Eldritch Horror Theatre

"What the hell is this thing?"

The sight before them sickened Lanaya to the core.

But this was only the beginning.

The long strip of flesh squirmed from the severed neck, its tip expanding silently like a slowly inflating balloon.

Soon, it took on the rough shape of a human body.

But only roughly.

It possessed only the vaguest outline of a head and limbs. Completely hairless, its proportions were grotesquely skewed, inducing a visceral discomfort.

It lacked even a surface of skin—only a mesh of varicolored fascia that stretched, bulged, and overlapped into deep, grotesque folds.

Its most striking feature was its head. Devoid of eyes, a mouth, or any facial features, the fascia bloomed outward in layers like petals, oozing a glistening liquid from the center.

Mythical Form?

The term naturally popped into Fu Qian's mind.

During his past dealings with Old Man Logan, the elder had displayed a complete Mythical Form.

Of course, that one had been nowhere near this disgusting.

Speaking of which, he didn't seem to have a specific Mythical Form of his own yet. He would probably have to wait until he assimilated his traits.

This form, sitting so close to the true essence of power, would inflict a severe mental impact on anyone who looked directly at it.

However, as a Demigod, the absence of a Rank disparity meant the effect on him wasn't nearly as severe.

After all, he had withstood Old Man Logan's clothes-shredding transformation back then; the shock this time was child's play.

Unfortunately, Lanaya was not nearly as composed.

As a Mid-Tier Transcendent, the sight had an unmistakable impact on her. That uncontrollable sensual urge from earlier assaulted her once more, several times stronger than before.

The surging lust nearly solidified into something tangible. It left a maddening, irrepressible itch across her skin, making her want to claw herself open to let the desires spill out.

In truth, it wasn't just her. The moment the entity unfurled, the previously quieted crowd in the room suddenly grew frantic.

Not only were they wildly entangling with one another, but their bodies also began to mutate.

The Tree of Aberration that Lily had transformed into let out an almost instantaneous wail and crashed heavily to the floor.

At the same time, more branches tore through her body, snaking outward along the ground.

"Mythical Form. Stare at it too long and you might start growing extra parts."

Having carefully surveyed their surroundings, Fu Qian finally answered Lanaya's earlier question.

...

As an Academy instructor, Lanaya was naturally no stranger to Mythical Forms.

In fact, she had already formed her own suspicions, but the thing before her was so sickening that she subconsciously refused to believe it.

Now, with Fu Qian—a Demigod—confirming it, her doubts evaporated.

She possessed a very clear concept of a Mythical Form's terror. She knew it entailed far more than just 'growing extra parts' from staring too long.

Therefore, Lanaya's reaction was exceedingly decisive.

A second later, a cluster of dark gold radiance manifested in her palm, coursing over her body like running water.

Without hesitation, Lanaya flicked her wrist. The dark gold light coalesced into a spike, piercing straight toward Yi'an's chest.

Not bad.

Discounting the time she was instantly taken down by Li Weixuan, this was Fu Qian's first time seeing Lanaya attack in earnest.

Just a glance was enough to convey the unstoppable, penetrating edge of the strike.

In sheer ferocity, it wasn't far off from Li Weixuan's full-powered blow, and its speed was astonishing.

Living up to expectations, Lanaya's strike slammed true into the monster's chest.

Rip!

Like tearing through rotten leather, the blow actually pierced clean through the creature's chest.

Not only that, but the layers of overlapping mesh around the wound reacted like rubber bands stretched to their absolute limit. Once punctured, they rapidly rolled back, ripping the gash even wider.

Hmm?

Lanaya clearly hadn't expected it to be this effective. She couldn't help but stare at the rapidly expanding wound.

The ruptured fascia constantly churned outward, its psychedelic colors weaving into a mesmerizing vortex that made it impossible to look away.

"Close your eyes."

A voice rang by her ear the next moment. Before Lanaya could even process what was happening, her head was abruptly slapped to the side.

"What are you doing?"

Shocked and furious, Lanaya whipped around to glare at Fu Qian. Yet before she could say another word, she realized her cheek was burning, the skin scalding as if it had been scorched by fire.

"I told you, stare at it too long and you'll grow extra parts."

Fu Qian said casually.

"Stop trying to resist."

At that moment, the entity with a blooming head and chest spoke. It sounded completely different from the Yi'an they knew.

Every rise and fall in its pitch seemed capable of effortlessly disturbing the human mind.

"Are you all so stubbornly incorrigible? Look at the form of my existence. This is a genuine Demigod Form."

"Of course, speaking of this, I must also thank Professor Fu for helping me eliminate that pointless burden."

"You're welcome. How do you feel right now?"

Fu Qian's tone sounded as if he were engaged in an academic discussion.

"Excellent! I can now confirm that this is a higher form of life. All restraints have ceased to exist for me."

"In fact, by my deductions, this is even more unique than ordinary Mythical Forms, because so far, I don't feel the slightest loss of control."

"This is an absolutely, undeniably correct path."

Swish!

"Can't we just have a serious discussion? You just have to pull these boring little stunts."

"Have you just tossed away your pride as a researcher like that?"

Fu Qian shook his head as he spoke. From his left hand, over a dozen black and red tentacles shot outward, accurately piercing through a ring of foreheads.

While Yi'an was talking just now, the crowd had been silently creeping toward him.

Strange fascia, similar to the mesh covering Yi'an, had begun to sprout from their bodies, spreading in his direction.

I really am...

Witnessing this scene, Lanaya exhibited the strongest reaction of all.

Looking at the tentacles writhing out of Fu Qian's arm, her expression turned utterly slack.

Have I been hit by some sort of hallucinatory shock? Why is there not a single normal person around me?

Simultaneously, Yi'an froze for a moment, then let out a burst of maniacal laughter.

"It seems Professor Fu isn't faring much better than I am. Equally unpresentable. No wonder you kept your status as a Demigod hidden all this time."

"But even if you kill them all, it's useless. As long as desire remains, I will exist forever."

"Even this current state is nothing more than a specific form of manifestation."

"Professor Yi'an's claim is far too arbitrary."

Fu Qian shook his head with total calm.

"Practice is the sole criterion for testing Truth."

As he spoke, he moved with inconceivable speed and appeared right beside Yi'an.

The next moment, Fu Qian plunged his hand straight into the wound Lanaya had opened.

Visceral Attack.

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