Born in Blood

Chapter 443 Mayor of Mount Mayhem

After three months, around the two week mark, Liam's blood churned violently.

Like always, it had to inflict the worst pain on him as he advanced.

'The Opposition again, eh?' Liam said as he curled around himself. 'Ah, it hurts.'

He slowly reached the fetal position, convulsing like a shrimp having a seizure.

WLOOSH!

Liam's blood hardened within his body and slashed through his skin.

Razor-sharp spikes burst from all over his body.

JHIKH!

The nails on his quad arms shot off like bullets.

ZZZZZZHHHRRRRR!

It was like his blood had turned into a flesh-shredder, cleaving apart his insides.

The only thing that was safe was his Chaos Pearl and core.

His heart and lungs were literally ripped apart like pieces of paper.

His skeleton cracked all over as blood seeped into it, causing it to explode and shatter from within!

Except his King's Eye, all his organs were being shredded.

Even his left eye was sucked in like a vacuum, then crushed like a soft grape.

He was heartbroken!

He was crushed!

He was liquidated!

Liam almost chuckled as he thought of that, but he had no teeth or mouth, or throat to laugh with.

It had all been shredded.

Liquidated.

Stretched.

Crushed.

Twisted.

For several minutes, Liam had turned into a ravaging urchin, turning his office to shreds.

So much for that.

But the thing with losing one's sanity is, you don't have to lose it again.

Otherwise, Liam was pretty sure he would lose his mind if he hadn't already.

Obviously, the Opposition was responsible for causing his blood advancement to be such a cancerous process.

To Liam's knowledge, vampires didn't have to go through this when they advanced...

But that was because the Law of Balance was already applied to them — their snail-paced progress.

...To Liam, there was no such thing.

This was already harder than the Struggle Tribulation!

One had to remember that Liam's Struggle Tribulation was harder than most.

But this was many times that!

And quite frankly, the Opposition had the opposite of a soft spot for him.

For reasons he had yet to figure out.

What uninhabitable world? What horrors? What war?

...As if he knew.

The process continued for several minutes.

It was very, very painful.

...But slowly, his heart and lungs were put back together, replaced with renewed blood tissue.

His heart was shaped weird. It was less like a slanted oval and more like an uneven circle.

Smaller too, but instead of tube-like arteries, little tendrils emerged from its surface.

It was resembling the heart of a vampire!

But it was not a Nexus.

Nor a new, special center of power.

That was foolish to think.

A circular heart that pumps blood through the usage of thin tendrils seemed to be the most efficient way of transporting blood.

But unlike the vampires, it was not as potent and powerful.

Still, this was an amazing perk to have.

Liam's new heart nerves connected to the rest of his body.

Slowly, Liam's organs were slowly regenerating.

His liquidated insides condensed together and formed his left eye.

His skeletal matter was slowly solidified, reforming with back to back cracking noises.

Liam's bones were covered with a strange dark crimson hue.

A moment later, his lungs, stomach, and other organs had eventually reformed.

All of his organs had a vermillion theme to them.

Like they had become one with Liam's blood!

Eventually, the shredder stopped... well, shredding.

Liam was still in a fetal position when the pain stopped.

He was in the backseat of a roller coaster of death, and it had finally ended.

'Still alive, though.'

Slowly, Liam sat upright.

Blood colored the floor, walls and ceiling, as though a massive balloon had exploded at its center.

But there weren't any droplets of blood on Liam's naked body

Liam had to calm his mind for a second.

His nerves were incredibly sensitive.

Even someone like him had to take a breather and relax for a second.

One second passed.

...He was done relaxing!

Liam felt the effects of his new body straight away.

Liam felt like he was pure liquid.

'A certain martial artist would be proud.'

Blood was circulating throughout him in incredible ways, reaching every morsel of his body.

Stretching out a hand, Liam used Transfiguration.

His arm twisted and turned, as though it was a piece of wrung cloth.

But there was no blood or wound.

Slowly, the arm was transforming!

Lengthening and expanding in size, Liam's right arm took the form of an oversized demonic claw, adorned with black scales topped off with fierce talons.

It was twice the size of his body!

And yet, Liam was only using 50% of his ichor!

Unheard of.

But it didn't end there.

Liam's hair retracted back into his scalp, and his arm reverted back to normal.

"I have so much control over myself. It feels unreal."

Liam's entire body was being transformed.

Slowly, his torso grew longer. His bones stretched, and he even formed more of them!

Liam's blood literally converted into bone matter!

From 5'6 in height, he grew to a freakish 7'3 stature!

With his frame and skinny ribcage elongated as well, the result was an otherworldly look.

Also, his hair grew longer, mop-like and unkempt, making him seem like some eldritch spawn.

A second later, a pair of eyes burst from the back of his head!

Liam could see through them!

Right after, two more pairs of hands burst from Liam's side!

He could easily control them!

Laughter.

Liam couldn't help but laugh a little.

Well, maybe not a little.

It was the laugh of a maniac who reveled in gaining power.

It was the laugh of Liam Royce.

Full bodily control.

Transfiguration had expanded to his organs and overall skeletal system.

Now, Liam could more or less change his form entirely whatever he wanted.

He was in the middle of his laughter when the door opened.

It was Jargon.

"Sir, we've just recie—"

Jargon's jaw dropped.

Liam furrowed his brows a bit.

"What is it, Jargon? I'm busy."

Jargon fumbled his words and tried to regain himself.

"Sir, you've just received an invitation from... from the Mayor of Mount Mayhem."