Chapter 152: Fallen Gathering

The space inside the cave was unexpectedly wide, and the ground was flat.

The walls were embedded with crystals emitting faint green light, providing weak but sufficient lighting.

The air was filled with a peculiar fragrance, a mixture of some herbs and the smell of decaying creatures, making one feel both calm and slightly nauseated.

"Look who's here?"

A hoarse voice came from the depths of the cave: "Another poor worm abandoned by the school?"

Oliver moved forward vigilantly and finally saw the speaker—a twisted figure sitting on a stone platform.

The figure looked human, but was covered in deep purple scales.

Its head had completely turned into the appearance of some reptile, and its mouth extended exaggeratedly, forming a snout full of sharp teeth.

"Welcome to the land of freedom, Oliver Wesite."

The reptile-human hissed and laughed:

"Looks like your 'awakening' isn't going very smoothly? Half your face is distorted into that ghost-like appearance, it must hurt like hell, right?"

With his words, more figures gradually appeared in the shadows of the cave.

Some looked like normal humans, while others had already distorted beyond human form.

But they all had one thing in common: their eyes flashed with weird red light, like burning brands.

"Where is Cynthia?"

Oliver asked straight to the point, trying to ignore the other party's sarcasm.

The reptile-human let out a piercing laugh:

"In a hurry to find your old flame? She's not a good girl, seducing our brothers everywhere, making everyone a mess..."

"I'm asking you where she is!"

Oliver's voice became harsher due to anger, and the black liquid on his body began to fluctuate violently.

"Look at this irritable little guy, wanting to give orders as soon as he arrives?"

Another voice sounded; this time it was a young woman who looked almost normal.

Only her eyes were split into compound eye structures like insects, flickering with weird luster in the dim light.

"You bunch of messy distorted monsters, what qualifications do you have to laugh at me?"

Oliver sneered:

"I've only just begun to awaken; I will soon control this state, instead of being a slave to desire and instinct like you!"

The cave fell into a brief silence, followed by various piercing mocking laughter.

"Listen to what this newcomer fool is saying!" The reptile-human almost fell to the ground laughing:

"He thinks he can 'control' awakening! Hahaha! Where did this poor worm come from?"

"Poor guy, hasn't realized he's completely finished."

The compound-eyed woman mocked:

"Everyone here has thought so once."

"Awakening is not something you can control, idiot, but it controls you."

The reptile-human wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes:

"Your little self-control is as fragile as paper in the face of complete awakening."

Oliver looked around and saw at least a dozen awakened ones of various forms laughing at him.

Anger burned in his chest like a flame, but he forced himself to remain calm.

"Looks like you guys need a lesson..."

His gaze locked on the reptile-human who laughed the most piercingly; the next second, Oliver's body flashed in front of the other party like a ghost.

The reptile-human didn't even have time to react before Oliver's tentacle eyeball pierced into his forehead.

"You... you dare..."

The reptile-human let out a painful hiss, his whole body twitching violently, and the scales began to fade rapidly.

All the mocking laughter stopped abruptly, and the other awakened ones in the cave retreated one after another, with expressions of shock and fear on their faces.

Oliver could feel the other party's power being drawn by himself; a new energy flowed into his body, bringing bursts of intoxicating pleasure.

When he withdrew his tentacle, the reptile-human had turned into a shriveled corpse.

All life energy was sucked dry, and the purple scales turned into dead gray.

"Why stop laughing?"

Oliver looked around, his voice full of chill, his red eyes even brighter because of the absorption just now.

No one spoke; all the awakened ones maintained a vigilant posture, not daring to act rashly.

"Clap, clap, clap."

A round of applause came from the depths of the cave, followed by a familiar female voice:

"What a wonderful performance, Oliver."

With the voice, a naked female figure walked out of the shadows.

It was Cynthia, but the woman's appearance had completely changed.

Her skin presented an unnatural luster, and several tentacle-like appendages extended from various parts of her body, some even twisting constantly in the air, as if they had their own consciousness.

The most disturbing thing was her lower body.

That place had completely turned into the form of some mollusk, and tentacles dripping with mucus replaced her legs, leaving a wet trail on the ground.

"Looks like my little Oliver is still so bold."

Xinxiya's voice became unusually sweet, full of some kind of morbid desire:

"Killing one of our brothers as soon as you arrive, it's really sexy."

"Xinxiya..."

Oliver stared at this completely distorted woman, his emotions surging.

They were once allies, exploring forbidden power together, but now she had become completely strange.

"Why, scared by my new look?"

Xinxiya giggled, the tentacles around her body twisting restlessly:

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it soon. In fact, this form has... too many benefits compared to before."

As she spoke, a tentacle suggestively wrapped around Oliver's arm, making him shiver involuntarily.

The surface of the tentacle secreted a kind of mucus, which produced a subtle numbing sensation and peculiar sensory stimulation when touching the skin.

"You've completely awakened?" Oliver asked straight to the point, trying hard to move his attention away from that strange feeling.

"Of course." Xinxiya answered softly, her voice carrying a sense of satisfaction:

"Complete, thorough awakening. I no longer need to rely on collecting the emotions of those slaves to maintain power... Now, I can directly obtain nutrients from pleasure."

Her tentacles wrapped tighter, beginning to spread to Oliver's upper arm:

"What about you? Looks like you're just halfway there..."

"I need more precise control."

Oliver broke free from the tentacles and took a step back:

"Xinxiya, we agreed, Sin Domain Black Crystal is just the first step. True awakening needs to be carried out in suitable places and conditions."

"Oh?" Xinxiya raised her eyebrows:

"You're still sticking to that stupid plan? Waiting for the Bloodline Altar to open?"

"This is the best plan." Oliver said firmly:

"The space-time rift of the Bloodline Altar can amplify the effect of awakening, allowing us to obtain purer power, instead of like this..."

He pointed to Xinxiya's twisted body: "Becoming a slave to desire."

Xinxiya was not angry, but laughed even more dissolutely:

"Look at you, still so serious, so pursuing perfection. Just like when you were in school, always wanting to control everything, master everything."

Her tentacles suddenly accelerated, dragging Oliver completely in front of her:

"But do you know? After complete awakening, desire is no longer a shackle, but a liberation. When you are no longer bound by those so-called morals and reason, you will find unprecedented freedom..."

Oliver tried to struggle, but Xinxiya's strength far exceeded his imagination.

His distorted body was powerful, but in front of the completely awakened Xinxiya, it still seemed a bit fragile; after all, before awakening, the other party was also a high-level apprentice at the same level as him.

"Let go of me..."

He resisted through gritted teeth, but his body reacted involuntarily to the touch of those tentacles.

"Don't resist."

Xinxiya's voice became more charming, and a tentacle stroked his distorted cheek:

"Let me help you experience what true happiness is."

While the tentacles were wrapping, her body began to secrete a viscous liquid.

The liquid emitted a weird fragrance, like a mixture of musk, rotten fruit, and some exotic flower scent.

This smell made Oliver's consciousness begin to blur, and a kind of unprecedented desire rose in his body.

"Damn it... no, I can't..."

Oliver felt his willpower disintegrating rapidly, and the black energy in his body began to surge uncontrollably, responding to the seductive aura emitted by Xinxiya.

"That's right, let desire and instinct take over everything."

Xinxiya watched Oliver's struggle with satisfaction:

"Once you've tasted this, you'll never want to go back to the shackles of before."

The other awakened ones in the cave gathered in a circle, greedily watching this scene.

Some even began to entangle with each other, as if driven by some invisible force.

Their twisted bodies intertwined in the shadows, making all kinds of indescribable sounds.

"Now, let's have a party."

Xinxiya's voice whispered in Oliver's ear, each syllable like a hypnotic spell:

"Forget those complex plans, forget the Bloodline Altar, forget everything..."

Under the dual action of drugs and pheromones, Oliver's consciousness gradually sank.

The image of being perfect and always calm and self-restrained in his memory was crushed, replaced by a primitive and pure desire.

He no longer resisted, letting Xinxiya's tentacles roam on him, feeling an unprecedented sense of pleasure.

Every touch was like an electric current passing through his whole body, making him tremble.

The voice of reason became weaker and weaker, eventually completely drowned by the carnival of instinct.

In this frenzy, Oliver still tried to grasp the last trace of reason, thinking of the goal he fought for—true power, power beyond formal wizards.

"Blood... Bloodline Altar..."

Oliver, in his blurred consciousness, still tried hard to maintain the last trace of clarity:

"I will complete the true awakening there..."

"Say whatever you want, my little Oliver."

Xinxiya laughed, her body completely stuck to him, and various tentacles of different shapes and functions began to wriggle:

"But for now, enjoy the moment."

The light in the cave remained dim, and the groans and weird laughter of the awakened ones intertwined, forming a chaotic and fallen chorus.

………………

At the same time, in an open field in the central area of the school, flames soared into the sky.

Ma Kusi's twisted body was surrounded by raging flames, but he was still struggling to crawl forward.

Most of his body had carbonized, and only his head and chest maintained some kind of terrible vitality.

The black blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible, like ghost symbols carved on coal, wriggling with his struggle.

"Luo En..."

His mouth opened and closed, spitting out confused words, and black viscous liquid overflowed from the corners of his mouth, leaving a pungent scorched mark on the ground.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 153 =====