The Guardian gods-Chapter 228

The bear, using its claw to block the knife, found pieces of its flesh missing. Roaring in anger, flames jetted out from the bear’s feet, lifting it into the sky.

Undeterred, James let out another guttural roar from his stomach-mouth, a sound that reverberated through the clearing. His eyes burned with a mix of fury and hunger, reflecting the cursed torment within. With a powerful leap, James propelled his massive form into the air, his butcher knife raised high. The purple glow intensified, casting an eerie light over the battlefield. He swung the knife in a wide arc, aiming to bring the bear crashing down from the sky.

The bear, mid-flight, twisted its body to evade the strike. Flames burst from its paws, creating a temporary shield of fire. However, the phantom teeth on James’ knife cut through the flames as if they were mere illusions, leaving a trail of shimmering energy in its wake.

As James landed back on the ground with a thunderous crash, the earth trembled under his weight. The bear circled above, roaring in defiance, its fiery eyes locked onto its foe. It dived toward James, claws extended and ablaze with intense fire.

James braced himself, his cursed body rippling with dark energy. His stomach-mouth opened wider, a grotesque maw ready to consume anything in its path. The tattoo on his back seemed to come alive, the snake’s wings unfurling as if ready to take flight.

The clash between these two titanic beings sent shockwaves through the surrounding forest. Trees toppled, the ground split, and the air was thick with the smell of burning wood and flesh.

The bear stood up to look at its opponent, James, whose body had been roasted but he wasn’t dead as his flesh was quickly healing. Looking at the bear in anger, a purple wave emanated from James, spreading throughout the forest.

Confusion flashed in the bear’s eyes before it quickly began salivating and rushing towards James. James’ stomach-teeth had a huge tongue with drool dripping from it. As soon as the bear got close, James stretched out his free hand which the bear didn’t hesitate to bite. That gave James an opportunity as his knife fell on the bear’s neck, taking it off.

Not minding his wounded hand, James put the hand stuck in the bear’s mouth into his stomach-teeth as it began chewing down. Bringing out the hand, new flesh quickly grew from the stumped hand.

With quick slashes of his knife, the bear was sliced into pieces. Not minding the burning forest and the heated soil, James’ huge body fell to the ground as he grabbed the pieces of bear he had sliced up and began feeding them to his stomach-teeth.

It took about a minute before he was done. His nose twitched as he began heading for the bear’s cave. That would be his new home for a while before he once again fled.

As James walked to the bear’s cave, he began thinking back on the sudden changes brought to his life. After he knew he was cursed, he did his best to find a way to cure himself of the curse.

As the subject of curses was new, nobody could help him, so all James had to live with from then on was the increasing hunger and the slight fear of losing his mind if he hadn’t fed enough.

Before, a meal for five grown men was enough, but soon that changed to a dozen men. From a dozen men, he could eat a meal prepared for a hundred people. It just kept increasing. James didn’t know when, but his life had turned into eating, eating, and eating.

The change brought out a physical change which at first he tried to hide but the more he was forced to eat, the more he couldn’t hide what he was becoming to the others.

So before things got out of hand, James made his way out of town and headed into the nearest forest, since then teh forest has been his new home.

There were a lot of eat here with no worries, that was if there weren’t soldiers coming after him to take him down as rumors of a fat gaint cursed beast roaming around in thr forest gathered there attention.

James was brought out of his thought as he stood before the bear cave, with no hesistation he walked into it. Because of his size and living in the wild, James has long since lost all his clothes, but maybe because of his chnage there was no shame.

The most important to him now is to feed himsekf and stay sane, his penis was alos no longer no existant which he didn’t mind. No wowan will show an intreset at his current state beside if even a woman showed an interest, she might end up becoming his next meal.

Once he got deep enough into the cave, james dropped down to the floor as he closed his eyes to sleep. The bear he killed was strong filled with magical energy, by his estimate it will last him a dat before he becomes hungry again.

Closing his eyes to sleep, James noticed something different today. He wasn’t immediately welcomed with darkness instead he was met with the sight of huge tall tree, where he was only the size of a root, wrapped around the tree was a huge green scaled snake with deep purple wings.

James looked at the sight before remembering the tatoo branded on his back after he was cursed. James didn’t understand by he knew knew both of this titans were sleeping and he somehow has something with their awakening.

James was in that line of thought when he felt a resonance. Looking around the field he was on, he began to see other inhuman creatures walking out from what seemed like smoke.

James, seeing them, immediately understood that these were cursed beings just like him. Looking at the first to appear was a woman his size, naked too, but unlike his grotesque body shape.

The woman was beautiful; James thought with his current state he was above lust, but seeing the woman was like seeing the woman of his dreams; she was everything he looked for in a woman.

The cursed spirit inside of James roared as he shook his head, regaining his consciousness. Looking back at the woman, James found she looked ordinarily beautiful but not enough to put him in the state he was before.

The woman seemed to sense him looking as she looked away from the two titans before looking at him only to black out like James did before regaining her composure and smiling at him. James awkwardly smiled back the best he could with his stomach.

Another presence made themselves known; this time, it was a man easily their size. Unlike them, who were fully naked, the man who appeared was clothed, with an unusually annoying grin at the edge of his mouth and a hand fan he used to fan himself.

It seemed he was taken aback by his new location, so the grin on his face fell as he regarded the two titans before looking at James and the woman. Each time he stared at either of them, he blacked out.

James, who was taken aback by the man’s appearance, experienced the same thing he did with the woman. This time, the feeling he experienced was jealousy. The man was simply beautiful looking, his appearance not falling behind that of the woman.

James couldn’t help but feel jealousy seeing that, as he resented why he was stuck with this appearance while the man looked human. Every detail on the man, James couldn’t help but want. It took some time before James broke out of his stupor. This time, James understood what was happening. These beings appearing are just like him, cursed, able to induce and arouse feelings depending on the curse. In his case, he guessed when they looked at him, they were struck with hunger and an urge to feed.

Next to emerge from the smoke was a gaunt figure draped in tattered robes. His eyes were sunken, and he clutched a scroll close to his chest. His skin was parchment-like, covered in scrawling texts that seemed to shift and change. As he approached, James felt an insatiable curiosity gnaw at him, but it was paired with a sense of hoarding, as if every piece of knowledge was too precious to share. This must be the curse of the knowledge hoarder, he thought. The figure’s eyes darted around, assessing the others, yet never sharing a word, greedily keeping his wisdom to himself.

Following him was another figure, also cloaked but with an unsettling presence. This one, unlike the knowledge hoarder, seemed too eager to engage, since he appeared he has been talking but the words that flowed from his mouth were twisted, misleading, and filled with lies. His tongue was forked, like a serpent’s, and his eyes were an unnerving shade of yellow. As he spoke, James felt a dizzying disorientation, a sense of truth being warped. This was the curse of spreading misinformation, a dangerous whisperer whose knowledge was a curse to all who listened.