Lewd skill in a filthy world-Chapter 90. Tears of the sky!

"Take off your intestines."

The command came not as a shout, but an absolute decree.

Shin still sat on his bed, his voice laced with a sinister authority that turned the air to ice. The moment those words slipped from his lips, the world around Tan seemed to still before it ruptured.

Glowing red chains screamed into existence with a crackling hiss, coiling around Tan’s limbs and torso with supernatural speed. They clamped onto his chest, where a demonic lock, fused if bone and iron slammed into place, sealing his fate. These were no ordinary bindings. This wasn’t Shin’s usual Slave Leash.

This was something else. A higher version of Slave Leash that could work on anyone, anytime without the need of any conditions.

Tan’s knees buckled under the impossible weight of the intense aura pressing on him. His titanium skin which was once his proudest defense, began to crack like brittle glass beneath the pressure, the metallic sheen fracturing down his arms and ribs. His breaths grew shallow with panick.

"W-What the hell...!?" Tan choked, his voice rising into a ragged scream as his hands twitched, then moved, but not by his own will.

His trembling fingers reached for his abdomen.

"No—NO!!" he shrieked, straining every muscle to resist, but it was like his bones belonged to someone else now. His own hands turned traitor, clawing at his stomach. His hardened skin began to splinter, the chunks of titanium plating falling to the ground like shards of a broken statue.

"Brother Tan!! What are you doing!?" Lan shouted from where he groveled in the floor, eyes wide with horror. He didn’t dare rise. He didn’t even dare blink. Because the presence before them demanded one to bow even without saying so.

Tan coughed violently, spitting up a spray of blood as his fingers pierced his flesh. His cry turned guttural and animalistic as his hands burrowed into his gut like tools of torture. His insides rebelled and twitched while blood gushed down his torso in steaming rivulets, splattering onto the floor.

"My hands! I CAN’T CONTROL MY HANDS!!" he bellowed, teeth gnashing as he tried to pull back, but the chains only tightened. The lock on his chest pulsed, and a low, demonic whisper echoed in the air like a distant funeral bell.

Then came the final act.

Tan’s fingers dove deeper into his stomach, and hooked into the ropes of his intestines, trembling, and drenched in blood. Inch by inch, he began to pull them out, the ropes of pink and red slithering from his belly like some grotesque puppet show. He began letting out a high-pitched scream, his mouth foaming, and his eyes rolling back.

He dropped to his knees.

Then to his side.

He kept pulling, even as his lungs began to fill with blood, even as he convulsed, even as the light left his eyes—yet his hands still obeyed Shin’s command.

"No... no... no. Brother Tan! Stop!! What are you—"

Lan’s voice cracked as he reached out instinctively, but his words died the moment he realized it was hopeless. Tan wasn’t in control anymore.

He turned toward Shin, desperation etched across his face. Crawling to the edge of the bed, Lan looked up at him, locking eyes with him.

"Please! Stop!! I beg you!" Lan shrieked, his voice trembling. "I’ll do anything—just make it stop!!"

Sylvia and Lilian stood frozen in place, equally horrified by the grotesque scene unfolding before them.

Sylvia remained stiff at Shin’s side, uncertain—was this still the master they served, or had something else taken hold? Given that his skin which was once pale and smooth, had shifted into a dark ash-gray one, radiating with an unnatural heat. He didn’t look human anymore.

Lilian, on the other hand, could feel the overwhelming surge of godly power rippling from Shin’s body. It was divine... terrifying... beautiful. She didn’t need anyone to tell her—this wasn’t some mistake of fate. This was the child of the gods.

She sank to one knee, her head bowed low, eyes shut as she basked in the intoxicating "god’s blessing" aura that rolled off of him like waves of honeyed fire.

Shin didn’t speak. Instead, a heavy cough rumbled from deep within him. He covered his mouth, and when he pulled his hand away, blood glistened in his palm.

He clicked his tongue. "Tch... this vessel is still too weak to handle even a fraction of my power." His eyes narrowed. "Guess I’ll have to finish this quickly."

Just then, the final loop of Tan’s intestines hit the floor with a wet, sickening slap. His body finally went limp, crumpling in a puddle of blood, steam, and shredded flesh.

Lan’s breath caught in his throat. His sobs trembled through the silence as he stared into the eyes of a god wearing a broken mortal shell. He began muttering prayers under his breath to his gods, but those gods no longer ruled this place.

Only one god remained.

And he had just made his brother tear his own guts out.

The chains that had once bound Tan vanished in a red mist, leaving his mangled corpse sprawled across the floor. Shin didn’t waste even a glance.

He could feel the strain in his vessel now—this borrowed flesh groaning under the weight of what lived inside it. There was little time before it collapsed.

He raised his hand and pointed his palm at Lan, aiming to end it all with one final blow.

"Hellfire of Decimation," he whispered.

The flames burning in his horns twisted violently, flaring higher with unnatural heat. Then, with a burst of pressure, a colossal blast of fire surged from his palm. It tore through the room like the mouth of hell itself had opened.

Lan barely had time to scream.

The fire engulfed him instantly, incinerating his flesh in seconds. His skin melted like wax in a furnace, his bones crumbling into ash, as if he’d been thrown into a vat of acid. Nothing of him remained.

But the destruction didn’t end there.

The wall behind him exploded into dust. Bricks, steel bars, and everything in the fire’s path disintegrated into glowing embers. The inferno surged forward, unstoppable, vaporizing everything it touched. It carved a path through the buildings ahead, devouring walls, furniture, and the unlucky players inside before they could even realize what had happened.

They died wordlessly, burned alive without warning.

Lilian and Sylvia threw themselves flat against the floor, gasping for breath. The heat was suffocating, even though the spell wasn’t aimed at them. The air itself seemed to burn in their lungs, and their skin felt as if it might peel away from the pressure alone.

When the fire finally halted, it left behind a charred ruin.

The street outside had been obliterated. Buildings in its path had been reduced to hollowed-out corpses. Trees lining the road stood like blackened skeletons. Even the stone road had been scorched black.

And above, the sky turned.

Dark clouds began to swirl overhead, thickening unnaturally fast. A low groan rumbled through the heavens and then, the rain came.

Cold and heavy.

It poured down with violent urgency, hitting the ground in angry sheets.

Lilian rose slowly, her eyes wide with disbelief. "No way... the Master’s attack caused a rainfall."

Sylvia stood beside her, equally stunned. "The spell was so hot, it disrupted the elemental balance... The sky had to cry just to cool the land. These rains are the tears..."

And that’s when the earth began to split.

The intense heat buried in the ground clashed violently with the sudden downpour. Steam erupted. The land cracked. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the sound of chaos spread through the streets.

Screams rang out from nearby homes as the earth shook violently, causing walls to crack and streets to split.

"What the hell just happened?!" someone cried out.

"This place isn’t safe anymore! I’m outta here!!" a man shouted, bolting toward the safezone second tier gates. Others followed, jumping through the portal gates without even thinking—anything was better than staying in this hellscape, especially when they saw the homes reduced to scorched rubble.

But amidst the chaos, Shin began convulsing violently.

The bed beneath him screeched as the frame buckled and the springs snapped one by one beneath his body. His back arched, hands clutching at the swollen lump on his shoulders. It twitched beneath his skin—moving like something alive was crawling inside him.

His horns began to flicker. Then crack.

One after another, the crystal-like horns fractured and crumbled, the shards turning to dust before they hit the mattress.

"ARGHHHHJJ..." Shin let out a deep, guttural scream. The pain in his back was unbearable. His eyes, once glowing deep crimson, dulled to a faded gray. The jagged mask of teeth covering his mouth cracked apart, the sharp fragments falling in pieces onto the bed.

His skin slowly turned back to its original tone. His muscles shrank, his form reverting back to a smaller, weaker one.

"Master!!" Lilian cried, crawling to him. Her hand trembled as it touched his body.

"Master, are you alright?!" Sylvia’s voice came from the side, filled with panic.

But Shin couldn’t answer.

The Filthbound fragment—the thing that had taken over his body—was retreating, dissolving back into the abyss behind his System. His consciousness was returning.

But it wasn’t the only thing happening.

The swollen bump on his back began to split open.

Cracks spread across the skin, inch by inch, from shoulder to shoulder. With every crack, Shin screamed louder, writhing in agony. He’d just regained control, but now awoke into hellish pain.

The skin finally tore open and something burst free.

A slimy, squirming mass, soaked in blood and slick fluid, popped out of his back and hit the mattress with a wet slap. It writhed, faintly pulsing.

For a moment, Shin felt relief.

Then, nothing.

His body gave in. He passed out from the pain, unaware of what had just been born from the thing that had been living in his shoulders.

To be continued...

This chapt𝙚r is updated by fr(e)ew𝒆bnov(e)l.com