Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 106 The Reviving Undead

(After careful consideration, I still feel that Chapter 89 is poorly written, even worse than the initial draft. So I'll post the initial draft later, with some revisions to the plot and details.)
Beneath the Seven Heavens, in the unfathomable dark sea, dwells an enormous creature never before seen or existed. However… the word "dwelling" might not be quite appropriate at this moment.

As that colossal creature grew, the dark ocean that once filled the world before its birth was now occupied by it. Before that colossal creature, even the ocean seemed incredibly small. Rather than saying that this colossal creature lived on the seabed, it would be more accurate to say that the ocean flowed over its body. On the crisscrossing scales and the exposed crevices, the ocean became either trickles or vast rivers, and even in some recessed areas, new shallow and deep seas were formed.

This colossal entity has replaced the land that God did not create, becoming the lowest earth beneath the seven heavens.

However, no angels graced this place. Here, the flow of time was completely different from that of the heavens, and the physical environment was vastly different. It was filled with hurricanes and sandstorms, and there was no light or any life; there was only deathly silence.

This colossal creature has lingered beneath the heavens since the beginning of creation, sleeping quietly, trying its best to slow down its growth and postpone the time when it will fall into hunger again.

When the wandering soul returned, the colossal entity, as vast as the earth itself, slowly opened its eyes. Its cold, indifferent vertical pupils held neither joy nor anger, only tranquility.

Without a doubt, the serpent was weak in the face of this omniscient and omnipotent being, and it disdained to deny this fact. Denying and refusing to acknowledge the facts is itself a symbol of fear and cowardice, and neither of these emotions had anything to do with the serpent.

That is why Orochi intended to use this match, which was clearly more advantageous to him, to defeat the omniscient and omnipotent being.

The omniscient and omnipotent is not without weaknesses. A God who resists His own omniscience and omnipotence, and who is unwilling to be completely omniscient and omnipotent, is equally ignorant of the future, and may even deliberately ignore it. Furthermore, He will not use His omnipotence to alter reality. In other words, the serpent likely need not worry that, after its victory, the omniscient and omnipotent will forcibly alter the facts and transform it into a world of defeat for Him.

For various reasons, this was a match that seemed to have almost no chance of winning, but was not entirely without a chance of victory.

However, according to the default rules between Orochi and the Omniscient One, the two "Kings" are not allowed to make direct moves on this chessboard. This certainly limits the power of the Omniscient One, but it also limits the power of Orochi. Even though it possesses enormous power that is enough to destroy the entire world except for God, it has to follow the rules of "proxy war" and fight with chess pieces.

So... which chess piece should we use?
While deep in thought, the serpent, unable to resist its sleepiness, once again fell into a deep sleep.

……

In the abdomen.

The post-apocalyptic universe, plunged into a deathly silence, is nothing but desolation. Lacking the existence of gods, the world is dark and cold, devoid of any light or warmth. The dead Founding Titan still maintains the fierce fighting posture it had before being devoured, its bristling hair and beard and angry eyes appearing majestic, but that is all it is...

There was nothing but a colossal corpse stretching across the universe.

At its feet, the underworld of Helheim, which has buried countless spirits of broken spears, headless gods, and the hideous corpses of giants, remains unchanged since time immemorial. However, this time, even the dead have fallen into a deep slumber and can never wake up again.

When Jormungandr devoured Ymir, it also swallowed the entire Norse universe. But the colossus that slept at the end of time devoured all the spacetime belonging to the Norse universe and swallowed the future of the entire Norse universe. From then on, there will never be a Norse universe again, because their "future" has been swallowed up.

"tread……"

In this desolate landscape, dark beings roam this dead world.

Finally, it stopped at a certain point. Before it lay a severed hand, stained with blood. Though slender and smooth, the hand, though covered in blood, still hinted at the former radiance of its owner. Now, however, it was merely a fragment among countless corpses. But the creature of darkness cared not for that; what it cared about was…

"Finally found."

As it spoke softly, the dark entity stretched out one of its hands, tracing the severed hand all the way back to its owner's whereabouts, and even... awakening the dead who died in the Ragnarok War from their eternal slumber.

Driven by immense power, the bodies of the dead were reshaped, and souls that had been dead for an unknown period of time were awakened from the depths of the earth, finally opening their eyes once more.

"Uh……"

The parched throat first emitted a strange, speechless sound, and then the departed spirit slowly opened its eyes. Before it, there was nothing but darkness, and it could see nothing at all.

Somewhat bewildered, the deceased tried to prop himself up with his hands, staring blankly into the darkness beside him.

"Am I... not dead?"

The last image in her memory was the light in front of her, and the image of her subconsciously trying to block the light and then being swallowed by it. But now... why is she conscious again?

"Of course you're dead."

An indifferent voice sounded beside her.

Upon hearing that voice, she was initially bewildered, as the unfamiliar voice made her feel extremely strange. However, at the same time, she felt a deep sense of intimacy, familiarity, and... admiration.

She looked up and saw a figure in front of her, a figure in infinite darkness, darker than the darkness around her. Although it was completely different from the one in her memory, she immediately recognized its identity.

Inexplicable emotions welled up within the body of the deceased, which should have been completely cold.

What was that feeling? She didn't know.

A corpse is devoid of emotion; its cold body does not allow the deceased to possess passionate feelings. Yet, those emotions are exceptionally stubborn and tenacious, and even the coldness of the corpse cannot erase them.

She struggled to stand up, then solemnly bowed to the figure before her, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Father."

Mona, the ancient ruler of the Eastern world, the queen who governs millions of snake people and snakes, and the daughter of snakes, worshipped the figure before her with utmost devotion.

(End of this chapter)