Chapter 5: Effortless
The chaotic void trembled.
Hundreds of crocodile demons surged forward, their monstrous bodies cutting through the boundless expanse like titanic warships. Their glowing red eyes locked onto Furukawa, brimming with hunger and bloodlust.
They had smelled it—his aura, vast and overwhelming, pulsing with the power of a primordial god. To them, he was the ultimate feast. If they could consume him, their strength would surge to unimaginable heights.
But then—
He vanished.
The horde of crocodile demons froze.
For a moment, confusion rippled through their ranks. Something was wrong. A being of Furukawa's size should not be able to disappear so effortlessly, yet their senses found nothing—no trace of his presence, no flicker of movement.
Their instincts screamed danger.
The void trembled again.
A ripple, barely perceptible, spread through the fabric of chaos. Before they could react, an immense shadow emerged among them.
Furukawa had reappeared.
A towering wall of scales and muscle, a being more ancient and terrible than they could comprehend.
The moment they saw him, fear bloomed in their primal minds.
And then he struck.
His tail lashed out with blinding speed, faster than the eye could follow, tearing through the chaos like a divine whip. A shockwave exploded outward, splitting the void apart.
The crocodile demons had no time to react.
The force of the impact shattered them instantly. Their massive forms, once symbols of terror, were reduced to nothing but scattered remnants. Blood and flesh rained through the void, their remains floating like cosmic debris.
A rich, intoxicating scent filled the air—the blood of gods and demons.
It shimmered with divine energy, radiating power beyond mortal comprehension. Each drop was a treasure, containing the essence of raw creation itself.
Furukawa's golden eyes narrowed.
"So weak," he muttered, almost disappointed.
He had expected more resistance, some challenge worthy of his strength. Instead, they had fallen in a single strike, their supposed power nothing more than an illusion before his overwhelming might.
His ancient blood stirred.
His instincts, carved from the dawn of chaos, urged him to consume.
He inhaled deeply. The scent of divine flesh called to him, awakening a primal hunger buried deep within his soul.
Without hesitation, he opened his massive maw and swallowed a crocodile demon whole.
The moment the flesh touched his tongue, he stilled.
A shockwave of power coursed through his body.
The taste was nothing like he had expected. He had anticipated raw, metallic blood—an unpleasant, brutal experience. Instead, it melted in his mouth, as smooth and rich as the finest elixir. It was intoxicating, filled with essence so potent it sent tremors through his very being.
His stomach roared like a furnace igniting, an ancient hunger fully awakened.
His instincts screamed—more.
One after another, he devoured the fallen demons. Each bite sent waves of energy surging through him, every mouthful strengthening his already terrifying existence.
His flesh burned with power.
His soul expanded, consuming the energy of gods and demons alike, refining it into something even greater.
And then—
A transformation began.
His body, already immense, began to shift. Muscles tightened, bones solidified, his form growing denser, stronger. His very essence was evolving, adapting to the vast energy now coursing through him.
His Divine Sense expanded without limit. The chaotic void, once vast and unknowable, now felt within reach, as if the universe itself had become a map within his mind.
This was power.
This was true ascension.
Furukawa exhaled slowly, his golden eyes glowing with renewed intensity.
The chaos was endless. The gods and demons were infinite.
And he—
He had only just begun.