Elias did not want to dwell on deeply.

He knew he was a monster; his life had shaped him into one, and he had few choices but to become one. After he began to enjoy his hunt and the thrills of battle, Elias knew he was never looking back. However, he drew one line that he could never cross, and that was harming children.

Of all the hunts that he had conducted in his life, a majority of his prey had been killers of children. Elias could never endure the cries of dead children; it sickened him to the core, and yet, he was here seeing something he suspected was even more horrifying than killing all of these babies.

A soft sigh escaped the creature’s mouth, and its massive head grew even larger, accompanied by sickening cracks as if most of its body mass was being poured into it. After a while, the creature went on all fours and began crawling into the darkness.

Elias’s speculation returned as he watched this sickening process. It was as if this mountain of flesh was crippling its spawns and weakening their power, almost as if she feared them.

The thing laughed, distracting Elias since it was the same laughter that had echoed in the darkness, then it spoke,

"Vael’myr saethar... vael’kyris enu thraem’voryn." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The words from this creature were like a flaming drill into his skull, and if Elias was not used to pain, he would be screaming. The only thing that distracted him was a faint rumbling in his mind, as if something recognized these unknown words, and Elias almost cursed when he heard the Passenger speak after all this time inside his head, and this time he was using the voice of a woman that closely mimicked the sound of this monster’s voice.

"My children... bring me the small broken godling to my breast."

Her voice seemed to merge with that of the Passenger in his head, and Elias wanted to stab his own brain just to end it all.

"Fuck my life..." Elias whispered and slowly came to his feet. He was still injured, but his bones had been set; although most were still fractured, he was able to stand on his two feet.

Now on his feet, he was finally able to appreciate the full dimension of this foul creature. Its body might be massive, but perched on its neck, like a small piece of adornment, was the head of this monster.

It was a beautiful head of a woman with long blond hair that slowly grew dirty and black as it fell over her like a waterfall, and the reason he had not noticed this hair was that they had become squeezed into the countless folds of her flesh.

Her head was normal, but from the neck down, it was as if her body had mutated into this gigantic slab of rotten flesh with hundreds of breasts and virtually no limbs to be seen. He should have felt pity for her, but he did not, seeing her head that was relatively normal, suggesting that this creature in some way chose to cruelly maim and disfigure her spawns.

It reminded him of the voice from the goddess, which told him to eat his wings so he could fly. It was almost as if their knowledge of right and wrong had become twisted, and they could no longer tell which was which.

He did not know why he did it, but the thought of hiding before his prey after he had found a way into their den irked him. Knowing that he might pay for it and not caring all that much, Elias called out loudly to the creature in the same language she had used without thinking,

"Saethar vael’kyris... thraem’voryn enu vael."

"My little ones... the broken god comes to you."