Eternal Master: Path to Godlike Status-Chapter 26: Hidden Agenda Part 3

Rain nodded slowly "The name fits."

Alicia offered no response and simply watched him make his decision.

He reached out and closed his hand around it.

Crack.

The crystal splintered outward in a single clean fracture, as if it had been waiting for someone worth opening for.

It poured onto his palm like ink finding a wound, and the eating began immediately—a meltdown of skin, then muscle, then the white gleam of bone beneath.

Each layer it consumed fed it, and each feeding made it larger, denser. It spread across his hand, swallowing his wrist, climbing his forearm.

Rain only smiled.

He tilted his arm slightly, watching it ripple and shift as it fed, giving it more surface.

"Don’t be shy, have some more."

It accepted eagerly as his shoulder disappeared beneath it.

Soon his chest followed. The Veil wrapped around his ribs, finding the softer flesh beneath, and its pace quickened.

It took his neck last, then his internal organs, leaving only the bones behind, which it could not dissolve due to its special properties.

Finally, it spread across his face, creeping into his ears.

Then there was only the black—moving, breathing, reshaping itself against the outline of him.

Beneath it, the flesh it consumed knitted back together after adjusting, giving it something to eat again. And again. And again.

Just as expected, his regeneration soon surged, forcing the dark substance to tremble.

Alicia didn’t move.

She stood with one hand raised to her cheek, fingers pressed lightly against her skin, her lips parted into a smile.

"Magnificent," she whispered.

The word was crushed as she bit down on her finger, her teeth grinding against skin until it bleeds.

She wasn’t just watching a transformation; she was feeding on the sheer brutality of it.

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Rain stood in the center of the nothingness.

Before him, the dark coalesced into a mountain of pale, trembling lard. It was a titan of filth—a giant, bloated shape with the face of a starving pig.

Its many-folded neck spilled over its chest as it reached down, tearing strips of fat from its own thighs and shoving them into a maw that never closed.

The creature paused. It turned its small, red eyes toward Rain and let a half-chewed hunk of its own meat fall from its tusks.

"You made a mistake," it gurgled, the voice vibrating through the floor. "For letting me devour you. Now, I’ll take over your body. I’ll take your mind. You are the meal that never ends."

Rain simply raised an eyebrow. Alicia obviously omitted this part, though he should have expected it from an unstable woman like her.

He sat. He didn’t brace for impact. He simply rested his arms across his knees and waited.

The Pig-Titan’s red eyes narrowed, wet and bulging. It leaned forward, the scent of rancid grease filling the gap between them.

"You do not beg," it gurgled. The voice wasn’t human; it was the sound of air escaping a punctured lung.

"They always beg. The strong. The holy. They all scream when the marrow starts to thin."

Rain looked at the titan for a long time. Then, he smiled.

"You’re anxious. You’ve never had a meal that didn’t fight back. It scares you."

"Anxious?" The monster roared. The sound was a cathedral bell struck with a hammer of meat.

Its many chins wobbled; its belly heaved. "I will taste the bottom of your soul, little spark. I will eat until there is nothing left to knit back together."

"Then stop talking," Rain sighed. He leaned back into the darkness. "Keep devouring. Bones and all."

"Bones and all?" it roared, finding such a statement both condescending and arrogant.

The pig-titan threw its massive head back and howled, the sound rattling the hollow space.

"Let’s see if you can keep that facade after I’m done with you!"

The monster’s scream bled out of the nothingness, vibrating through the dark substance until the frequency hit the physical world.

The Outside World

On the cold stone floor, the black Veil hardened in response to the internal fury. It smoothed over, losing its liquid ripple and setting into a perfect, obsidian egg.

Inside, a silent war raged: the Veil’s infinite hunger vs. Rain’s relentless healing.

Alicia watched with interest.

Rather than fear for her new toy, she felt a thrill.

She wrapped her arms around herself, her fingers digging through cloth to find the frantic heat of her own skin.

"Oh, Rain," She squeezed herself tighter. "Don’t you dare disappoint me."

She began to rock back and forth while touching her private parts over the fabric of her robes.

Her teeth catching her lower lip until a bead of crimson appeared. She didn’t notice the blood. She was too intoxicated in her own twisted delusions.

"I have so many plans," she hissed, her eyes gleaming with a frantic, starving light.

"For you. For us. I’ll stitch you together if I have to. I’ll lock you away, so you never have to leave.

A fresh wave of tremors hit her. She buried her face in her own shoulder, muffled moans of pleasure escaping her as she watched the egg harden.

"Win. Win so I can break you myself."