Monster Integration Chapter 3961 Throne

3961  Throne

I watched it disappear and really hope, it was due to Tor and others acting.

I hope they will be careful in dealing with it.

I wished for those worries and focused on my own worries. Like it had happened with others; the red scripts had begun to enter inside me.

The red script feels far more powerful than the blue script and it is scaring me.

I am powerless to do anything in here. My little bit of strength is useless.

I am just a little puppet caught in the big games.

I hate this feeling, but could do nothing about it. I am too weak to do anything about it.

I didn't wallow in it though.

Instead, I focused on what it was doing. Record every moment of it. I might be powerless this time, but I won't be powerless next time.

If I survive, then I will have an extra tool to deal with such things in the future.

For that, I have to find the tool, and I am trying.

I think, I have gained a pretty good information, but I could gain more, now that it has started to happen to me.

The script had started to enter into me. Most of it went to my const.i.tution, but some spread around my body like it had happened with the others.

I watched it, and how the script melded into the changes inside me.

The changes in me are not the heaviest among all here. There are people here, who had reached the limit with the mist.

Though, I am close.

I reached the central circle and took the high-grade mist. It had brought a huge change in me.

It is better than over 80% of the people.

I hope that my const.i.tution will save me from the worst of the pain that many are feeling here. They are spasming, with many having foam coming out of their mouths.

The worst thing is, they are bearing it with the smile on their faces.

The compulsion is so strong that it doesn't even shake when they are feeling the soul-breaking pain.

It didn't affect it all.

'Just how powerful it is?' I asked myself.

These people aren't weak; a few of them spasming are Peak Sky-Sovereigns.

To create a powerful compulsion on them, that it wouldn't shake under such pain, it would need to be very powerful.

It might be above Prime.

More and more scripts fitted into the changes made in the const.i.tution and the body.

At first, I didn't feel anything before I started to feel this meta-physical weight and it increased at a visible speed as more script entered into me.

'So, this is what it is.' I said to myself.

Earlier, I had sensed it from others. It started to strain them at this stage, but I wasn't able to figure out. My seeds didn't capture the reason behind it.

Now, experiencing myself. I understood what it was, and my clone had started doc.u.menting it, while I focused on it.

The metaphysical weight continued to increase as such, that it began to feel restrictive.

I started to take deep breaths to manage it.

It continued, till the last of the scrip fitted into place. By then, the weight had increased by a lot, and that felt like there was a mountain over me.

I don't want to exaggerate, but that's how it is feeling.

I am continuously taking a deep and long breaths to manage and barely bearing it.

It had made a lot of people fall on the floor and made them stop breathing. There is nothing physical about to make it do that, but it is producing that effect psychologically.

It would have helped. If I had greater mist change into me.

The greater the changes, the lesser the pressure there is.

This is just a start; it will get harder when that thing enters me. It is not a clone like others, but a real deal.

There is no guarantee, that I might not explode into pieces. I really hope it didn't happen.

I don't want to die yet. Especially, here, where I have no control over my destiny. If I were to die, I want to die fighting.

Though, I would very much prefer, to die of old age. Surrounded by my family.

Hun!

I was in my thoughts when I felt the coffin getting even darker than it was.

It became darker and darker for the next second, sucking nearly all the light in the room. Even when the red script line connecting it and me began to burn brightly, it felt like a muted glow.

Hun!

It lasted for nearly a minute when the change happened inside me.

The script begins to glow and release the energies. It is not just a script in the const.i.tution, but of the whole body.

The energy spread around, creating layers and layers.

It is a little different in my const.i.tution, where it is centered on a single point.

A large number of energies entering that point.

I could see those energies, but couldn't sense them, and thank G.o.d for that. I have a feeling, that if my body isn't isolated from them, they would have broken.

The isolation isn't done by the being inside me, but by the script.

I could feel it consciously isolating the energy.

Seconds pa.s.sed and turned into a minute when the energies finally stopped. First, it was in my body and soul, and half a minute later, my const.i.tution.

Hun!

Just as it stopped, another change began. It is at the point, where they have concentrated the ma.s.sive energies.

The point begins to get bigger and changes its shape.

After a few seconds, it stopped and when I saw the shape, I couldn't help, but become surprised.

It is of the throne. It is tiny but extremely intricate and has millions of scrips on it.

I couldn't see a single one of the scrip, but I knew they were there because of the blur, and it was due to the blur, I could guess their microscopic size.

The scrip had created a throne.

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