"This is taking too long," Eryke the Third thought bitterly.
From his calculations, if he truly wanted to create a body, it would take hours, possibly even days. But he had only ten minutes left.
"Should I really do it?"
He wasn’t sure of the consequences of absorbing the fruit from this dead plant, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and proceed.
If he remained just a mass of death energy, the moment the curse took effect, he would be completely destroyed, his talent wouldn’t be able to save him.
At last, he made his decision and consumed the death fruit.
The moment the black mass of death energy merged with the seed, Eryke the Third was sucked into it.
"Eh?"
He was stunned, confusion clouding his mind.
[You have absorbed the Seed of Death]
[You have successfully completed your transformation and become a "Livingless Being," a Fetus Ghoul]
[You have gained the title <Ageless>]
...
<Ageless>
You can assimilate with death.
...
The next moment, he felt as if he were in an entirely different place—one filled with energies that resonated with his new form.
"Where am I?"
In his current state, he couldn’t see anything, leaving him utterly clueless.
Then, something strange stirred within him.
"Eh?"
The seed-like fruit now resided within him.
"Huh?"
It felt as though the seed wasn’t something external to him—it was part of him, like an extension of his limbs.
Curious, he decided to try moving it.
The moment he did, thick death energy leaked from it, causing the mass of death energy to become denser.
At first, he may have only appeared as a wisp of smoky dust, but now he resembled a swirling black cloud.
Although he couldn’t see, he could sense his surroundings. It felt strange, yet somehow natural.
He attempted to move within this space and he did, almost too quickly.
It was as if he were a fish swimming through an ocean, each movement coming effortlessly.
"This... this feels awesome..."
He zipped through his surroundings, an inexplicable excitement bubbling within him.
But as he moved, he collided with something. The moment he made contact, a terrifying suction force began to pull him in.
All the death energy was being drawn into it, causing his form to fade away.
"Hmm?"
Eryke the Third didn’t fully understand what was happening, but he realized that if he didn’t act fast, he’d soon be consumed by it.
"But what do I do?"
Frowning in concentration, he quickly began searching for a solution.
But all the skills and titles he had gained so far were designed for his human-like form. In his current spectral state, he had nothing to rely on.
"Sigh."
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