Chapter 1987: Reforging a God Spark P01
Chapter 1987: Reforging a God Spark P01
A mere demigod trying to repurpose a God Spark?
Shir stared at Eren in silence, unable to believe what he'd just heard.
It wasn't long ago that Shir himself had been planning the same thing.
He wanted to rip the God Spark out of Eren's chest, fuse it with his own, and break past his bottlenecks in one go.
With that, he could've reached SS-Rank and become a true Saint under the guidance of God Raashim.
And the man he looked down on, the very same demigod he dismissed as an upstart, was demanding his God Spark in return for mercy.
What could Eren even possibly do with a God Spark while being so weak?
He wasn't an S-Rank Sage yet. He was still technically below Shir Rank-wise.
They were both demigods, sure. He also had a pseudo Immortal Domain.
But Eren was doing basically everything solo when it came to the matters of the divine. He didn't have an Immortal backing him. God Aleph, who gave Eren his divine inheritance, had vanished long ago.
And due to God Aleph's peculiar divine throne, Eren had an Abominated Divinity. No other Immortal could help him, including his Immortal allies, if he had any.
So how could he make use of Shir's God Spark?
Who was he relying on?
Was there a secret backer behind Eren's rise? Was someone hiding in the shadows, supporting him from behind the curtain?
Shir didn't know.
But Eren smiled right then, as if reading every thought swirling inside Shir's head.
"You don't have to think too much," Eren said casually, his voice laced with amusement. "Just come to a decision already."
He turned his gaze toward the massive crowd at the base of the altar.
"Our audience is waiting."
Shir followed his gaze.
Gritting his teeth, he stood up with some effort before slowly walking towards Eren. Thousands of eyes locked on him— low-level and non-combat Templars, demons, civilians, beasts. The battlefield had turned into a stage.
Eren smiled. It wasn't the wide, mocking grin he usually wore when taunting an enemy. This one was neutral. As if he didn't really care if Shir decided to go through the fiendification or not.
"Ready?" Eren asked, walking closer to Shir.
The once-proud demigod didn't say anything in response. He simply nodded and dropped to his knees. His body swayed slightly from weakness, but he straightened himself and looked ahead.
Eren stood right in front of him and raised his hand, placing it gently over Shir's head like a priest blessing a new follower.
"Don't resist," Eren said, his voice low and steady.
Shir closed his eyes. He didn't need any more reminders.
Eren took a deep breath. The air around him grew heavier. The right side of his hair slowly turned a silvery white. His right eye, once emerald green, shimmered into a glowing blue. Runes appeared all over his right arm.
And then, with a thought, the seven Sin Series Domains surrounded Shir.
Each Domain pulsed with its own aura—wrath, envy, gluttony, greed, lust, sloth, and pride. They moved like smoke, wrapping around Shir's body and seeping into him from every direction.
The transformation began.
Shir's body trembled. His skin darkened into a deep purple. Scales slowly pushed out from beneath his skin, covering him like armor. His frame grew taller and broader.
His muscles stretched and tightened. Two curved horns grew from his forehead. His eyes changed color—burning gold with slit pupils. A long, forked tail slithered out behind him.
The pain was immense, but Shir didn't scream. He had prepared himself.
His injuries vanished like they had never existed. The blood crusting his wounds dried and flaked off. The broken bones reset and strengthened. His aura flared—stronger than it had been even before the battle began.
The transformation wasn't just physical. His soul had changed. The moment the Sin Series Mana settled inside him, he became demonic. A fiend.
Eren lowered his hand slowly. The runes on his arm faded away. The Sin Domains began to recede.
Shir knelt before him—no longer the proud demigod who led an army in the name of a sea god. He was reborn as a creature bound to the will of the Young Demon Emperor.
However, after his fiend transformation was complete, Shir felt something was wrong.
He clutched his chest suddenly, wincing. A strange pressure was building up from within. It was sharp, hot, and uncomfortable—like a fire trapped in a sealed pot.
He staggered a little, falling onto one knee.
The discomfort was coming from the center of his being. Deep inside his chest, near his soul. The place where his God Spark rested.
The God Spark of Raashim.
It had always been there, glowing faintly like a small divine sun, feeding off his faith and connection to his god. But now… it was trembling and unstable. Like it didn't belong anywhere anymore.
Because it didn't. Raashim was dead.
And Shir had just accepted a new god. He had changed his faith completely. The bond between him and the God Spark had snapped. But the Spark hadn't disappeared. It was still there—restless and agitated, reacting badly to his transformation.
It wanted out.
One could realize this was what Eren had expected all along. That was why he hadn't just taken the God Spark by force at the start.
First, he killed God Raashim. Then he broke Shir's spirit. Then changed his faith. And now that the God Spark had nowhere to cling to, it was practically begging to be pulled out.
Eren didn't even have to make efforts to separate it from Raashim. His new Individuality and the God Spark repulsed each other.
Shir groaned. The pressure in his chest spiked sharply.
And then, without a word, Eren stepped forward.
His right hand began to change.
It darkened, twisting into the form of a sharp spear. Asura had responded to Eren's will once again. The runes over the weapon glowed faintly, reacting to the divine presence nearby.
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Before Shir could react or even speak, the black spear pierced through his chest.
"Aaaaargh!"
A scream tore from Shir's throat, his back arching in pain. It was like he was healed just so he could be injured afresh.
Eren didn't speak. His expression was focused.
His Soul Sense extended through the spear, reaching deep inside Shir's soul. He felt it—the foreign presence, like a small drop of water floating in the void. A single tear of divinity.
And then, with a small motion, Eren gripped it.