Chapter 110: Chapter 110 – Inside the Beast

I forced my exhausted mind to focus, steering the perspective within Delilah’s dream toward the crucial moment. The scene shifted rapidly, and I was immediately met with a sight beyond imagination.

They were inside the giant creature’s body.

Pulsating walls of flesh surrounded them, threaded with veins as thick as ancient trees that glowed with a sickly green light. The air was heavy, warm, and humid, reeking of rotting meat and hot metal. The ground beneath their feet was a springy mass of muscle tissue, shifting and undulating as if it were still alive.

“Run! Don’t stop!” Freyden yelled, leading the charge.

But their path was treacherous. From the fleshy walls, pale, sticky hands began to emerge, stretching out like roots searching for prey, grasping and clutching to block their way.

“Fucking piece of shit!” Ophelia shrieked, unleashing a burst of flame that incinerated the grasping hands into ash.

The Winter Knight was a man of few words. Wherever the hands reached for him, ice instantly crystallized around them, shattering them to pieces.

I watched Delilah weave an energy shield around the group while Sky Ranger provided covering fire, picking off hands that dropped from the fleshy ceiling. Charlotte tended to their mounting wounds, and Eldertree summoned bridges of roots to carry them over treacherous terrain.

The Abyss Dancer moved like a phantom between the limbs, shadows writhing from her body to slice through the hands before they could touch her. As for Hell Spectre, she was truly ghostlike; the hands passed straight through her form as if she were mere mist.

After a grueling struggle, they finally burst into a vast chamber pulsing with raw energy. At its center stood a colossal crystal, six meters tall and shaped like a human heart, throbbing with a deep, bloody light. It was connected to thousands of glowing energy vessels that branched out in all directions, forming a colossal nervous system.

“This is the core!” Freyden shouted. “Attack it now!”

They didn’t hesitate.

Freyden raised his sword, energy coalescing at its tip before he unleashed a devastating slash.

Simultaneously, Delilah conjured a spinning star of pure energy above her head. From it, countless lances of light shot forth, piercing the crystal from every angle.

The Winter Knight raised his hands, and the air around the core flash-froze, encasing it in a shell of cracking ice. Ophelia followed with a torrent of fire that scorched its surface, creating a violent contrast of extremes.

Yet the crystal held strong. Under the onslaught, it cracked but refused to shatter.

“Cover me!” Hell Spectre’s voice echoed from the shadows. “I can destroy it from the inside!”

Freyden gave a sharp nod, and the other hunters redoubled their assault, drawing the crystal’s attention. Hell Spectre vanished. Moments later, the cracks in the crystal began to glow with an eerie purple light from within.

“Now! All together!” Freyden commanded.

In that instant, the remaining eight—Freyden, Delilah, the Winter Knight, Ophelia, Sky Ranger, Charlotte, Eldertree, and the Abyss Dancer—unleashed their ultimate attacks as one. A blade of pure energy, a falling star, absolute zero, hellfire, searing bullets, holy light, crushing roots, and lethal shadows all converged on the core.

BOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!

A cataclysmic explosion rocked the chamber. The crystal shattered, releasing a shockwave that hurled them all backward. The world around them trembled and began to collapse.

The first floor was complete.

The scene changed. They now stood on a small island adrift in an endless ocean. A single giant tree with golden leaves towered at its center, and beneath its boughs, hundreds of graves with simple wooden markers stood in neat, sorrowful rows.

“Half a year… just for the first floor,” Eldertree murmured, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

My own mind was fraying at the edges. I accelerated the memory, catching only fragments of their harrowing journey.

I saw them on a plain haunted by hundreds of transparent, wandering spirits. Their task was to guide these lost souls through a gate of light—a mentally and emotionally draining ordeal.

Then, a bizarre city trapped in a repeating time loop. They were forced to relive the same events, solving intricate puzzles to break the cycle. I watched them fail, reset, and try again in an endless, frustrating loop.

The most intriguing was the final floor. They were split into two groups—one trapped in the past, the other in the future. They had to cooperate across time, solving interconnected puzzles where actions in the past altered the future, and clues from the future guided the past.

I saw Freyden and Delilah, with the future group, communicating with the Winter Knight and Hell Spectre in the past through ancient devices.

By the time they reached the summit, only five remained: the Sword Saint, Star Witch, Winter Knight, Abyss Dancer, and Hell Spectre. And they had all ascended to Rank SSS—the pinnacle of human power.

The others, severely injured, had lost consciousness on the lower floors. They survived only because the five carried them down.

But the tower’s peak was… underwhelming. A simple circular platform with a spiral staircase leading to a solitary door beyond the clouds. A plain wooden door sealed with an ancient lock.

“Only the keyholder can open this,” Freyden whispered, drawing a silver key from his pocket—a key hauntingly similar to the [Key of the Tower of Space] I possessed.

Since this was Delilah’s memory, I could only watch in frustration as Freyden began his solitary climb up the spiral staircase. Delilah and the others could only watch, a mix of anxiety and curiosity on their faces, completely unaware of what lay beyond.

The frustration was maddening. After all that struggle and sacrifice, I was denied the final revelation! My mind, pushed beyond its limit, throbbed in protest, demanding rest.

I wrenched myself from Delilah’s memory, a deep sense of incompleteness gnawing at me. My mind ached, but one truth was clear: the secrets of the Tower of Time and my father’s legacy were inextricably linked to me. I would uncover the truth, one day. But for now, I needed to rest.

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I awoke still buried deep inside Delilah’s warm, clinging pussy, my throbbing cock seemingly unwilling to part from its wet embrace.

My face was nestled between her large, voluptuous breasts, my lips gently suckling her swollen left nipple. Her sweet breast milk flowed slowly, filling my mouth with unparalleled pleasure. My other hand incessantly kneaded her heavy right breast, squeezing out fresh milk that trickled down, slicking the skin of her stomach.

Suddenly, a phone ringtone shattered the silence. Delilah stirred weakly, fumbling for her phone on the bedside table without disturbing my position on top of her.

“H-Hello?” Her voice was hoarse.

“Del,” the Headmistress’s voice came through clearly on speaker. “I want to talk about your stepson. He’s only attended for three days since we last spoke. I can’t keep making exceptions.”

Hearing that, I just smirked wickedly. My cock pulsed reflexively inside her, making Delilah gasp softly.

“A-Adam… ” she moaned weakly, trying to suppress the sensations spreading through her.

“Are you okay, Del? You sound strange,” Ophelia asked, her tone now laced with suspicion.

I brought my lips close to Delilah’s ear, whispering softly, “Tell her I’ll return to the academy.”

“He… he will return to the academy, Ophelia,” Delilah managed, her breath beginning to quicken. Her hand fisted in the sheets, trying to hold back the rising tide of pleasure.

“You’ve said that before. I need a guarantee, Del. This is a serious violation of academy regulations.”

I thought for a moment. I figured it was time to show them a little of my power. I whispered again, “Tell her I’ve Awakened.”

Hearing my words, a flicker of clarity shone in Delilah’s eyes before she spoke.

“Ophelia… Adam… he has Awakened.” She tried to sound normal, but her pussy was growing wetter with every subtle movement I made. “He’s an Awakener now.”

A pause on the other end. Then Ophelia’s voice returned, more serious. “An Awakener? Del, are you sure? This isn’t something to joke about.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. Slowly, I began to move my hips, pushing my cock in and out of her. Delilah bit her lip hard, stifling a moan.

“Yes… I’m sure,” she answered, her voice trembling. “He… ah… he showed me his ability.”

“Del, you really sound strange. Are you sure you’re okay?” Ophelia pressed, her worry evident.

Delilah’s inner walls tightened further, as if trying to hold me still, which only fueled my excitement. I quickened my pace, each thrust making her body shudder.

“N-No… I… I’m fine,” she lied, her hand gripping my arm tightly. “Just… a little under the weather.”

“Alright, if that’s true, then it’s remarkable. I always suspected the Sword Saint’s son couldn’t be ordinary,” Ophelia conceded, though she still sounded doubtful. “Then please ensure he attends tomorrow, or he will be expelled. This is the final warning, Del. And tell him to see me. I want to test him personally.”

“O-Okay,” Delilah groaned, before quickly ending the call.

The moment the phone was down, her composure shattered. “Adam… you naughty boy… you… ahh~!”

I let out a short, dark laugh, no longer restraining myself. I slammed her body down, my cock plunging deep into her womb. “Hear that, Mom? She wants to test my abilities personally. Well then, I mustn’t disappoint your good friend. You’re going to help me practice.”

Delilah could only moan in response, her body surrendering completely to the pleasure I wielded. Her hands moved to her own breasts, squeezing out streams of milk that drenched both our faces and bodies.

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