Shattered God Vi

The lights in the chamber were low. Still. Cool antiseptic air hung motionless, and the hum of machines pulsed like distant thunder. Reality hadn't fully settled in my bones yet.

I stood in that weightless void—black, endless.

From the dark, it appeared.

A black skeleton clad in a pristine white robe. It hovered before me with regal contempt, radiating an energy that didn't belong to the living—or the dead.

"It seems you take me for a joke, Dax… or should I call you G##*#*#," it hissed.

Its voice was rich, full of life—but the thing before me had none.

It reached toward my shoulder.

But black flame erupted from my skin—instant, wild. My body was consumed in an inferno of darkness—and I vanished.

"You are too lawless," it whispered as the void collapsed.

—

My eyes snapped open.

I gasped.

Reality crashed over me like cold water. Beads of sweat clung to my skin. My breath came fast—wild. But my confusion quickly twisted into thrill.

"What the hell… was that?" I muttered, staring down at my chest.

Healed. Completely. No incision. No pain.

It was flawless.

"Origin…" I whispered. "Was that its doing?"

"**Master!**"

Inerous's voice chimed in, urgent and bright.

And then Tina. Then Frida. Their faces hovered above mine—worried, tear-streaked, shaken.

Suddenly, Tina shrank and clung to my chest, her tiny hands gripping me with wild strength, like she'd never let go again.

"You… you died," Frida said, voice barely audible. She pressed her cheek against me, icy tears streaking her otherwise stoic face. "Please don't leave us again."

My arms moved instinctively. I pulled them both into a hug.

"Master's still here," I murmured softly. "See? I'm Still strong. I'm with you."

For a long moment, no one spoke.

Then I lifted my head and nodded to Inerous.

"Escort them out. I have one more procedure to complete."

"Yes, Master."

Frida's mind was still swirling from my embrace—face flushed, lost in thought. She barely noticed as Inerous gently led her from the room.

But Tina?

She clung to me even tighter.

"Hissss." *(I'm not going anywhere.)*

"Let her stay."

I turned my eyes toward the sealed jar. The **brain**.

"Begin the second procedure."

\[Are you sure, Master?]

Inerous sounded uncertain.

I smiled faintly.

"Good. You're starting to feel things."

\[Thank you, Master.]

Her precision never wavered.

The surgical blade gleamed. Inerous moved carefully—scalpel sliding along the base of my skull. I felt skin part. Then pressure. Then the whir of a fine saw as she cut through bone with terrifying delicacy.

The pain was molten.

All of it focused in my head.

I clenched my teeth so hard I heard something creak. A scream clawed at my throat, but I didn't let it free.

"Pain is nothing but an illusion of the mind…"

I repeated this word over and over, like a mantra carved into my soul.

Slowly, my mind steadied.

\[Master, you may begin.]

I reached up. My hand hovered over my exposed brain.

Then touched it.

Agony.

Every nerve ignited. My body spasmed. My vision blurred.

But I didn't stop.

I reached for the second jar.

The Gagarion's brain—gleaming with unnatural luster, alive with malevolence—met my hand. I lifted it, fingers trembling.

"Synthesis."

Light exploded behind my eyes.

Darkness followed.

But it wasn't unconsciousness. It was *void*. A world without sensation. My limbs vanished. My breath stilled. My body no longer existed.

The Gagarion's brain unraveled like starlight.

Merged into mine.

A monstrous mind, shaped by endless war, fed into my thoughts. Instincts. Death. Tactics. Madness. Evolution.

A predator's mind grafted onto a god's ambition.

What would this fusion birth?

I grinned.

Strings burst across my vision like falling stars, crossing endlessly. Then blackness receded.

I blinked.

My skull was whole again.

Healed.

No scar. No trace.

But my body… *felt different*.

Stronger.

Sharper.

Deadlier.

From the ceiling, a bot descended and scanned me—humming softly.

A holographic report bloomed in front of my eyes:

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**Diagnostics: Complete**

**Status: Perfect Condition**

**Anomalous Activity: Integrated**

**Results: Stabilized**

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I took a step forward.

The ground cracked beneath me.

A grin tugged at my mouth.

"Stats."

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Name: Dax Godfall

Race: Origin Eater

Bloodline: Gagarion 85%

Level: 50

Titles:

Father of Origin

Heart of a Killer

The Mad Scientist

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Elemental Affinity:

Fire, Water, Earth, Air

Traits:

Origin Devourer

Synthesis

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Attributes:

Strength: 22 + 600

Agility: 24 + 600

Dexterity: 31 + 600

Physique: 11 + 1000

Intelligence: 34 + 100

Mana: 1245

Aura: 0

Origin: 37

Luck: -1

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Skills:

Air Step

Touch

Origin Eyes

Black Communion

Panic Boost

Web Control

Web Production

Poison Fangs

Spider Carapace

Quick Hands

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Techniques:

Dark Gathering

Resistances: Poison Resistance 25%

New Abilities:

Adapt: Body continuously improves as long as the host is alive.

Regeneration: Enhanced healing on both external and cellular levels.

Nether Beam: High-velocity energy beam. Pierces through and detonates targets with violent precision.

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I laughed.

"All of it… I gained all of it."

The joy was palpable. Wild. My body thrummed with violent promise.

Power surged through me like blood set aflame.

I stepped into the hallway.

Destination: testing chamber.

Each step left hairline cracks across the reinforced steel.

Then I vanished.

My body blurred, reappearing across the room in a blink.

My fist moved next.

**BOOM!**

The wall shattered. Dust and stone spiraled out in waves.

I stared at my palm. Unshaken.

Cil materialized in my palm—her form solid, edge gleaming, aura sharp and cold like the cry of steel remembering blood. Her body vibrated with ancient resonance. 

Her cleaved core pulsed in sync with my breath.

She lifted slightly in my grip—weightless, eager.

Her voice whispered across the inside of my mind, clear and singular:

I nodded.

She was no tool.

She was my precious baby, No1 of the living weapon series. 

The portal leading out of my lab manifested. 

I stepped forward.

Not alone.

Tina walked beside me, silent, eyes fixed only on me. Her presence clung like a second aura.

And in that moment…

I wasn't just a man.

I was the storm.

The maker of paths.

The architect of evolution.

 A creator.

And A destroyer.