Chapter 278

Author's Note: Hello everyone. I'll get straight to the point so as to not waste your time. I was in an area with poor network coverage and recurring power outages that lasted until the following day. Naturally with my luck, there was a power outage.

Moving on, aside from the chapters I've uploaded, I believe I owe four more. I'll see about making up for them gradually over time.

I hope you'll enjoy this chapter and the next.

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A/N END

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Currently, a year of effort allowed him to combine his Origin State and Kaioken x45 to reach a staggering 450x boost in power. As long as he remained diligent, he would be able to bear using his Demigod Suppressed State without damaging his brain.

Igor had a hunch. If he could handle a 500x increase in power, then it'd be all the more easier to handle his full-powered state. It was only an instinct, but he felt he'd be able to quell the bloodlust he had when he transformed.

It was only a hunch, but only time would tell whether he'd be able to achieve a breakthrough.

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|DxD|

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Time Chamber: Five Months Later (3 years and 5 months after entry)

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Strong, yet gentle. Fierce, yet calm. Overwhelming, yet peaceful---those contradictory words could be used to describe the state Igor was in from an observer's perspective.

He was deep within the confines of the time chamber with nothing but his trusty straw mat, pants, and a pair of sandals.

He was caught within a hurricane, but he remained immovable like a statue. In comparison to the harsh winds around him, his aura gently surged like slow-moving river.

A delicate coalition of red and golden aura surrounded his body like a burning flame. His hair flowed all the way down his back, the influx of energy causing it to clump together and spike like mountain peaks.

He sat with his legs crossed, his eyes closed in focus. An overwhelming power radiated from him, firmly placing him in the upper ranks of High-Supreme Class.

Origin Demigod State was the name he came up with for this new form. This time, his mastered control no longer caused him to bleed like he did when he was with Nandi and Shiva. Then again, there was hardly anything to sense in the time chamber, but he was certain after months of effort, he had attained nigh-absolute control over the form.

Nature energy coursed through him like a torrential wave. The amount was distinctly different from when he was on Earth. The planet could never afford to give up so much pure nature energy. The rest of it was already so corrupted he'd be forced to filter it, which would take precious time were he in battle.

But this would no longer trouble him. The feeling of nature energy coursed through his body. Each and everyone of his cells were filled up to the brim with the mystical energy. Some of it lazily flowed through his divine strand and back into his ki network, dutifully on its way to nourish more of his cells.

Igor was very clear about the current situation in his body. His enhanced perception allowed him to observe the flow of nature energy and even the most minute of details in real-time. By observing all of this, he had a bold idea he wanted to try.

Some time in the future, he wanted to know if it was possible for him to generate nature energy on his own. But unfortunately, such an idea seemed impossible. His body could only contain nature energy, not create it.

"Fuuuu…"

In his state of meditation, he released a breath of turbid air. The impurities in his body were cleared out in one gust of black air. It was another miracle of nature energy. Through it, he never needed to worry about dead cells, rotting matter, clogged injuries, or any negative ailments to his body.

Anything that was of no use could be collected and secreted in one breath. He no longer even needed to use the toilet.

The presence of nature energy in his body kept him in tip-top condition at every moment. And with how well he's now adapted to it, the setback of using his Origin Demigod State was effectively countered.

The only limit holding him back…was his body.

[I can maintain this state for only five minutes.]

It was a simple acknowledgement of his weakness. All or most of his other problems had been fixed. His control issue had been addressed. He commanded absolute control over his body.

Right now, the problem lay in his foundation, and there was a simple solution for it---the gym. Higher gravity and heavier weights---he would need to pump himself to the max for the next two years, and he had just the right idea on how to get maximum gains.

[This is enough for now.]

Suuuuuu…

The aura around him faded away. His hair went flaccid and shortened in length. Without that powerful surge of energy, it no longer needed to be used as a chimney to relieve the pressure.

"Haaaaa…"

He let out a minor breath of relief. The transformation was strong, but the burden it placed on his body was a lot.

He stood up and let the most of his nature energy flow back into the diamond mark. For what he was about to do, the last thing he needed was triggering his Origin Mode by mistake.

Su!

He vanished a few-hundred metres deeper into the time chamber. Because tapping into his full power produced very strong fluctuations, he didn't want to tear his mat apart. He didn't have the patience to wait for the time chamber to create a new one.

"This should be far enough."

Gruuuu! Su! Su! Su! Su! Su! Su! Su! Su! Su! Su!

Without delay, he tapped into his Demigod State. His fallen-hair instantly spiked up with fervour. His blonde locks were christened red by the powerful surge of demi-ki flooding each individual strand. His cerulean gaze turned crimson like the very aura surrounding him.

This solid 100x multiplier from his Demigod State placed him at mid-Supreme Class. But this normal state wasn't Igor's intent. He planned to go beyond.

"..."

*Clenches Fists!*

His calm aura rapidly began to fluctuate once more. His expression turned fierce with each passing moment. After so many years without using it, digging out that power was surely going to be troublesome.

"HaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

GRUUUUUUUU!!!

His aura surged like a violent flame. It lashed out like massive tentacles that would easily obliterate those who dared to get close. The veins on his body bulged due to untold amounts of demi-ki flowing through his veins.

He grit his teeth and powered through it. There was no going back and he could already feel a tinge of bloodlust muddying his rationality. But that was all it was---a tinge, a tinge he could easily snuff out.

"HEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAH!"

His yell reverberated throughout the barren region. His powerful aura affected the auroras hovering in the skies. Igor did everything he could to dig out this sturdy stone called power. It was definitely more difficult than before. Previously, this would've been enough to fully ascend, but it was only enough to trigger the changes.

His muscles slowly began to swell. The injection had reached the point where his body had to grow to accommodate the sudden influx of power. His hair grew spikier. The strands clustered like mountain peaks turned to jagged edges so sharp they could skewer a fly.

The pupils in his eyes flickered with the intention of disappearing. With so much energy flowing through him, his brain had to allocate resources from sight in order to manage this dangerous amount of energy.

GRUUUUUU!

A breaking point was reached and the aura around exploded in a plume so dense his figure disappeared.

X110!

X120!

X130!

X140!

X150!

X160!

His power continued to soar until it settled at 165x his base power. Such a margin of increase from the previous 120th multiplier was astonishing to say the least.

As his power solidified, his aura also began to calm down, but nothing could hide the tyrannical pressure he released. If anyone were present, they would feel as if drawn bow was aimed right at the foreheads. The overwhelming bloodlust Igor released was so strong weaker people would freeze in fear.

"Hehehehehe…"

A demonic chuckle jejely rang out. Those empty pupils seemed to hold the desire to destroy all creation.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

There was no rationality in that gaze. The plan…had failed. His will to fight and destroy superseded all thoughts of logic.

GRUUUU!

His power exploded with great fervour. His monstrous expression was terrifying. His head swivelled around frantically, his nose sniffing the air for any scent.

Sniff Sniff Sniff

It was clear he was looking for an opponent, but he neither sensed nor smelled anyone…and that made him angry.

"RAAAAAAAAA!!!! I WANT TO FIGHT!!!"

His power exploded once more as rage consumed him. His desire for battle was like an itch desperate to be scratched. Fighting and killing was an instinct soldered deep into the bone. Without a suitable opponent to battle or lives to reap, Igor descended further into madness.*

GRUUUU! ….SUUUUUUuuuuuu

The ground beneath him cracked as he flew into the skies. His mind was gradually descending into madness. It could be said Igor truly turned into the incarnation of slaughter. Without feeling the flesh of others in his hands, his mind began its pilgrimage into the abyss of no return.

But before it could embark, black tentacle-like markings were released from his forehead. The markings creeped down his forehead and Igor quickly recognised the abnormality.

"What?!"

He stopped mid-flight and began scratching his forehead incessantly.

"What is this?! WHAT IS THIS!!!!!?"

These strange markings were suppressing his power. For a moment, a strange sense of fear flashed across his gaze, but it was instantly erased by profound rage.

"RAAAAAAAA!!!!"

GRUUUUUU!

His aura of demi-ki surged once more like a thundering flame. Igor furiously resisted, but what was his strength to a High-Supreme Class?

Vwong!

A golden light flashed from his forehead before Triny appeared in front of him in her true form. Three different pairs of wings were on her back---a dragon's, a bird's, and a bat's. Her body had grown to resemble a girl in her early teenage years, a very demonic teenager.

Two rows of horns were on her hear and black tribal markings covered her entire form. Her beautifully tanned skin seemed to glow with the colour of gold, giving her the feel of an unprovokable goddess.

"WHO ARE YOU!? RELEASE ME NOW AND FIGHT M-"

She silenced him by placing her finger on his forehead. Just from how Igor didn't recognise her, she knew he was too far gone. She'd been content to wait like he asked her, but she couldn't risk it any longer.

"Sleep now."

Her ethereal voice rang with a maturity unbefitting of her age. Her golden pupils looked down on him with a tinge of pity. She knew Igor would undoubtedly be upset once he recovered. She'd held some confidence he'd recover in the event of failure, but sometimes, things never went according to plan.

With a touch of a finger, the tentacles covering Igor instantly spread across his whole body, dying his skin black in its entirety. His aura fizzled out like a candle flame under a bucket of water. No resistance could be mustered, no curses could be uttered.

In one swell swoop, Triny successfully restrained him. He may have failed today, but failure was only the prelude to success.

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AN

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[1] His power exploded once more as rage consumed him. His desire for battle was like an itch desperate to be scratched. Fighting and killing was an instinct soldered deep into the bone. Without a suitable opponent to battle or lives to reap, Igor descended further into madness.*

Explanation: I keep being confused by this "battle instinct" thing. I get that Aryans are battle maniacs, but Igor is originally not from this world. He just happened to be some blonde guy who said some nonsense and was coincidentally selected by a sex-starved transmigrator deity. 

Unless Ted changed Igor's physique to match an Aryans, I don't see where this battle instinct stuff comes from. Maybe it arose when the Himejima Massacre happened? Maybe constant wars had something to do with it. I don't know. I'm leaning on the latter though.

I believe once you fight in dozens of wars every month, you either grow crazy or develop some sort of sick enjoyment from spilling blood and guts. Perhaps Igor's a psycho at heart because once he loses rationale, the first thing he wants to do is crack skulls and tear people apart.

That's just my take on the matter. Maybe you hold a different opinion?