[Lord of Abundance] Chapter 58: Fifth-Tier Abundance Magic — True Womb Rebirth
Chapter 58: Fifth-Tier Abundance Magic — True Womb Rebirth
Crimson motes of light gathered together.
The crude, low-grade magic core Kun had casually fashioned earlier gradually softened, becoming a gelatinous substance.
Now that he had access to an inexhaustible supply of power, there was no reason to settle for something mediocre.
With complete concentration, he began reconstructing the flesh puppet's true energy core—the magic core.
Kun had personally dissected three hundred and eighty-six species of magical beasts across every rank.
He had handled well over a thousand magic cores.
He had even found two precious Fourth-Rank monster cores inside the Marquis's treasury.
The internal structure of a magic core was already etched into his memory.
Simply copying one...
Would be a waste of this opportunity.
With the entire Flesh Mountain serving as his source of evolution, Kun intended to indulge himself for once.
He wasn't merely going to elevate this flesh puppet directly to Fourth Rank.
He was going to forge a foundation powerful enough for it to ascend to Fifth Rank.
Only then could he truly establish a foothold in this terrifying world where even demigods walked.
“Hmm...”
“I'll use that.”
A smile of excitement spread across Kun's soul.
Years of magical theory...
Finally had a chance to be tested.
Fifth-Tier Abundance Magic—True Womb Rebirth.
Boom!
Blood-red flames erupted around the grotesque mass of flesh attached to the wall.
The enormous sphere rapidly shrank before the naked eye.
Eventually, only a cocoon the size of a basketball remained.
Countless crimson strands, each no thicker than a finger, intertwined to form its outer shell.
Though it appeared soft...
The cocoon was sturdy enough to withstand attacks from Fourth-Rank creatures.
The flesh puppet had now entered a primordial state known as the True Nirvana Womb.
Until it fully hatched...
It would be completely isolated from the outside world.
At the same time, it ceased passively absorbing energy.
Instead, the True Nirvana Womb began actively devouring the Flesh Mountain's power.
Like a colossal whale swallowing the sea itself, it opened an invisible maw and consumed everything in its path.
Immediately...
The Sacred Mountain trembled.
Deprived of their energy source, countless Eye Fish dropped from the sky.
For the first time since the Sacred Mountain had come into existence...
A ray of sunlight finally reached the crimson earth below—a land that had never known daylight.
“What is happening?”
“Why is the Flesh Furnace's energy being consumed so quickly?”
He Feilian had just thrown the Spiritfolk slaves she'd harvested into the giant maw at the core of the Flesh Mountain, waiting for the Holy Land to bestow its blessings.
She had offered an unprecedented number of high-quality sacrifices.
Yet instead of increasing...
The Flesh Furnace's reserves were plummeting.
The Flesh Furnace was the foundation of their entire race.
Every member of the Holy Race had been born from the Flesh Mountain.
Born from the Flesh Furnace.
As long as the Sacred Mountain endured...
New members of the Holy Race would continue to emerge.
Its blessings were the source of their strength.
The Sacred Mountain was their mother.
The Flesh Furnace...
Its heart.
Now that the heart had begun behaving abnormally.
How could she not panic?
“What have you done?”
“Elder Matriarch Olenai!”
The first to arrive at the Flesh Furnace was a Holy Race woman standing over three meters tall.
Her figure was graceful, almost enchanting.
Behind her spread a pair of crimson butterfly wings patterned with countless eyes.
Had Kun been present...
He would have recognized her immediately.
She had been the strange figure standing closest to the Bone Throne during his previous visit.
Her blood-red wings beat slowly, radiating overwhelming pressure.
Though every bit as beautiful as He Feilian...
She carried an air of solemn authority the latter lacked.
This Elder Matriarch...
Olenai...
Was a peak Fourth-Rank powerhouse.
“I didn't do anything.”
“Honestly!”
Panic filled He Feilian's face.
Olenai was stronger than she was.
Although the elder always harbored murderous intent, she had never dared act upon it.
But...
The King was certainly watching.
If He Feilian couldn't explain the disturbance within the Flesh Furnace...
The King himself would cast her back into the Sacred Mountain Furnace.
A violent shiver ran through her body.
She hurriedly explained,
“I simply performed the sacrifice ritual according to protocol.”
“The King's guards can testify.”
“The problem isn't with the furnace itself.”
“It feels more like...”
“Something outside is stealing the furnace's accumulated power.”
Another figure appeared.
Sharp, sickle-like horns curved from his head.
It was Shali, the King's First Guardian.
After carefully sensing the furnace's condition, he nodded.
“She is correct.”
“Another existence is rapidly absorbing the furnace's power.”
Olenai frowned.
“But besides the King...”
“Who else can manipulate the Sacred Mountain Core—the Flesh Furnace?”
The Sacred Mountain possessed unimaginable power.
Yet it lacked consciousness.
The King, born from the Sacred Mountain itself, served as its will incarnate.
Only the King could command its strength.
The Elder Matriarchs were merely Kings-in-waiting.
Should one defeat and devour the reigning King...
She too would inherit authority over the Sacred Mountain.
But...
The current King was overwhelmingly powerful.
Its evolution had reached heights beyond imagination.
Even these prospective Kings...
Could be crushed with a single hand.
The fragment of Sacred Mountain authority they once wielded had long since been reclaimed.
The new King's might surpassed every ruler in the Holy Race's history.
“Besides the King...”
“The only beings directly connected to the Sacred Mountain's origin are the unborn Holy Race embryos.”
“Could it be...”
“Is another King about to be born?”
He Feilian spoke only to distance herself from blame.
Yet her casual guess plunged the entire sacrificial hall into eerie silence.
Olenai's crimson wings beat slowly.
A complicated expression crossed her face.
That one...
Would never allow another King to arise.
Not while it threatened his throne.
Even the embryonic proto-Kings that had emerged from the previous King's remains had all been mercilessly devoured.
Two additional newborn proto-Kings had met the same fate.
Under the new King's reign...
The number of Elder Matriarchs—proto-Kings—had remained fixed at fifteen.
For years...
It had never changed.
“Follow the flow of disappearing furnace energy.”
“Find the thief stealing the Sacred Mountain's power.”
As the King's most loyal guardian, Shali's eyes gleamed with murderous intent.
He made the decision immediately.
Olenai and He Feilian exchanged glances before vanishing from the hall.
Less than half a minute later...
Three overwhelming sources of blood energy—each comparable to an Ancient Dark Gold Earth Dragon—
Arrived before the fleshy wall where the True Nirvana Womb rested.
“Isn't this...”
“The Flying Eye Fish?”
He Feilian's snake tail swayed back and forth as surprise spread across her face.
She had encountered this peculiar Flying Eye Fish before.
Its unusual psychic mutation had even drawn a hint of the King's interest.
Yet despite that...
Its status among the Holy Race had been lower than even corpse slaves.
It was nothing more than an insect.
When it first met the King...
It had fainted from sheer terror.
Even so...
The merciful King had granted the insignificant creature a chance to change its fate.
A single drop of the King's True Blood.
Even Elder Matriarchs only received such a reward after rendering extraordinary service.
He Feilian herself had never been granted one.
Among all the Elder Matriarchs...
Only Shali possessed a drop.
Though none understood why the King valued such a lowly creature...
No one dared covet the blood.
Even when the reborn embryo lay openly attached to an ordinary wall of flesh.
What she couldn't understand was something else.
Only a few days had passed.
How had this pathetic little insect changed so dramatically?
Though now reduced to an embryo scarcely larger than a human head...
She could clearly sense that the power within rivaled her own.
And it continued growing at an astonishing pace.
This...
Was unmistakably the egg of a future King.
But how could a mere Flying Eye Fish—
A worthless insect—
Rise in a single leap to become a proto-King, even with the King's True Blood?
The instant killing intent arose within He Feilian...
Someone else acted first.
Bzzz—
Space itself warped.
Power compressed to its absolute limit distorted everything around it before collapsing inward—
And slammed into the tiny embryo.
“What?!”
Disbelief spread across Shali's face.
His full-powered strike...
Had been completely absorbed.
At the same moment...
The flesh covering the True Nirvana Womb writhed.
A crimson eye—
As brilliant as the finest pigeon-blood ruby—
Rolled open from beneath the cocoon's surface.
It stared silently at the outside world.
“It's you people again?”
“And you've brought another monster.”
Kun frowned in irritation.
Seriously?
Do you people ever stop?
Didn't they know the two rudest things in existence were interrupting someone while they were eating...
And while they were sleeping?
These creatures had managed to do both.
If he weren't occupied at the moment...
He would gladly teach these humanoid monsters exactly how to spell the word manners.
He knew twenty-seven ways to write it on the Continent of Eternal Dawn...
And another five from Earth.
Hmph.
A bunch of uncivilized barbarians.
Like Blue Planet, True Womb Rebirth was another blessing-type Abundance spell.
Kun had once pondered an absurd question.
How could a mosquito defeat a dragon?
On the Continent of Eternal Dawn, that phrase was an insult.
Much like a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot on Earth.
It described someone hopelessly overestimating themselves.
But Kun had genuinely thought about it.
His answer was simple.
Turn the mosquito into a dragon.
Then naturally...
The mosquito could defeat a dragon.
Of course...
That only created another problem.
How does a mosquito become a dragon?
His answer...
Was the Fifth-Tier Abundance spell:
True Womb Rebirth.
Every living creature was born with limits.
A prison imposed from the instant life began.
Lifespan.
Height.
Appearance.
Talent.
Disease.
These invisible chains were what people called...
Fate.
If fate decreed you would die at thirty...
Then no matter how carefully you cared for yourself...
You would struggle to gain even a few extra years.
If fate declared you would live to ninety-nine...
You could smoke and drink every day and still outlive ninety percent of humanity.
That...
Was fate.
Invisible.
Untouchable.
Yet present from birth.
Breaking those shackles...
Was never something ordinary people could accomplish.
On Earth...
Such an act had a name.
Defying heaven to rewrite one's destiny.
Imagine a tree that had grown crooked.
How could it ever reach the heavens?
Ordinarily...
There was only one answer.
Cut it down completely.
But Kun possessed Abundance Magic.
If destiny could no longer be rewritten once life had fully matured...
Then why not return that life to the very beginning?
Back to the moment of birth.
Rewrite fate...
And begin again.
That single concept formed the foundation of True Womb Rebirth.
The only problem was its unimaginable mana cost.
Even Kun—whose magical reserves surpassed those of an ordinary Fourth-Rank mage dozens of times over—
Couldn't possibly sustain it.
Only after his flesh puppet connected directly to the Flesh Mountain's primal source of power...
Did he finally gain the opportunity to put this long-envisioned spell to the test.
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