Chapter 140 – 140. Human Tentacles, That Is Salvation
The hell of carnality and pleasure that covers the sky and the status window in front of my eyes.
The two came together and formed the shape of a human being.
It was definitely there, but I couldn’t see it.
Although it created a female form to some extent, no clear facial or physical features were visible.
When I tried to look closely, there was crackling noise, and it interfered with my vision.
‘Are you saying you’re not even allowed to dare look at it?’
Instead, I could vaguely feel it outside my field of vision.
Instead of her skin, images formed her: her pussy throbbing and gleefully allowing his cock to enter and exit, and her magnificently erect nipples. Every time she took a step, her slender waist and bulky thighs were seen fawning over the man who dominated their body.
They never stayed still, pulsating according to the rhythm suited to the pleasure each person sought, and flowing out their erotic juices.
Of course, since they were just images played on my status window – the goddess’s skin, they didn’t really squirt female juice into Red’s mental world.
So,
That is the goddess.
The being that Eshir serves and the one that sent warriors to this world.
As soon as I saw that being, I could feel the hero’s magic that I had swallowed up until now reacting with radiance. That’s a goddess. That much was certain.
Since the goddess sent her warrior and I grew up as well as I did by eating her warrior, maybe I should show her my gratitude.
If I hadn’t absorbed the hero’s magic, I wouldn’t have awakened myself like I do now, so maybe she could be considered my mother.
I should at least send you a gift.
“Filial piety also enters!”
The tip of the tentacle dick was transformed into the most pleasant shape possible.
There are so many different types of pussies, from a harpoon type with protrusions to a club shape with a stupidly large tip, to a rotating tentacle cock that changes direction and speed at any time unpredictably!
Since she is like a mother to me, I’m sure she would like it if I gave her one as a gift.
No, is it a son?
“Damn, what!”
Red hurriedly escaped after seeing dozens of hideous tentacles rushing at him.
The tentacles passed right past him and fell straight into the figure of the woman holding Red’s chin.
What does it feel like? The feel of those full-body pussy images playing in the body-
‘What the heck!’
It passed through the goddess and fell straight to the ground.
“Wet pussy butthole-!!”
Since it was a body formed with a status window, it was natural that it could not be violated.
Even though it’s popping like that in front of my eyes, I can’t help it. That makes me even more anxious.
Red stumbled and laughed.
“Are you targeting that bitch too?”
[I guess I’m popular?]
“The way you speak seems very different from the way you spoke when you first came to this world.”
[If you treat it comfortably from the beginning, people will be suspicious. So is it better to do it this way? It’s been a while, warrior who descended to the world under the command of this precious body.]
The goddess answered instead. Her voice finely adjusted the volume and accent of the numerous notes and moans playing in her body, so that she sounded like a fusion of several sounds, as if she were listening to a radio that had been tuned to a wrong frequency.
In each and every strand of that voice, traces of overwhelming magical power that cannot be resisted,
I felt hopeless.
[Anyway, what on earth is this magical power? I feel bad. It’s sticky and hot, and it feels like it’s breathing into my ears every time I say it.]
“Find out who your bitch is descending on and start talking about it.”
Oh, is it really because of me?
Because I am a creature optimized for raping women, when the goddess descends, based on my status window, things like that come out?
[But I couldn’t help it. Lately, the magical power around Zion has been polluted to this extent. That wasn’t the only one.]
“That monster must have been watching everything it did in my city.”
The identity of the goddess was a status window.
If all the messages in the status window that I have received so far were from that goddess, then of course it would be so.
The goddess said nothing. But somehow I could tell she was smiling.
Red sobbed when he saw that.
“Then, seeing the souls of the people of this city being torn apart and devoured! Was he just bladdering? And you’re still a god?!”
[Why should I save all humans? Even you don’t do that.]
“What I did was to save more people by effectively sacrificing some. The world won’t work without some people making sacrifices! It was like that in the original world, and it’s the same here!”
[I’m really sick of it. All you heroes have to do is use the abilities I gave you to stabilize this world, but you always harbor meaningless complaints.]
“I decided to become a hero myself to those who cling to unresponsive goddesses. And I achieved it. Much better than what you did last year. The people of Zion now look for me, Hero Red, rather than you. “You are now a bane to this city.”
Are you talking about the scene where people smile and prepare to slander each other in the name of a hero?
It was absurd.
Red’s words were sophistry itself. How can a method of saving while oppressing, and showing happiness on the outside while being unhappy on the inside, be salvation?
True salvation comes when the body and mind are all in harmony.
Let’s think about the women who were raped by me.
First, they enjoy a brief foreplay, and then they take over the nervous system through their tentacles. Completely stir your brain and invade your heart and soul until you find something that feels good.
When my micro-tentacles, which have become one by creeping into my head through my ears and nose, feel truly pleasant, I accept them with all my heart and only then begin to invade my body in earnest.
By that time, you are already at the stage where you surrender yourself to me because you want to be violated.
Except for the female warriors, all the ordinary human females who have become one with me so far have been like that.
Once you capture the mind and soul first, the body will follow.
All I do is give the body, which is a vessel, a little massage so that the mind can follow.
But what Red is doing is just forcing happiness on people.
And now that I am connected in the world of images, my thoughts have been conveyed to Red as well.
“Okay. Then, I saw those tentacles. A monster that is attacking my city, destroying everything, and trying to infect this entire city.
Red stood up. As he placed his hand on his chest, the sun in the image world above his head slowly compressed.
“But those tentacles simply transcended all the ways I controlled this city. Okay. If everyone becomes ‘mine’, wouldn’t there be no need for the sacrifice of the few for the many?”
Red thought.
Once you do that, you will no longer feel guilty due to the hypocrisy of sacrificing others.
Ceases to be human. But what does that matter?
It’s one thing that my current body can’t live like a human.
The real body outside the world of images is already in a state of disintegration and on the verge of death.
Even if you regain your body’s consciousness, you probably won’t be able to survive. He has already lost the trust of the citizens and has lost his magic power, and there is no one who can be his ally.
Pink destroyed it, White betrayed it, Black lost contact, Yellow… He probably ran away.
However, from the beginning, I had no intention of relying on the parasites who were protecting me and enjoying life in another world with my own abilities.
The important thing is that those tentacles are also unable to absorb all of Red’s magic power, so his entire body is probably overloaded.
Yes, all you have to do is swallow that body.
Since he is a monster that has been violating other people’s bodies his whole life, he would not have expected that he would suffer the reverse.
And now all you have to do is start again.
Let’s pretend everything never happened and start from the beginning.
[Are you aware that all your thoughts will be shared here?]
The goddess asked. But even that didn’t matter to Red.
“What needs to be done has been decided. Since the goddess has descended into my world of imagination, not even you can stop it.”
[What?!]
The sun that was hovering above Red’s head had suddenly shrunk to the size of a small pill and was emitting a powerful glow on her palm.
He held Red Guy tightly and stuffed it into his mouth.
Just as I was thinking, “What on earth are you going to do this time?”, Red’s thoughts came to me.
‘I will self-destruct along with this city.’
‘Stop, you bastard!!’
Tsupat, the light covered my eyes.
His world of imagination exploded.
I disappeared in the image of Red without even feeling that my whole body was burning in an instant.
I opened my eyes.
Red saw this world for the last time with human eyes.
Watching it again, I feel miserable and pathetic. Everything was burning, and a terrible tentacled monster was trying to hide among the people he was trying to save.
There was a beautiful woman being carried away by citizens. She was a woman who was part of Zion’s upper class, but now she was just one of the tentacle hosts, with her body and soul eroded by the tentacles.
The tentacle was laughing at itself by borrowing her body.
Then, he released the mimicry of another tentacle body on the wall of the city hall building and inserted a tentacle into his head, attempting to absorb his magic power and soul.
Those tentacles were overloaded, and their minds were connected to each other, and due to the pollution level of Zion’s magic power, the goddess briefly descended into the tentacle’s status window, which had just happened in his mental world.
In reality, not even a second passes. But Red wanted to feel everything at that moment.
But I was satisfied with Red.
There is no way to stop the explosion that has already begun in his mind.
The tentacle’s magic hand will never reach the people of this city, and he will be resurrected as a tentacle body in the boiling magic like a fusion furnace.
‘I have to purify it with my own hands. Before my city is polluted.’
Risking his name and soul, and risking all the lives of Zion,
He was truly a savior.
