1.21.1 You got one ugly-ass child Ma'am"!

[Your Vigor has turned into Biomass.]

[Two stat points have been added to all your stats.]

[Error: Spirit stat is not initiated, the stats have been randomly allocated.]

[Gain 4 free stat points]

[Grade 2 achieved, 1.2 stat modifier has been activated.]

Race: Karabit

Class: None[9]/Mutant[1]

Trait: Volatile Mutation

Racial Trait: Blood Infusion

Title: Vessel of Seventh Daughter, Guest of Wilkis Riber, Beggar of Riber city

[FSP: 4] [KP: 10] [Exp: 2617]

[Stats]x1.2

STR: 1+2

CTS: 4+6+2

DEX: 1+4+2+1

INT: 0.8+2

SPR: 0

WIT: 1.5+6+2+1

Biomass: 460/460

Health: 530/530

Passive skills: Tenacious lvl2, Danger Discernment lvl1, Madness Suppression lvl1

Active skills: Muscle Control lvl1

Creation skills: Geneticist lvl1

Status effects: Regeneration lvl1, Madness lvl5, Possession lvl9

Knowledge[Uninitiated]: none

Augments[Uninitiated]: none

The immense changes in his stats were ignored by the maddened Girisia. The sound of his contorting body and breaking bones reverberated the room along with his screams. Even his body started to bleed due to muscle tears that spread throughout his body. The regeneration was not able to keep up with the harm Girisia's body was going through.

"This is what you wanted?" Wilkis asked this question, not only to the maddened Girisia. But also to the entity that was observing the scene that was happening in the room.

"Were you the one feeding him prophecies?" WIlkis turned to look toward the ceiling. His eyes filled with suspicion. He felt glad that he had sent his daughter away before Girisia ascended. The only thing he regretted at the moment was not doing this simple experiment far from the city.

Though in response to his question, the entity didn't react to him, she completely ignored his existence. Her focus was entirely on Girisia… No, it would be better to say, her entire focus on the 'being' gestating inside Girisia.

"If you don't want to answer… then don't." There was no fear or respect in Wilkis' voice, only a hint of regret as he pointed his finger toward Girisia. He was going to keep his promise, end Girisia's life and stop the entity from being born.

<Madness lvl7↑>

<Possession lvl8↓>

And while Wilkis gave the command for Girisia's head to explode. Inside Girisia's mind, there was an entirely different but familiar scene replaying.

"Who's crying…" Girisia asked, as his broken body lay on the road. The sounds he was familiar with in this place were no more. The crickets that cried after the rain was silent for some reason.

The only sound that remained was the cry of a child. A cry, barely audible to Girisia in his current state.

"Why is there a child here?" Girisia found it weird, the place he was in felt too real this time. It didn't feel like a dream of faint memory, but everything around him felt real, along with the pain his body was going through.

"Where are you kid?" Girisia shouted in his mind but he couldn't even move his jaw. His eyes darted around, looking for the trace of the crying child, but he found nothing.

"Heh… This feels like a fever dream." He was already used to this dream and the pain that came with it. But the introduction of the baby in his dream left him a bit unnerved.

"No… it is just a dream and not real." The more Girisia thought, the more he found it absurd how his subconscious mind keeps replaying this scene again and again.

"This dream originated from me… So I must have swayed over it."

"And isn't it normal in stories like this… when the hero starts to control the illusion that binds him." Girisia laughed at the absurd state he found himself in. And yes, he actually laughed. His lips moved, his limbless body shook in delight and for the first time, he moved his head to the other side.

"See Girisia, it's just that simple," Girisia smirked, finding it outright ironic how cliche this felt. "And then there is the baby crying all the time." And after a twist of his head, Girisia found the baby that was screaming and crying all the time.

Though this baby didn't seem to be a human baby. With the tail of a reptile, eyes of an insect, its chest leaking mucus, and four arms that don't seem to have any bones in them, it seemed like an abomination. A disgusting abomination that even a mother will feel disgusted toward.

"What an ugly baby…" Girisia remembers everything that happened before he was thrown into this dream and he knew who this crying child was. "Seventh daughter I presume?" Girisia asked. His lips were moving without a problem now and there was no more speech impairment that he faced before.

"Stop crying and answer me… are you the Seventh daughter of that She/her whatever?" He questioned again and once again, he didn't get a reply. The child was completely immersed in its own world, it wanted to see its mother, it wanted to grow up, it wanted a normal life, a life that was stolen from it.

"I SAID… ARE YOU THE FUCKING SEVENTH DAUGHTER! DON'T YOU DARE TAKE ME FOR A FOOL, I FUCKING KNOW YOU CAN LISTEN TO ME… YOU CAME INTO MY MIND AND INSTEAD OF HAVING A NORMAL CONVERSATION WITH THE OWNER, YOU KEEP CRYING." There was no eloquence in Girisia's tongue, no pity for the child that loses its life, only immense disgust at the shamelessness of the thing that had entered his body and hasn't shown any hint of respect toward the owner.

"AND PLEASE FOR GOD'S SAKE… STOP THAT CHILD LARPING. YOU WERE SEVEN WHEN YOU DIED." He shouted, making the crying child shut her mouth.

"Now that's more like it… Now like a good kid, stop whatever you are doing this instant." Seeing the child's attention turned toward him, Girisia ordered.

"Don't think I can't harm you… I have started to take control already and nothing is stopping me from slapping the ass of an annoying child."

His words did seem to affect the child, her eyes were filled with fear. So seeing Girisia was gaining some advantage, he gave the killing blow. "And don't think your MOMMY can save you… This is my mind and your mommy is not even on this planet anymore." Girisia was sure about the strength level of the entity that has traumatized WIlkis's mother and the way she let her presence be known to WIlkis, he was even more sure about her distance.

"So like a good kid… stop," Girisia said, like a meaty tentacle growing out of his right shoulder which targetted the child, degrading its mentality further.

"Haha!... seems like I truly am taking back control."

<Madness lvl7↑>

<Possession lvl3↓>

<Trait Volatile Mutation is active>

<Adapting to current circumstances… lack of nutrients detected.>

<Temp Mutation: Bark skin gained>

[Cost: 50 Biomass]

<Temp Mutation: Boneless gained>

[Cost:70 Biomass]

<Temp Mutation: Rooted feet gained>

[Cost: 100 Biomass]

<Adapting to current circumstances… Two wills found in the body.>

<Temp Mutation: Two…

"It's too late." Looking at the tree-like abomination Girisia was mutating toward, Wilkis lost all hope for him. The current state of Girisia was something similar to a mutant that goes berserk. But even then, they still retain human features in their body. But in Girisia's case, there was no humanity left in him. He looked nothing more than a small Mundi Treant.

So he had no choice left, he was sure that there was no way to fix the current situation, so with a last look at the wonder boy who could look into the future, Wilkis got ready to detonate the bomb.

But it seemed, this simple action was not appreciated by the mother who was looking forward to the birth of her child. So before Wilkis could activate the bomb inside Girisia's head, a phantom tentacle gently swiped in his direction.

Wilkis didn't know from when or where this tentacle appeared, his senses were going haywire to the danger the tentacle possessed. The pressure from the tentacle affected the organic cells in Wilkis's body, mutating them. A move that caused a rapid decline in his vitality as the cells died off at an alarming rate.

And the most horrific part of it all was that he couldn't even move. It seemed a hundred tons of weight was placed on his shoulder.

'A mother saving her child?... hah' Wilkis somewhat understood why this retaliation came and he also learned the horrors of the entity they were dealing with. He learned why his mother was so scared of this entity so much.

'But I have to save mine too.' The entity was not the only being that cared for its offspring. Even with his emotionless face and treating his daughter as an employee, he cared for her. He cared for the woman that gave him the reason to live. He cared for the people he swore to protect. And he can't have a volatile element being born in the heart of his city.

It didn't matter if the being born is harmless, it didn't matter that there may be a way to control the young child. He can't take risks like that anymore.

So, with the last of his strength, Wilkis sent the signal for detonation with little energy he had. He watched in satisfaction as the place where once used to be Girisia's head exploded. And with a small smile on his face, he fell under the might of the tentacle.

And until his eyes closed, Wilkis still found it absurd how useless a grade four like him had turned in front of a small and slow tentacle. But this is the punishment he deserved. He just wished that this mother wouldn't take out her anger on the city.

'Run my child.'