The curtain call of a play usually signified the beginning of another great play.
The blue paint on the walls peeled off piece by piece, and dust piled up at the base of the wall like a sieve. The outer perimeter of the apartment building was completely sealed off, with iron bars and cement walls connected to each other. The space inside was planned to be built into a new building.
Inside the apartment building.
There were traces of blood coagulation everywhere. Yarlin stood alone in the room, his five fingers spread out in the palm of his hand. Countless black threads were strangely entwined and solidified.
This was a hexagonal prism, with a hexagonal incision at one end and a closed hexagonal pyramid at the other end. The pyramid was made up of three identical prisms.
"Hive!"
Ya Erlin squinted his eyes. This strange object was ninety percent similar to his Hive. The only difference was that the tentacles of the Black Hand were wriggling in and out of each of the prismatic cells, as if they were breathing. Countless cells of the same structure were spinning strangely, flickering with an ink-like black light.
"The Broodmother's Seed!"
Ya Erlin muttered to himself. He could feel an intimate connection with the object in his hand. It was as if the object was a part of him, as if it was a part of him.
Or to be more precise, the Astute Evil had extended into the lair of the real world.
A jumble of information flowed into his mind, and his cerebral cortex couldn't help but send out excited commands. Yarlin squinted his eyes and looked at the ground beneath his feet. Suddenly, he flipped his palm, and the Broodmother's Seed hissed like a living creature as it slowly dropped to the ground. The moment it touched the ground, the tranquil aura suddenly disappeared, replaced by a wild and greedy aura.
Chi chi chi ….
Countless black tentacles stretched out from the Broodmother's Seed, turning into sharp knives that cut and chiseled the ground. Then, like growing roots, they extended into the ground, growing at a crazy speed visible to the naked eye. The structure of the ground seemed to be polluted and transformed by some kind of black ink.
In the unreachable underground, the nature of the soil beneath his feet had undergone an irreversible change. It had been dyed from yellow to black. It had changed from a lifeless, dead object to a strange living thing. The black wriggled and spread outwards. The underground space grew larger and larger. The mottled and strange "soil" on the surrounding walls slowly seeped into the surroundings and connected together like a blanket of fungus that covered the sky and the sun.
This fungus blanket had the characteristics of a virus, constantly growing and multiplying, constantly invading the earth to absorb and transform the underground structure. It also devoured all matter in the soil and turned it into nutrients for the Broodmother.
In the pitch-black space, countless black tentacles condensed in mid-air. The scene that appeared in Yarlin's palm was reproduced, but the scale was magnified a thousand times. A hexagonal hive was constructed, and each hive was taller than Yarlin by a large margin.
The crack beneath his feet had turned into a black fungus blanket. Yarlin felt a gloomy and soft sensation when he stepped on it. He stepped on it and stepped into the darkness.
The internal space had stopped expanding, as if it had temporarily reached its limit. Yarlin looked up at the incomparably large Broodmother before him, and thoughtfully walked into one of the hive hives.
Broodmother: Asturias's projection of reality, using countless black tentacles to transform reality into its hive. It constantly absorbs nutrients from the earth to grow, and in the process of growth, the hive gradually evolves into a terrifying base and fortress.
Yarlin licked his lips and looked at the interior of the hive. It was a dazzling array of dark tunnels, curved, straight, and circular. They were like intricately arranged tunnels, and at the end of each tunnel was a path that led to the next hive hive.
"Labyrinth hive, inextricably linked tunnels, but only one leads to the deepest part of the Broodmother."
Yarlin reached out to touch the tunnel, and it felt incomparably smooth. He exerted a little force, and the surface began to slide. Suddenly, a thought came to his mind. "It's the ability of the Slippery Fruit!"
With a thought, the silent tunnel under his feet began to squirm strangely, like a track that dragged him all the way to the deepest part of the Broodmother.
The deepest part of the broodmother's nest was a space about the size of a football field. It was a flat, wriggling carpet of fungus, but there was a terrifying black shadow in the center. Arlen walked into a tree-like structure. Countless forked tentacles swayed behind him, forming a shadow behind him. It looked like the countless strands of hair of a female ghost in the movies, fluttering in the wind.
In the middle of the shadow was a pitch-black oval, like a black egg. There was a closed crack in the middle of the egg, like the vertical eye of some kind of creature.
"Asturias?" Yarlin called out tentatively.
The black vertical eye opened abruptly, and the cold, emotionless pupils reflected Yarlin's figure. The voice came from all directions, echoing throughout the space as if it came from Yarlin's soul, directly reverberating in his mind.
"Yarlin, you're here!"
"Hey, nice to meet you!" Yarlin touched his eyelids and looked at each other for a moment. Suddenly, his mouth cracked open, revealing his eerie teeth. "So, you left my body?"
"…" Asturias.
"You can think of it as an extension of our body, a part that was cut off and grew on its own. The brain and core are still …" Yarlin opened his eyes, and there was a black glow in his eyes. His mouth seemed to be directly controlled by Asturias as he answered, "It's still this symbiotic body."
"You can control my body?" Yarlin licked his lips, and there was no change in emotion in his voice.
"Your will is in charge. If you need, I can help you take over the operation of your body." He no longer controlled Arlen's mouth. Instead, his voice floated into his mind. It was as if Arlen's will had cut off the connection between them.
In fact, Yarlin was worrying too much. Lifeforms and consciousnesses pursued different goals. Yarlin wanted absolute autonomy, but for the broodmother, she wanted constant evolution. In this process, the dominant role was not within the broodmother's consideration.
"So, this eye is a part of me that left the body?" Yarlin's face relaxed a little. He looked at the vertical eye, but his heart unconsciously wandered. "Does this count as giving birth to a child?"
"No!" A cold voice sounded in his mind. "It's the entire broodmother!"
Yarlin stared at the huge shadow that enveloped him, chuckling without a word.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
