Morfus

My new villain novel: Demonic Skeleton God 

Just a warning the first few chapters may be worse because I wrote them when I couldn't write well but in my opinion 18+ chapters will be much better than the previous ones, please give it a chance.

I was pretty inspired by ORV to begin with, so if that bothers you you can leave. Because I've been annoyed by people who've read 5 chapters and say it's a copy. The first 7 chapters it's going to be very similar to 40 chapters it's going to be a little bit similar and then not at all.

Bob Reloud was a strange kid—psychopathic, autistic, and introverted. On the surface, he didn't fit the typical image of a psychopath, but when he got angry, he became something else entirely: a bloodthirsty predator, driven purely by instinct.  
The first sign of his violent nature emerged in kindergarten when he was just five. A classmate destroyed his favourite toy car, a cherished gift from his grandfather. Enraged, Bob's face turned red, and foam gathered at the corners of his mouth. In a fit of uncontrollable fury, he gouged the boy's eye, causing severe injuries that left the child hospitalized for a week.  

His parents, horrified, took him to a psychiatrist who reviewed footage of the incident.  

But when the psychiatrist met Bob, he found a calm, seemingly ordinary autistic boy. After weekly sessions revealed nothing abnormal beyond his autism, the psychiatrist concluded that it was an isolated incident—a strange, unexplainable outburst. However, Bob's parents remained cautious, assigning him a special tutor and treating him with apprehension, afraid to provoke another violent episode.  

One evening, his father came home drunk, as he often did, and began his habit of throwing insults at Bob's mother. Bob had grown accustomed to these rants. Afterward, his father sat down to watch football. Bob, fiddling with a stolen phone, accidentally blasted music at full volume.  

Bob’s dad started beating him, and his mom tried to calm him down, but it was too late. Bob became extremely angry, went into his psycho mode, and murdered his parents.  

Officer Danzel responded to the call. Breaking down the door, he was met with a chilling scene: a boy covered in dried blood, sitting calmly on the couch, the decomposing corpses of his parents beside him.  

"Don't move, or I'll shoot!" Danzel barked, his hand on his gun.  

Bob raised his hands.  

Danzel covered up the murders, taking Bob under his wing. Over the years, he moulded Bob into a spy and assassin—a tool for his purposes. Bob excelled at killing, but he despised espionage, finding it tedious. Worse still, Danzel kept him trapped, threatening to expose his past if he ever tried to leave.  

Eventually, Bob devised a plan to free himself. Over months, he deliberately botched missions, creating enough trouble to provoke Danzel's wrath. Finally, Danzel snapped.  

Now, Bob stood on the subway platform, a grin on his face and a backpack on his shoulders. For the first time, he felt free. Boarding the train,  

Bob heard the powerful voice of the demon. The apocalypse was about to begin, and his story could finally unfold.

Crazy Blood Demon

Bob pulled the monster's corpse out of his inventory. Then, he began searching for its main organ. He searched, but he couldn't find anything. With Tunny, he found it fairly quickly, but this time it was taking longer. Eventually, Bob realized it was a short black cord that looked like a piece of intestine, with a large white eye at the end of it.

Bob placed it in his mouth. He needed his own blood, so he had to punch himself hard enough in the stomach to get blood into his mouth.

Then, Bob simply waited while the monster's main organ floated in his blood-filled mouth.

After a moment, the organ began to tremble. That was the right moment—Bob swallowed it.

Then, he put the monster's corpse back into his inventory, extinguished the candle, and went to sleep.

Two hours later, Bob woke up. His entire body was weak and moved sluggishly. If Bob could feel pain, it would have been unbearable—but he didn't.

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