Cave?

Raven Rodha blinked, his eyes sweeping the room, only to find himself liberated from the confines of the blood-soaked walls and the headless figure. Confusion and a sense of disorientation washed over him as he stood in a place that sent shivers down his spine, engulfed in impenetrable darkness. There was no glimmer of light to pierce the surroundings, yet his vision remained eerily sharp.

This was no ordinary sight. It transcended comprehension, bypassing his eyes and delving straight into his mind. The very fabric of perception seemed twisted and distorted, as if he had been transported to a hidden realm that defied all norms.

But what struck him even more profoundly was the undeniable presence of a cavern, its ruggedness emanating from every nook and cranny. Within these depths, time seemed stagnant, enveloping the surroundings in a stifling atmosphere.

Taking a deep breath, I attempted to unravel the enigma of my sudden arrival in this eerie place. Though I possessed meager clues, I suspected a connection to the inexplicable transformation of my blue eyes into a mesmerizing golden hue. But for now, I dismissed those musings and redirected my focus to my unchanged blood and flesh arms. I was still among the living; this was probably not the infamous dead soul sea.

With a calmer demeanor, I surveyed the cavern, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. Amidst the obscurity, only three elements stood out, capturing my attention. First, a constant drip of golden-hued water from the rocky ceiling formed a small puddle, its majestic allure captivating my gaze. Second, a tattered rusty book rested upon a rock, serving as a primitive table. And third, an insatiable hunger stirred within me, demanding my attention.

Shaking my head, I growled, trying to suppress the unfamiliar hunger that consumed me. I pondered the source of this sudden voracity. Was it the allure of the peculiar golden water, or did it stem from something far more profound?

Navigating through the dimness, I stumbled forward until I reached the puddle, mere steps away. Cupping my hands, I scooped a bit of water and brought it to my lips, fully aware of the potential consequences. The water was pure, if nothing else. As I drank, a refreshing coolness cascaded down my throat, transforming into a soothing warmth within my stomach. Yet, the hunger persisted, though slightly subdued. I sensed that no matter how much of this unique water I imbibed, it would never satiate my ravenous appetite.

Narrowing my eyes, I shifted my focus to the sole remaining object of intrigue—the tattered book that lay upon the rock, as if patiently awaiting someone's arrival throughout countless ages. Approaching it with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, I gingerly took it into my hands. Its weathered surface felt like rusted metal, yet the pages yielded beneath my touch, smooth as delicate parchment.

A cryptic smile forced itself upon my lips as I turned the pages, only to be met with an expanse of emptiness. Not a single word or image adorned the vacant canvas before me. There were but a meager ten pages in total, and each one held no inkling of the wisdom or knowledge that one might expect from a tome of ancient origins.

Cursing my misfortune, I was briefly tempted to entertain the absurd notion of devouring the book, as if it held secrets within its very fibers. But the metallic tang that clung to my fingertips swiftly dispelled such folly.

In an inexplicable twist, as I stared at the blank expanse of those pages, a whisper arose from the deepest recesses of my subconscious, urging me forth.

Write something upon those empty sheets! Anything!

Heeding the call, I bit my finger, drawing forth a small rivulet of blood. With deliberate intent, I inscribed a single word upon the virgin page.

"Hunger."

As my gaze fixated upon the bloodstained inscription, the words vanished, consumed by the very essence of the book itself. In an instant, my mind became inundated with a torrent of information, bypassing conscious understanding and penetrating the depths of my being.

It was an overwhelming flood—a deluge of comprehension.

I for a moment understood everything there was to know about hunger, the concept became an instinct to me

Hunger became my weapon for a split second!

My senses were assailed by a myriad of fragments, intertwining simple facts with intricate complexities, filling my mind with a tapestry of knowledge that stretched beyond mortal comprehension. The weight of this immense influx bore down upon my consciousness, causing me to clutch my head in both agony and awe.

The pain seemed insignificant compared to the benefits..

And as quickly as it had come, the surge receded, leaving me out of breath, the book slipping from my grasp. The revelation had been both a blessing and a burden—a revelation that had surpassed the boundaries of mortal understanding.

Determined and resolute, I retrieved the book, my mind shimmering with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. In a voice choked with emotion, I whispered to the world, "This is real... This is my path."

An omniscient book, a conduit to answers and power—a formidable advantage I had never dared to imagine. Yet, I remained acutely aware that such an extraordinary gift would inevitably exact its toll.

With the air thick with anticipation and the lingering taste of trepidation, I pondered the limits and boundaries that lay ahead. But for now, I held within my grasp a glimmer of hope—a potent tool that had the potential to shape my destiny and transcend the mortal realm itself.

Holding back the ever-growing hunger, I once again wrote another piece of words into the book, my gaze expectant and my soul filled with hope.

I had just found the Cheat of reality, a rule-breaking phenomenon, a god's computer with enough knowledge to break down infinite servers. Smirking to myself, I chuckled as I wrote, The Tainted Flower's dead name, wilted as it was, again came in. "Hua Fang Li."

As I looked on, my gaze unwavering, the book devoured the information, but nothing came back. I sighed ruefully, saying to myself, "Can't ask for everything!"

The book couldn't tell me about the secrets or knowledge about a person; that was a limitation. It seemed that was the only known limitation for now. What other limitations were there?,

It remained a mystery, and I could only ponder as I thought about what more to ask. Could it answer my future cultivation path? Could it answer the question, "What is the best cultivation path for a race Annihilic human-blooded Abyssus?"

It seemed possible. This book was like a guide to the world. As far as I could see, it had a comprehensive understanding of the world's laws, and it could only answer questions related to such topics.

But current affairs, human relations, and other matters were not its field of expertise. It couldn't provide answers in those areas.

Even as I considered the endless possibilities, my hunger suddenly intensified, permeating the physical realm and pulling me back to my room. The decapitated corpse and the artistic blood splatter remained unchanged, casting an eerie ambiance.

As my gaze settled upon the mirror, my reflection revealed a gray-skinned figure with multicolored eyes, exuding an aura of hidden menace that reverberated through the universe. My hunger had now materialized, and the world trembled in fear, sensing the impending presence of a formidable force.

The room started shuddering, the earth quaking, and the clouds churning as the immense Hunger coursing through my veins sought release. The very fabric of reality seemed to bend under the weight of my insatiable hunger.

Nobody, even the world itself, knew what awaited it

Everything was going out of script

As the first posessor in the history of the living woke up with insatiable hunger, Waiting to pray on the very universe itself....