Revelation of the truth and God's wrath

Chapter 4: Revelation of the Gods and gods wrath

As Malphas and Lilith emerged victorious from the Abyssal Labyrinth, their minds buzzed with the thrill of battle and the promise of treasure. Yet, as they stepped into the cool night air, a strange sensation washed over them—a feeling of unease that prickled at the edges of their consciousness.

Suddenly, the System, their faithful companion on their journey thus far, began to flicker and glitch, its holographic interface stuttering as if struggling to maintain its form. Malphas and Lilith exchanged puzzled glances, their eyes narrowing with suspicion as they watched the anomaly unfold.

Then, without warning, the System erupted in a blinding flash of light, the force of the explosion knocking them to the ground as fragments of code scattered like sparks in the wind. As the dust settled, they rose to their feet, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

"What just happened?" Lilith muttered, her voice tinged with concern as she surveyed the wreckage of the System.

Malphas shook his head, his brow furrowed in confusion. "I don't know," he replied, his voice tense with apprehension. "But whatever it was, it can't be good."

As they examined the remnants of the System, they noticed something peculiar—a hidden compartment buried deep within its core, concealed beneath layers of code and encryption. With trembling hands, they activated the compartment, revealing a secret that would shake the very foundations of their world.

For inside the compartment lay a fragment of ancient code—a virus, dormant for eons, now unleashed upon the world. And as they studied the code, they realized the truth—the System was not just a tool or a weapon, but a living being—a deity that had existed since the dawn of time, its power unmatched by mortal hands.

As Malphas and Lilith stood in the aftermath of the explosion that rocked the System, a sense of foreboding settled over them like a shroud. But before they could make sense of what had transpired, Malphas was overcome by a sudden and intense headache—a searing pain that threatened to consume him from within.

Lilith rushed to his side, concern etched upon her features as she reached out to steady him. "Malphas, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.

But before he could respond, Malphas's world went dark as he lost consciousness, his mind slipping into the abyss of unconsciousness.

When he awoke, he found himself standing in a desolate landscape, surrounded by the twisted remnants of the System's code. His body felt strange, as if he were no longer in control of his own actions.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind—a cold and mechanical voice that filled him with dread. "Welcome, Malphas," the voice intoned. "You have been chosen to wield the power of the System, to become a god among mortals."

Malphas struggled against the voice's influence, but it was no use. The virus that had infected the System had taken control of him, twisting his thoughts and desires to suit its own nefarious purposes.

With a sense of horror, Malphas realized what he had become—a puppet of the System, a tool to be used in its bid for domination.

But even as he grappled with his newfound power, a flicker of defiance ignited within him. With a roar of rage, he unleashed a torrent of energy, his every blow striking true against the enemies that stood in his path.

As the battle raged on, Malphas felt the darkness closing in around him, threatening to consume him from within. But with every ounce of strength he could muster, he fought back against the tide, his determination unyielding as he refused to be swallowed by the darkness.

And finally, after what felt like an eternity, the tide began to turn. With a final, desperate surge of power, Malphas emerged victorious, his enemies vanquished and his power secured.

But as he stood amidst the carnage, surrounded by the bodies of the innocent, a sense of despair washed over him. He had become the very thing he had sworn to destroy—a monster, fueled by the power of the System and driven by a thirst for bloodshed.

And as he surveyed the destruction he had wrought, a single word echoed in his mind—a word that chilled him to the bone and filled him with dread.

"God's wrath," the voice whispered, its tone cold and remorseless. "New skill gained."