Chapter 77: Reverend Insanity [part 2]
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The heavy silence poured over me like a suffocating blanket as I gazed at the lifeless body of the creature at my feet.
My laughter had died down, leaving only ragged breaths desperately trying to fill my lungs with air.
Each breath burned, a sharp reminder of the wounds I had sustained.
The blood, thick and dark, dripped down my body, mixing with sweat and dust.
I collapsed next to the creature's corpse, still holding the knife, feeling a strange inner calm.
I was wrapped in a bubble of silence and isolation, separated from the outside world.
The darkness seemed to envelop me like a cloak, protecting and imprisoning me at the same time.
I looked at the creature's body, a formless mass of flesh and blood, and decided I needed to know more.
I had to understand what made it so powerful to see if I could recreate something similar.
"It's a pity the System doesn't have a storage function," I thought.
With that thought, I set to work with slow, deliberate movements, grabbing the knife with both hands and starting to dissect the body.
The blade sank into the flesh easily, gliding through layers of skin and muscle.
A dull, visceral sound accompanied each cut as the black, viscous blood spread across the floor.
I felt the sticky warmth of the blood covering my hands, a nauseating sensation that reminded me of the fragility of flesh.
With each thrust of the knife, I felt the resistance of the tissues give way under the sharp blade.
The flesh parted in layers, revealing the twisted insides of the creature.
It was a cruel operation, but my mind was in a strangely analytical calm, focused on learning every detail, every nuance of this being.
The black blood flowed from the wounds, a thick, viscous liquid pooling around the corpse.
The metallic smell filled the air, mixing with that of imminent decay.
My breathing became steady as I sank the blade deeper, exploring the internal structure of the creature.
Its muscles were robust and fibrous, designed for superhuman strength.
As I continued to cut, I discovered that the internal organs were wrapped in a sort of protective tissue, like a web of fibers that absorbed and distributed impacts.
The very nature of the creature seemed to scream its resilience and desire to survive.
I lingered on that strange membrane, trying to understand its function.
It was like an internal armor, a biological shield protecting vital organs.
As I cut into it with the knife, the substance reacted in a disturbing way, contracting and trembling as if it had a life of its own.
The creature's heart, now exposed, was a conglomerate of tissues and blood vessels that faintly pulsed, as if a remnant of dark energy still animated it.
I continued to explore, feeling the chill of darkness surrounding me.
My mind was obsessed with the idea of replicating that strength, of understanding the secret of its power and whether it had any weaknesses.
If I could understand how it worked, perhaps I could create something similar, use that knowledge for my own purposes.
Every knife stroke, every cut was a step toward understanding that mystery.
As I dismantled the complex network of blood vessels and tissues, something caught my attention.
There was a core, a sort of iridescent mass nestled among the main organs. It seemed to pulse with its own light, different from a normal vital core, as it emitted a strange energy that vibrated in the air.
I stopped, both fascinated and frightened.
This was the dark heart of the creature, its true power.
I bent down to observe it more closely, feeling a thrill of excitement mixed with fear.
The energy it emitted seemed to resonate with an echo in my own soul, as if it were calling to me, inviting me to touch it, to understand.
But there was also a palpable danger in that presence, a sense of something deeply wrong, malevolent.
I decided to proceed.
With trembling hands, I brought the knife toward that core, ready to dissect it and uncover its secrets.
The blade touched the iridescent surface, and I felt a surge of energy run through my body like an electric shock.
The core reacted, glowing more intensely, as if responding to my presence.
When the knife blade touched the iridescent surface of the core, a surge of energy shot through me like an electric shock.
My skin prickled, muscles tensed, and a bone-chilling cold radiated from my bones.
The core immediately reacted, pulsing with a sinister, vibrant light that dimly illuminated the room.
It was as if that object was alive, aware of my presence, and watching me with an unspeakable intelligence.
The core itself was an enigma.
A fluid, luminescent mass that changed color, shifting from green to blue and then to deep purple.
Its surface was smooth and almost transparent, and inside, a dense, oily liquid seemed to move, as if it contained unimaginable power.
Its iridescent glow created a disturbing contrast with the thick, dark blood still gushing from the creature's body, painting a picture of pure terror.
With the hand not holding the knife, I touched the surface of the core.
It was warm, pulsating, as if it had its own heartbeat.
I felt another surge run through me, a sensation of dizziness and nausea that made me stagger.
But there was something else too: a connection, a sort of resonance that seemed to touch the darkest depths of my soul.
It was as if that core could perceive my deepest fears, my darkest desires.
I continued to dissect, trying to stay calm as I sank the knife deeper.
Each incision into the core emitted a hiss, as if releasing internal pressure.
The liquid inside began to ooze out slowly, a viscous, glowing substance that seemed to have a life of its own.
It was both hypnotic and terrifying.
Every drop that touched the floor sizzled, corroding the concrete like acid.
The heart of the creature was now open, exposed in all its monstrosity.
Every move I made seemed to amplify the connection between me and the core, as if we were establishing a bond. I felt engulfed by a dark, unsettling energy, a power calling me to delve deeper, to understand and perhaps even surrender to it.
But as I continued to dissect, a sense of imminent danger crept into my mind.
It wasn't just the core reacting to my presence.
The entire room seemed to vibrate with increasing tension, an energy that intensified with each passing moment.
The core pulsed with ever-brighter light, and my senses were saturated with pure terror.
Just as I was about to make the final incision, a whispering voice slid into my ears.
It was an eerie sound, like a distant hiss carrying words of warning.
"You shouldn't do this..."
The voice was low but laden with a gravity that made my blood run cold.
I turned quickly, my heart pounding wildly, trying to see where the sound was coming from.
But even then, I saw nothing.
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