The canopy groaned under my weight as I landed on another tree—every branch strung with web-thread traps, glistening faintly in the filtered light. The moment Boa lunged for me, his massive hand swinging like a club—I kicked off his chest and sent him crashing to the forest floor.
Air Step.
My body launched, cutting through branches as I landed again, silent as a whisper.
Below, Boa's wheezing voice echoed up.
"I've had enough! KYAK!"
He leapt—absurdly fast. Too fast for that disgusting body. His belly jiggled like liquefied death but his form blurred like wind.
What the hell is that?
Some kind of decoy biology? An evolutionary lie?
I didn't care.
Let him run. Let him burn.
That's when I saw it—he was stuck.
Boa flailed inside my web layout, silk stretching over his limbs like a slow death sentence.
I grinned—until something crawled up my spine.
Unease.
He wasn't struggling.
He wasn't laughing.
He wasn't moving.
Steam hissed from his shoulders. His aura shrank, coiled, condensed.
"I won't wait for you to power up," he growled.
I didn't.
Flame Spear.
Strings of molten mana curled together, spinning tighter and tighter until they formed a burning spear of condensed flame.
Compress.
Thirty threads latched onto the shaft of heat—squeezing, crushing. The orange flared to blue. Then green. The heat warped the air. The tree beneath my feet began to crackle and singe.
If not for **Adapt**, my flesh would've melted from my bones.
"So hot…"
The spell was burning 130 mana per second—barely stable. I was about to push it further—
His fingers twitched.
Without hesitation I threw it.
SHREEEEEE—BOOM!
The spear howled through the trees, silk burning behind it. Boa barely reacted before the spell impaled him—pinning him to the earth.
Boooom!
Fire rolled through the forest like thunderclap mist.
I backed out before it swallowed me whole.
But before I landed—
A hand grabbed my ankle.
BOOM!
He slammed me into the ground like a toy.
Dust erupted. I gasped—body ringing.
Then I looked up.
And froze.
The thing before me wasn't Boa anymore.
It had *changed*.
No longer the wobbling sack of meat—it was tall, lean, its skin pale as bone, a twisted horn spiraling from its skull. Green flame crackled where its hair should be—*burning like sentient wrath*.
From his back… something *grew*.
Tumors bubbled into shape—shifting, twitching, *multiplying*.
"Little ones… come out."
Miniature versions of Boa peeled off him, each malformed, snarling copies of his original bulk.
"Interesting," I muttered. "I've never eaten something like this before. Wonder how they'll taste."
Boa floated into the air. His jaw split *six ways*—unzipping grotesquely—and swallowed his own axe.
Then his stomach collapsed inward.
He punched through it.
And pulled out—
A bone. Shaped like a sword.
It reeked of rot, divinity, and something far older.
"You almost roasted me," he chuckled darkly. "If not for my majestic fat, I'd be gone. How would my girlfriend love me?"
"Who would love you, ugly thing?" I asked, tilting my head. "Maybe your mother."
His expression *twisted*. Eyes went bloodshot. His muscles bulged.
"You dare?!"
Before I could blink, the little Boas attacked.
I didn't even flinch.
"No origin needed for this."
"Cil. Let's go—Second Form."
She hummed.
She shifted in my grip—metal warping, edge lengthening until she became a scythe, black and silver, singing softly with killing intent.
"You're beautiful," I said.
Then—one swing.
The small Boas split apart, bodies falling like leaves.
Cil vanished.
And flew.
Toward Boa.
I grinned.
Latch.
In an instant, I was teleported to her, hand already gripping her shaft mid-swing.
CLANG!
Sparks exploded.
The impact reverberated through the entire forest. I twisted midair, forced Cil down—
Switch.
She changed again—back into a blade.
I slashed.
Boa screamed.
Blood sprayed, hot and thick across my chest.
**Sizzle.**
Corrosion.
I looked down.
My skin bubbled. Flesh hissed. Parasites.
Boa laughed.
"You look down on me too much—KYAK!"
Then he stabbed.
**HAHAHAHAHAHA!**
"You're a dead man!"
I felt it.
My pulse stuttered. Something squirmed beneath my ribs. Hot. Foreign.
A system ping echoed in my mind:
---
\[WARNING: Parasites Detected]
\[Nano-bots Deployed]
\[…Failed. Nano-bots Destroyed.]
-1 ORIGIN
\[Parasites Eliminated.]
---
Boa's grin widened. "There is no cure for you, human. First your regeneration dies. Then your cells. Then your heart—stop resisting, just lay your head and die human."
I scoffed. "Are you dumb?"
My chest healed *before his eyes*. Skin unzipped and resealed like silk.
I smirked. "Does your brain sit in your belly too?"
"Cil," I called. "Let's finish this. I'm getting disgusted."
She hummed.
And rose.
Back to scythe form.
Higher.
Boa lunged, trying to grab her.
Then froze.
Paralysis Field: Fallen Star.
A red sigil bloomed under his feet.
He was frozen in his spot.
Cil climbed higher—burning silver in the sky.
From above, only the canopy was visible.
But with my Gagarion vision, I saw everything.
My hand raised.
Let's see what 10 Origin does.
"Fall."
I vanished.
Meteor Descent.
as we fell, space itself tore in her path. The pressure from our descent pulled clouds into a spiral. Reality cracked.
BOA SHRIEKED.
He begged.
"No—please sp—!"
He never finished.
He split.
**Clean.**
From skull to groin.
Like cloth.
The forest was silent.
"…Dead."
I straightened. "Don't blame me."
---
Far beyond the battle, across the planes—
ORIGIN!!
The Shattered God Incatos howled from his throne of bone.
"I WANT IT. I WANT IT NOW."
He moved to rise.
And then… he saw me.
Alive.
Victorious.
Unbroken and covered in origin.
Suddenly his face was covered in fear.
"…No no no no no…!"
His voice echoed into the void.
"I've been discovered."