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Chapter 150 The pain and nausea were so intense they brought tears to my eyes—it was a devil!

The Marshal declared, "I, Gillespie, am unworthy to once again stage a grand spectacle of salvation!"

However—for him, who had already easily completed the Great Sea Demon once, a single core Sea Demon was far too boring.

Simply copying something cannot be praised; it is not artistic at all.

Just as fear has a novelty factor, the same thing becomes less exciting after being experienced twice, even if the humans of this world have never seen the form of the Great Sea Demon.

Then—why not just get an even stronger one?

This time, he wants to challenge a dual-core system.

However, there aren't many things that can be compared to the Spirit Origin of a Heroic Spirit and can be considered worthy of being a sacrifice.

If it remains as it is now, that "uncut jade" is not dazzling enough, nor perfect enough.

However—he had already discovered another Rahm that was just as strange, only not as insane, twisted, or excitingly bizarre as this one; that one was merely a slightly odd breed. He had now had the sea demon control it, driving it here.

He was very curious about what kind of chemical reaction would occur when those two unusual Rahms met.

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On the other side, Rentaro Satomi was caught in a fierce battle.

A group of sea monsters were also attacking him, driving him in one direction. Soon, Rentaro Satomi discovered that another group of Rahm had appeared behind him.

'We're surrounded!'

'Don't linger on the shore...'

Realizing they had gone the wrong way, they knew that being by the ocean would only mean facing endless monsters—and just how many monsters were there in the entire Pacific Ocean?

Even if he fought until he was delirious and exhausted, he still couldn't kill all those monsters.

run--!

Compared to the sea monsters in front, the Rahim in the rear can still break through to the interior.

Thinking of this, Rentaro Satomi charged straight at them.

An ordinary Rahm would naturally be no match for him.

Those Rahms, not the same group that Rentaro Satomi had fought before, screamed madly at his sudden attack: "Why?!"

"Traitor—this is a traitor!!"

Why are you attacking us?

"He must have already joined those disgusting creatures!"

"Kill him, kill him, kill him! He's not a mother's child!"

However, even all of these Rahms combined were no match for Rentaro Satomi.

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When Rentaro Satomi fought his way through the Rahmans, he discovered that there was still one hiding in a corner, but it was unable to leave because it was surrounded by sea monsters that were gradually closing in.

This Rahm is strange; it didn't attack like the other Rahms.

but--

Since they're all those disgusting monsters, let's just kill them here.

Rentaro Satomi casually tried to kill Rahm—but Rahm suddenly used his familiar footwork to dodge it.

"Damn it—disgusting, disgusting monsters! I never thought such creatures would even attack their own kind. I really shouldn't have had any expectations of monsters' morality. To actually become a creature like you, my life has truly become a tragic mess."

The familiar Tendo-style steps and the address of "this old man" made Satomi Rentaro's eyes widen.

His voice trembled: "You...you are?! Who are you? You're the monster!!"

The Rahm opposite him paused slightly, seemingly surprised, then said in a deep voice, "You bastard—are you joking with me, kid?! Open your eyes and look at yourself! What's the difference between you and those corpses lying on the ground? That horrible smile, and that feeding posture—that's proof that you're one of them too!"

What?!!!

Bang! It was as if a self-protective filter, a beautiful dream that I had never fully experienced since birth, had been shattered.

When Satomi Rentaro was reminded, he subconsciously looked down, and suddenly—his eyes glazed over, he finally saw a different scene.

Those were severed limbs—the severed limbs of countless Rahms, and he was holding one in his hand, with a notch that had just been bitten by teeth, and a familiar sensation seemed to come from his throat.

It was the same feeling that came through my body after each period of unconsciousness.

'Eat!'

Such obvious words seemed to immediately remind him of what his body had just done.

Unconsciously—he not only killed the Rahms, but also—fed their bodies.

And this feeling wasn't unique to this encounter; I'd felt it before when I met other humans.

Why is it that every time I encounter humans, after being rejected and treated violently and losing my mind, I find that there are no humans around when I recover?

Originally, Rentaro Satomi was able to keep deceiving himself because those humans had run away.

But now another terrifying association has arisen, and there is a 99% chance that this is the truth.

I ate—I actually—ate a human?!

It ate its own kind.

Ugh!!!

In that instant, a violent nausea surged from my stomach, my pupils dilated violently, and my mind completely collapsed in that instant, utterly unwilling to believe the reality.

Perhaps he had been vaguely aware of it from the very first time, but his consciousness's self-protective mechanism, in order to maintain the stability of his rationality, made him subconsciously delete that memory.

But when he realized the truth, suddenly—those dormant fragments of memory from his madness suddenly surfaced in his mind.

He saw—a peculiar 'rahm,' sneering and radiating a terrifying aura, mimicking human cries, laughter, and anger while simultaneously toying with, chasing, killing, preying on, and hunting humans.

The process of killing human survivors.

That was a 'devil' that would absolutely enrage and disgust Rentaro Satomi had seen in his lifetime, someone he would have vowed to risk his life to go to hell to send to meet God!

And the devil's final face was... himself?

In my memory, the reflection of Lahm gradually transformed into the posture of a familiar human being.

When Rentaro Satomi looked at his body again, he found that he had no human form at all. His disgusting, deep purple skin, robust physique, and twisted, segmented limbs crawled across the ground like a spider. He finally understood why he could use multiple Tendo-ryu combat techniques simultaneously: it wasn't that he had imagined more hands, but that he actually possessed more movable limbs.

But the truth was enough to completely shatter Rentaro Satomi's mind and body.

So—he's also...a monster?!

Moreover, they are of the same kind as those Rahms!

Not only that, he even ate a lot of Lahm.

It not only devoured its former kind—humans, but also its current kind—Rahm!

"I...I...I—? Ugh~!!!!" He could only keep gagging. Without eyes, he could only suddenly bleed countless drops of blood from his mouth. It was his blood and tears. Satomi Rentaro.

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Chapter 151 Tendo Kikunojo: My Plan for Rahm's Ascension to Godhood Collapsed Midway

That was excruciating, heart-wrenching pain!

But even their wailing looked particularly disgusting and frightening.

It was as if it were both crying and laughing; it was clearly tears—because they were flowing from its mouth—yet it also seemed as if it were drooling over something.

Kikunojo Tendo felt a chill run down his spine—!

He was a rational yet cruel man, but also lacked any will to protect humanity. Upon awakening, he was enveloped by countless Rahmans and unable to escape. As he was swept along with them, he gradually realized that these Rahmans considered him one of their own, and so he soon came to understand the incredibly cruel truth.

Even though he realized he had become a monster similar to the Gastrea he once hated most!

but--

I can't commit suicide! I can't even kill myself; I don't have the courage!

And it goes without saying that he would want to kill himself by having someone else do it.

The older a person gets, the more they have experienced the pinnacle of power, the more reluctant they are to die.

Moreover, he had not yet taken revenge on more Gastrea—not on those cursed children—and this body was more vibrant and powerful than when he was alive! In addition, he was the son of Tiamat, the mother goddess of creation.

After realizing just how magnificent and terrifying the mother the Rakhim spoke of truly was.

Having learned of the mysterious world and the existence of gods, and inheriting the identity of a god's offspring, it was inevitable... that he also harbored a sliver of hope for the future, a hope that he could one day return to human form.

God's children will also be God.

At the very least, they possess the potential to become gods.

Since one can become a god, changing one's appearance, or rather—making people see the appearance one wants to maintain, should be easy, right?

In this respect, Rentaro Satomi is actually quite talented. Although he cannot let others see his human form, he can first let himself see his 'human' form.

This is the prototype of the light of the soul.

The power of mythology leans more towards the power of idealism. If Rentaro Satomi were given time to become stronger, to grow stronger on his own rather than being forcibly raised to become a divine beast or a god-level being like Rahm, then—he might actually become a life form like the Mesopotamian gods.

While Kikunojo Tendo discovered the possibility of evolution, he did not possess the same talent as Rentaro Satomi. In fact, his words only provoked Rentaro Satomi to go even further mad.

And so—a tragic scene unfolded!

The one who wanted to become human and survive, yet upon recognizing his monster identity, still wanted to eke out a living, lacking both power and talent.

The one who possessed power and talent, upon realizing his 'inhuman' identity, suffered a complete mental breakdown and descended into madness and insanity due to having consumed a large amount of 'food'.

If given the chance, Kikunojo Tendo would probably survive even if he had to eat his own kind or even humans.

This man is so hypocritical. On one hand, he claims to hate monsters, but when he becomes a monster himself, he spares no effort to become the strongest monster, even killing other monsters and former humans. After all—since he has decided to become a new species, his former human identity has naturally been abandoned, so humans are no longer his kind or his compatriots.

This old man is ruthless enough to make such a choice.

But what good is his ruthlessness?!