Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 525 - 486: Rubber Monster

The earth cave, which should have been a place of fear and disgust, became akin to a divine miracle descending upon it due to that glowing group of Cultists chanting, and the young man leading them.

Their voices, deep and as if coming from a distant land, penetrated McGraw’s ears with utter clarity every time.

Since becoming a "Police Station Consultant," aside from the Secret Medicine and some weapons Tang Qi provided, he also utilized his job to gain access to some low-Level Curios, which proved useful many times.

But at this moment, neither the Curios nor his own Extraordinary Power were of any use.

All he could do was rely on "Pain" and willpower to hold his ground.

Even at this time, the three people he had knocked unconscious earlier woke up due to the chanting call, or perhaps the yellowish smoke inducing Illusions; confusion flashed in their eyes only briefly.

What replaced it was Madness.

Like the few before, three figures rushed out like mad dogs, climbing the Corpse Mountain, stuffing blood, Flesh, and fluids into their mouths as they went.

The sight triggered discomfort deep in one’s soul; the twelve people in the smoke no longer looked "Human." They had become another Species, or another kind of Biological entity, with the hues of humanity fading rapidly.

Hiss!

Another cut, McGraw stabbed another shard covered in his blood into his other thigh, pain struck again, but the effect was not as good as before. McGraw hung his head low, the Illusions sprouting in his mind grew ever more real.

He was powerless to stop anyone, even his own will was being corroded.

The warm Sunshine cast on the dense yellow smoke rising from the rotting Corpse Mountain seemed to directly corrode the soul, the barrier of the flesh, meaningless.

Those twelve "survivors" had already lost themselves, consuming the disgusting, filthy, and Evil "Food" like Fallen demons of Purgatory. Yet strangely, as they kept climbing, sacred Light seemed gradually to descend upon them.

Amidst the disgusting rot and filth, twelve rays of sacred Radiance fell, and the survivors began murmuring, merging with the Chanting from the dozens of robed Cultists at the peak of the Corpse Mountain.

"After a full meal, then one is family."

"After a full meal, then one is family."

The Chanting carrying a strong scent of Pollution filling the thick yellow smoke. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The entire earth cave was assimilated into the Miracle.

McGraw’s vision was blurring, reality and Illusion were alternating.

In silence, he took a step forward.

Until a sigh came from a truly distant land.

Inside the "Sun Badge" that McGraw held, a golden Light Flames burst forth, the Badge shattered, and the flames merged into McGraw’s body. With the sound of "hissss," the smoke around McGraw dispersed.

"Eh?"

In the sky above the Corpse Mountain, the bare young man looked towards McGraw in surprise.

Upon seeing McGraw’s face, confusion crossed the young man’s face briefly before recalling fragments of Memory, a charming smile playing upon his lips.

This "leader" of the Holy Guidance Sect, his glowing, perfect body bathing in the Sweet Rain, descended slowly under the Sunshine.

"It appears we’ve caught a remarkable person."

"The pride among beggars of the Blank District, the crippled Lucky One, I heard you gained the favor of a Big Shot, not only leaving that mucky place but also becoming the dog of the police."

"What, cast out by the Big Shot again?"

The youth spoke while slowly descending from the Corpse Mountain.

His bare feet stepped on the vile rotting flesh, making one wish to faint in disgust. The twelve survivors knelt and wriggled towards him like "maggots," frantically licking where he had passed, even fighting over it.

The absurd, spine-chilling scene could not alter McGraw’s expression.

He just stared at the young man, comparing the rotting old man he had seen before in his mind with many others he had encountered.

Not listed in the missing persons dossiers, nor a "neighbor" from his days as a beggar.

Finally, in a corner of his mind, McGraw found the answer.

It was several months prior, during the winter of Messer City, the cold, clunky Corpse Collection Vehicle was using huge claws to throw bodies into the vehicle, one of which seemed to slip off the claw due to the liquid from excessive decay.

"Splat!"

"Back then, I was like a real piece of rotten Flesh, falling to the ground. All the beggars on the street, or the thugs from the gang, just gave me a cold, disdainful glance, then continued with your filthy, Fallen day."

"Limping Lucky One, do you know? At that time... I was still alive."

"Huff"

The warm breath flowed from the young man’s mouth, brushing McGraw’s neck.

He didn’t move, just continued to twist the shard.

After the Sun Badge shattered, the light flames it released were still circulating within his body, aiding him in dispelling the incessant invasion of pollution.

Ten breaths’ time? That should be enough... McCarthy suddenly lifted his head, gazing intently at the naked man before him.

"At that time, both you and I were no different, both just rotten flesh that no one in the Blank District cared about."

"Now, I am different, but you are still a lump of rot and even..."

"Smellier!"

The last three words were deliberately leaned in close by McGraw, enunciated one by one.

Upon hearing this, the youth’s expression, which had maintained a look of pity and sanctity, suddenly stiffened, and shortly his lips curled into an exaggerated, evil smile.

He slowly crouched down, pried open McGraw’s palm, took over the piece of stone, and, with tremendous force, began to rotate it counterclockwise. McGraw instantly felt the agony of his flesh being ground to pieces. Just as his wailing was about to burst forth, he bit down on his teeth fiercely.

His young, freckled face turned beet red, and beads of sweat as large as beans rolled down, washing away trails down his face.

Then, with a "crack," the stone fragment broke.

The youth, with a disappointed face, moved his hand away and put his fingers into his mouth, slowly licking off the blood that belonged to McGraw.

But as soon as the blood entered his mouth, the youth couldn’t help but let out a startled cry.

Suddenly, a "sizzling" noise sounded within his mouth. The extremely minute amount of Molten Magic within McGraw’s blood had scalded his tongue; and despite the fact that it was visibly healing at a fast pace, it was enough for the youth to look at McGraw with a different gaze.

It was a look of surprise mixed with admiration and joy.

As if he had unexpectedly discovered a "treasure."

He milled around McGraw, stretching out his hands, seemingly wanting to touch McGraw, exclaiming with delight, "It seems the rumors are true, the limping Lucky One has been favored by a Big Shot... Such a terrifying power, the one you serve must be an incomprehensibly strong master."

"As long as I can convert you, make you a Believer of the great Master, and send your soul to Gafaro’s Country, I will surely receive even greater rewards from the Master."

The youth seemed somewhat mad. He stood in front of McGraw, wantonly displaying his perfect body, dancing gracefully.

With his movements, the Sweet Rain, Sunlight, and Thick Fog... it was as if everything considered him the center, swelling towards and shining upon him.

When he paused and embraced McGraw, issuing an invitation at that moment.

"Come, my child, please allow me, on behalf of family, to invite you to partake in this world’s most delicious and intoxicating meal."

"Boom!"

Here it comes, at this moment, before McGraw’s eyes, everything transforms. The "Corpse Mountain" crumbled in an instant, turning into countless delicious dishes flowing towards him, the thick fog entering his body through every pore, smothering the residual Molten Magic within him.

McGraw’s senses and will were hijacked in an instant, and he was like a "drowning victim," being dragged into the yellow sea of filth.

The hunger, so intense it was unimaginable, caused McGraw to slowly open his mouth.

In the real world, McGraw, like a Puppet, stood motionlessly. Before him, the youth held a rotten heart with his hands, his lips curving into an exaggerated grin, as he passed the heart toward McGraw’s gradually opening mouth.

Just as he was about to bite down, an inexplicable breeze blew.

Huh!

The dense, pollution-filled yellow smoke was dispersed, the ghastly sunlight dimmed, and the Sweet Rain at this moment stood still in the air, as if frozen within the world, and ripples of Nihility swayed, slowly revealing an Illusionary figure.

Flesh and clothes solidified in an instant—it was a beautiful and pure noble girl as if she came from the Old Calendar Era.

McGraw woke without a sound, looking at the "solidified" world before him.

On Corpse Mountain, twelve survivors were still feasting, still climbing, and dozens of yellow-robed Cultists were still Chanting, but no longer was any sound emitted.

The "Song of the Fool’s Ship," that had once captivated and led souls to fall, could no longer penetrate McGraw’s ears.

"I’ve done it!"

A pleased voice came forth from McGraw’s mouth.

He looked at "Diana" who had stepped out from Nihility, and just as he was about to show his respects, Diana’s figure began to fade, and a familiar voice sounded at this moment.

"Eat it, finish them off."

McGraw was startled, but then truly felt in his hands, unknown when, a fist-sized pill covered in dark golden patterns had appeared. The faint foul smell invaded his nostrils, and a strong impulse was born.

"Yes, sir."

After saluting Tang Qi across the vast expanse of Nihility, without any hesitation, McGraw opened his mouth wide and stuffed in the "Rubber Man Secret Medicine."

The absurd scene he’d imagined didn’t happen. In the instant the pill touched McGraw’s teeth, it suddenly turned into a stream of dark gold "river," pouring into his belly.

Boom!

An explosion of brash information flooded his mind.

Within the fragments, he saw an ancient age, a primitive, wild World, a Monster that kept changing and expanding, wantonly causing Destruction to everything. No obstructor could withstand that horrifying punch.