Chapter 139 – 139 Cosmic Horror Pornography
The source of Red’s power is the ability he gained after receiving the curse of another Zion Ranger, especially the ability to increase his magical power in proportion to others’ faith in him.
If the problem so far has been not being able to enter his head due to the enormous amount of magical power, there is only one solution.
Just make it weaker.
The initial plan was to eliminate the Zion Rangers one by one and subdue him by infecting the people invited to Zion’s annual party with his tentacles, but it didn’t work in the end, so it was a last resort.
By showing his weak and ugly side in front of people, it reduces the trust and reputation of Red, the hero of perfect justice.
People’s rumors will quickly inflate and spread throughout the city, and since the tentacle parasites that embedded ‘myself’ have now spread throughout the city, Red’s power will drop significantly with each passing second.
If this happens, there won’t be much left for me to eat, but it can’t be helped.
When I saw that the tentacle parasites and most of the citizens had escaped, I puffed out a small piece of my body that was mimicking the wall of the city hall.
It would have looked like a piece of cloth was fluttering and falling from the wall.
However, if you look closely at the piece of cloth, you will be able to see that it is a high-precision tentacle mimic with thousands of tiny tentacle protrusions writhing around.
Just like a towel made from sea anemones, someone might look at this and wonder if it could be used for something pleasant.
That is, until you touch it yourself.
‘Hook!’
“Wow!”
As soon as it touched Red’s head, countless saliva erupted from the small protuberances and pierced his skin.
Due to his ability to receive the curses of other warriors on his own body, Red’s face already had almost no skin, so the nervous system under his skin allowed my invasion very easily.
Magical power flows through body fluids.
I first stole the soul and magic power of Hero Joshua from the nameless tentacle in the cave to build my current self, and expanded myself by absorbing parts of Eri, Pink, Black, and White in turn.
But it was different now that I was trying to absorb Red’s magic.
‘Burn to death.’
The magic power of ultra-high temperature and high pressure flowed back as if it were bubbling. From the tentacle protrusions that were absorbing magic power directly from Red’s head to my main body connected to them, the veins bulged out, almost like wrinkles.
[Aaaaah!!]
I screamed.
I put magical energy into my head and create a mouth all over my body in order to relieve even a little of this pain.
If you think about it, it was like that. When absorbing magic power, the taste was different for each warrior.
If it is true that the taste of the magic power of the heroes is different depending on their abilities and beliefs…
No, I can’t help but think like that.
Greedy Eri’s magic was sweet, selfish Pink’s magic was refreshing, and double-standard Black’s magic was simple.
Then, Red’s magic is truly self-destructive.
Let’s think about it. The original ability that Red received through the contract with the goddess was not to cause an explosion, stop the surrounding magic, increase magic in proportion to faith, or be a life support device in the form of a mask.
His original ability is to absorb other heroes’ curses and gain other abilities.
His ability was as self-destructive as his self-destructive beliefs, so it was natural that when I absorbed them, I would also be affected by them.
This is a hero’s ability. A power that no one but a hero can withstand.
And I am a tentacle.
Tentacles have no interest in hero psychology. My only concern is how much pleasure I can make the females enjoy.
Red’s magic didn’t completely suit me from the beginning.
There was a lot of noise in my head, and a status window that I had never seen before suddenly appeared.
[System: Warning]
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[Status Window]
-Current Status-
Magical Overload) The body is forced to accept magic power that exceeds the body’s magic storage capacity, or magic power of conflicting nature. Reduced awareness, sustained decrease in body magic, death when fully injected.]
“Death, death?!”
I tried to hurriedly remove the tentacle plate from Red’s head, but the tentacle plate that was already glued to his head did not move as I wanted. Rather, my tentacle was stuck to his head with high-temperature magic, like a fried egg left in a highly heated stainless steel frying pan for a long time.
The tentacles that had completely entered his brain stirred his brain, which was on the verge of becoming a corpse.
Squishy texture, excessively hot, unpleasant.
It’s a texture that should normally be appetizing or pleasant, but it’s unpleasant. I never thought I’d feel something like this.
Then, when I thought I had reached the ‘center’ somewhere, the image in my eyes and mind suddenly became brighter.
[Now I become a tentacle.]
Someone spoke,
Something has ended.
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Let’s open our eyes.
No, I know this isn’t snow. But you have to think of it as opening your eyes.
As I thought about that, the scenery of this space surrounding me came into view.
There was a brightly shining sun. The sun seems too close to what we usually see.
All that lies below are withered trees and dying people.
Everything below was slowly drying up for the sake of the greatest being here.
You can clearly tell by looking at this.
This is the image of Hero Zion Ranger Red.
This entire space is like his soul.
Perhaps the tentacle was unable to be removed from his head and was wriggling around his brain, stimulating a switch in some important place, and my image of him was connected to my spirit.
Since I have absorbed the magic power of several heroes so far, it may be because my sensitivity to the magic power of heroes and goddesses has increased.
A man was sitting cross-legged in the sun. He is a young man with a gentle face. The huge sun behind his head seemed like the sign of a saint.
However, in this world of ruinous images that are falling apart, his appearance of smiling in satisfaction alone while sacrificing everyone else would be more appropriate to call him a guide to destruction rather than a saint.
A guide who destroys the world, ends humanity, and ultimately leads to his own destruction.
This is my first time seeing his real face.
“So, you are Red.”
“Originally it had a different name. I forgot about it now. “I don’t even want to write it.”
“Why do warriors keep using strange names instead of their real names?”
“Because that is the contract with the goddess. Throw away your name, do you know what this means?”
What do you know? Rather than that, I wanted to ask something like, what is the problem that led to living like that?
The corners of Red’s mouth rose as if he was reading my thoughts.
“I had to meet the goddess. I wanted to ask her face to face again. They brought me to this world because they saw some potential in me, and why they put me through this ordeal. “What on earth did you want to do by turning my body into a half-asshole that can’t even breathe properly?”
“No matter what you do, you are the chosen warrior?”
“For that, it didn’t matter who died or how many people died.”
How Red has oppressed the humans of Zion is not something I care about. Because I too would be an invader who came to devour them.
But you lived that way because you wanted to see the goddess again?
That’s too… Isn’t this a trivial reason?
“No matter what I do, I will be a warrior chosen by the goddess, and everything I do is the goddess’s arrangement. He sees everything. “It can’t be anything other than creepy.”
“You’re seeing everything?”
“I wanted to escape that bondage. So I wanted to become a god in this city.”
Red looked straight at me.
No, not me.
He was looking at the status window in front of me.
Now that I am connected to his image, he is also looking at the status window that I am seeing.
“You have to kill the goddess.”
“What?”
Red stood up.
At the same time, the sun that rose above his head also raised the temperature and cooked the surroundings.
“You were there.”
At that moment, a phrase appeared in the status window.
It was a little different, not trivial information like the system or current status.
[System: Oh, I guess you knew?]
The text in the status window moved around, but then focused on one point.
And then it unfolded.
[Stepbrother fucking me with a huge cock]
[Stupid husband sharing a MILF with two big black dicks]
[Live-action version of Splatoon with extreme squirt!]
[Brothers and sisters having sex 15 days later]
[The warrior party’s post-womb magic girl porter]
[Roughly like a sister from another world…]
What unfolded in the sky beyond the status window was truly a world.
There were numerous letters, and numerous people moving above them were writhing and mixing together.
It was like the breast milk factory that I created inside people’s bodies, but it was fundamentally different.
What suddenly appeared in the status window was the number of copulating people that I could never reach no matter how many tentacles I stretched out or extended.
‘Squishy, puha-! Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp-‘
“Umm, haa, ugh, chubobobobobo~’
“Hook, ugh, ugh!!”
‘Squeak!’
After climax, the white wet and shiny buttocks and shine.
A slight vibration of the waist trembling and rising upward.
The fluidity of the breasts that change their shape as they are pressed down depending on the position.
Nipples stiff and tense, delicate fingers pinching as if flicking teeth.
Fingers aren’t the only thing that’s delicate. What is invisible from the outside, the flesh inside the vagina and its fine wrinkles, isn’t it an organ of obscenity itself to extort everything from the intruder?
I couldn’t concentrate on one place with the dirty words coming from so many places at the same time.
If the waist is pulled out from one side, the waist is pushed in from the other side.
When a sucking sound is heard from somewhere, chewing fluid is vigorously squirted from the other side.
The burning, dying world was filled with the sounds of love and pleasure.
Pleasure on a scale unknown to me.
However, what I felt in this completely incomprehensible and unknown scene was not pleasured,
It was a feeling of awe and fear.
At that moment, from one point to a line, to a surface.
A hand reached out from the status window filled with all kinds of pornography.
The status window is gathered in one place, and the porn is playing as is, from hand to arm, armpit, soft neck and face, waist and buttocks, legs and tight toes,
I started to create a shape.
It’s a woman. That’s definitely true. There was still a lot of noise, so I couldn’t confirm her exact appearance, but seeing how my tentacles responded, it was clear that it was a female.
A hand and face emerged from her status window and placed a finger on Red’s chin. Although there was noise in her voice, her voice filled with playfulness and charm resonated with this image world and my soul.
‘What is this?’
Red said, glaring at her.
“It took me until this point to see you, goddess.”
