Chapter 147: You Sleep A Day Away

The fleshy balls were the color of bruised meat, slick with fluid, and each one twitched as though dreaming. Their twitching increased in intensity, and they slowly opened up like a flower meeting the rising sun.

There was a sound like paper tearing, and the fleshy balls straightened, and their shape, even while covered by birthing fluids were eerily similar to the creature that Luka had transformed into, even down to the black scribe robes that he was wearing, although at a closer look, it would be revealed that the robes were growing out of the skin of the creatures.

Barely five minutes ago, the void creature had been killed, but three of them had been reborn inside the body of the massive stomach hidden in this dark alley.

It was night and the red eyes of the creature shone like torches, in their mind was the last order given to them by the boy… go out there and die.

And so that was what they did, looking at each other, the creatures moved out of the alley and went towards different directions, looking for places to die.

Behind them, although the massive stomach was growing, it was digging itself into the ground much faster, though digging might be the wrong word, because the stomach was consuming the ground beneath its bulk and transferring everything to its stomach, which seemed to be able to contain everything.

This stomach had its own instincts, and it knew that soon it would need to give birth to more and more spawns, and for that it needed resources… for now, the dirt and stones would do, but soon it would require flesh filled with the vitality of the gods themselves.

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Elias woke with a start, and he lay on his back for several seconds as if he was trying to figure out where he was, and that was because he could not understand what his internal clock was telling him… twenty-four hours, he had slept through an entire day!

Back when he was a mortal, Elias had prided himself on going for one straight week without sleep, and then after resting for four hours, all of his fatigue had vanished, but now, he was a powerful Ascendant Candidate with attributes many times greater than a mortal, and yet he was sleeping for an entire day?

But then, after a moment of thinking about this issue, he thought that perhaps he was not looking at it in the right frame of mind. Sure, he needed less sleep as a mortal, and that was because he was still less; his talent could easily erase the fatigue of a mortal’s body, but that was not the same with a body that was countless times more powerful than a mortal one, and had taken an incredible amount of damage in the last few days.

Elias did not know the price of his healing, but as he was getting stronger, and his unknown talent was healing stronger tissues, it seemed that his sleeping issue might be tied to his healing.

He remembered waking up extremely sore while in the Highspires, and the Commander had told him that it was due to activating his Godform, and whatever that might be, it must be incredibly powerful and extremely dangerous to his body to the extent that even after it ended, he could hardly move for a while.

Elias sighed and sat up in bed. There were too many things on his plate to handle, and losing twenty-four hours felt like he had wasted too much time.

“As an Ascendant Candidate, how long is my lifespan anyway?” Elias muttered aloud, but thinking about the dangerous path that he was on, not just his triple forged flesh, or his impending void incursions that would require him to enter the Fragment of Divinity once more… his lifespan no longer seemed as important, he needed to be able to survive every day that was placed in front of him, and maybe when he had survived enough days, he would begin to think of the years.

Now that he was sitting up, he began to stretch, and his joints popped in satisfying ways. Surging to his feet, he could feel and see the flexing of his muscles responding with a speed and power that still felt slightly foreign.

From sitting to standing, the process was almost instantaneous. He was getting used to his enhanced body, but it had barely been a weekm and the transition from mortal to Fury Forge had been so rapid that parts of him still felt like they belonged to someone else.

From his height to his powers, it was almost as if he had been in a long dream, and now he was waking. From a larva to a butterfly, he had experienced total transformation.

“Yet I am still here…” the Passenger suddenly whispered, and Elias’s good mood vanished. Of course, how could he have forgotten the maleficent parasite inside his mind?

Elias swore to himself with gritted teeth, “If for only one purpose to stay alive and grow strong, it would be to find out what you are, and then dig you out from my head before slowly torturing you to death. Do you hear me, Passenger? I will not die until I have killed you.”

As if his entire body was responding to his words, he felt a lightness in his spirit and the nine purple marks on his chest pulsed faintly, warm against his skin.

Something about them seemed to have changed as the purple was a bit darker, and the golden glow in the center of the purple mark was dimmer.

Elias walked up to the mirror to observe changes in his body, and noticed that the golden light at the center of the purple mark almost felt solid.

Acting on a whim, Elias conjured a blade using his swarm and brought it to his wrist, where he made a cut. Immediately, he could feel the Trait of Dense Flesh that came from having his durability higher than two hundred points. If he was not wrong, such levels of Durability should only be found on a Mist Phantom who was focused on his flesh.

But Elias no longer had an inflated view of his attributes any longer, perhaps other genuises might not be able to fully match the depth and spread of his Attributes that touched every one of his stats, but after gaining a Heavenly Grade Vein Art that could increase Vitality, he knew that with the proper art and enough talent, there could be many monstrous individuals that could equal or even vastly exceed his present power.

The reason he was slicing open his wrist was to confirm that one, his blood did not easily flow out of his body any longer, and two, that his veins were indeed glowing.

While his other Arts appeared not to be progressing as much, the Heavenly Grade Art seemed to be using the networks of the veins around his body as its own and was slowly transforming every vein in his body.

He closed his eyes and reached inward, touching the edge of his Lumina Space. It was there, vast and strange, the tablet of the First Scroll hovering above the infinite oceans, the blood sphere that felt like an ocean, and the mountain standing sentinel over their claimed pools.

The Void Echo’s memories were still there, a vast library of eons that would take him years to fully process.

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