Infinite Body Refining System-Chapter 12: The Birth of an Apex Predator

At this moment, Varzok's patience snapped.

"It seems this Deva has already begun to succumb to the abyss."

His voice was filled with mockery, as if he was merely observing an amusing experiment.

His abyssal energy surged, tightening around Aunt Mei and Fatty Wong's throats like an executioner's noose. Their faces twisted in agony, their eyes bulging, but no sound escaped their lips.

They could not scream.

They could not struggle.

Then, the final twist.

A sickening CRACK!

Their necks snapped.

Two lifeless bodies fell from the sky like discarded dolls.

[ DING! Primordial Destruction Art has upgraded to First Stage! ]

Yet, Wuji did not care.

Because in that instant, the world itself shattered.

A dark-red bolt of lightning blasted from the forest depths, tearing through the ground like a divine calamity.

A storm of destruction followed its wake, trees were ripped from their roots, massive boulders exploded into dust, and the very air shook with an overwhelming force.

A shockwave blasted outward, reducing nearby houses to rubble as a demonic figure emerged from the inferno.

Wuji had arrived.

And for the first time in his existence—he felt something foreign.

A crippling, soul-wrenching sensation.

It strangled him. It crushed his lungs. It burned his insides.

It was not grief.

It was not sadness.

It was resentment.

A resentment so deep and twisted, it was as if another entity inside him was crawling its way out.

His whale-shaped aura opened its monstrous mouth, its dark-red lightning arcing wildly, pulling at his mind, warping his thoughts.

"BOSS! DON'T LOSE YOUR MIND! THIS IS A POWERFUL ENEMY!"

Little Red's voice barely reached him.

But his body twitched violently.

A monstrous snarl echoed through the battlefield, not from Wuji, but from his aura itself.

Varzok watched with growing curiosity.

"Oh? So you still have a weakness, Deva?"

Then he paused, his brows furrowing as he observed Wuji's shifting form.

"Wait... no. You're not a Deva, are you?"

His lips curled into a sick grin.

"Then... what the hell are you?"

But Wuji did not answer.

Because at that moment—his consciousness had already been transported elsewhere.

The world around him was gone.

Instead, Wuji floated in nothingness.

A blood moon hung in the sky, casting its sickly glow over a dead, barren wasteland.

Below him...

A sea of people.

Copies of himself.

Their faces were twisted in despair.

Not grief—but true, absolute hopelessness.

The same look he had before he died in his past life.

Then, a shadow formed before him.

Him.

No—the old Wuji.

Short. Pathetic. A broken, lesser version of himself.

Its eyes burned with resentment, glaring at Wuji with hatred so pure it almost felt tangible.

Wuji scoffed.

"I understand it now."

His voice rumbled like distant thunder.

"So this is where all that weakness came from."

Then it hit him.

The realization.

Why would he care about mortals?

Why would he, a being destined to devour, evolve, and dominate, waste his energy caring for the weak?

Even Little Red—his so-called pet—only held value because of the Pet Panel.

Wuji's face twisted in rage.

It was annoying.

Weakness disgusted him.

Then—he attacked.

His fist blurred forward, striking the resentment-formed figure.

A shockwave exploded, shattering the ground.

But the figure regenerated instantly.

Wuji snarled.

"Fucking die already, you weak piece of shit!"

Thousands of punches rained down.

Mountains collapsed.

The sky ruptured.

But the resentment-formed Wuji just kept regenerating.

It was laughing.

A deep, sinister, twisted laugh.

Wuji's eyes twitched.

Then, the old Wuji spoke.

"You let my aunt die, you damn monster."

A wave of crushing resentment exploded outward.

The sky turned black.

A tide of resentment energy surged forth, consuming Wuji.

Then, for the first time—Wuji felt like he was suffocating.

But Wuji merely grinned.

A monstrous, ear-to-ear grin.

"I don't give a fuck about your aunt, you damn mutt."

The resentment screamed.

A howl of pure agony.

The sky shattered.

And above them, a monstrous entity took form.

A black whale, stretching thousands of meters, opened its mouth.

And devoured everything.

Wuji's eyes snapped open.

[ DING! Primordial Destruction Art has Upgraded to First Stage! ]

Varzok attacked instantly.

But Wuji's consciousness had returned.

His whale-shaped aura reappeared, but this time... it was bigger.

His second heart—now glowing violently outside his body—pumped pure energy into his core.

His entire body transformed.

His height surged to four meters.

His head morphed into a blind dragon, its entire structure covered in black abyssal scales.

Only its massive, fang-filled mouth remained.

Black lightning crackled around him.

Even Varzok... froze.

Because at this moment, even a God would question:

What the fuck is that creature?

Varzok knelt mid-air, his tattered robe billowing violently from the surge of abyssal energy around him. His hollow eyes burned with a sinister madness as he raised his hands toward the heavens.

"Oh, Great Chaotic Evil God of Shadows, Primordial Supreme Controller of the Shadow Realm, your humble servant calls for your blessing! Grant me the power to crush this abomination!"

The moment his chant ended, the entire battlefield trembled.

[ Observer Panel Activated ]

Name: Varzok

Faction: Abyssal Deva (Nazaroth's Servant)Realm: Flow Realm (20%) Talent: Abyssal Shadow Armor (Grade: A)Status: Divine Invocation in Progress

[ DING! Divine Energy Detected in the Target. ][ The Target is Temporarily Upgraded to Core Realm (22%). ]

Abyssal symbols burned into the sky, forming a twisted halo of black and violet flames. The core within Varzok's chest burst open, releasing a tidal wave of darkness that threatened to devour the entire village.

A massive pressure descended on the world.

The abyssal energy was something that no mortal should ever witness—let alone withstand.

But Wuji?

He grinned.

"Is that all?"

With a crackling explosion, he vanished.

A dark lightning bolt tore through the sky.

The air shattered.

BOOOOM!

Wuji appeared next to Varzok, his fist already pulled back.

Varzok, still enveloped in abyssal energy, couldn't react in time.

Wuji's fist, glowing with a violent red and black aura, crashed forward.

BOOOOOOM!

The impact was like a meteor colliding with the earth.

Abyssal energy and destruction aura intertwined, sending waves of devastation in all directions.

The sky cracked.

The ground split apart.

Shockwaves rippled through the ruins of the village, reducing half of the remaining structures to rubble.

But Varzok wasn't completely unprepared.

At the last moment, his abyssal core pulsed, forming a shadowy gauntlet to meet Wuji's strike.

BOOOOOM!

The collision was like the heavens themselves were collapsing.

Dust. Wind. Debris.

For a brief moment, nothing but destruction filled the air.

When the dust settled, both figures were still floating, locked in a brutal deadlock.

Wuji clicked his tongue.

"Huh... so you're not completely useless."

Varzok's expression darkened.

"Tch. You're far too dangerous to be left alive."

Wuji grinned, exposing his sharpened teeth.

"Then come and kill me, abyss rat."

Varzok growled and pulled away. His body expanded slightly, the abyssal robe fusing into his flesh, turning his form more monstrous.

A dark staff materialized in his hands, its aura screaming of death and corruption.

But Wuji had no intention of letting him do whatever he wanted.

Behind him, the massive dark whale avatar roared, opening its abyssal maw.

It sucked in the surrounding energy, even draining the abyssal essence that Varzok had summoned.

"WHAT?!" Varzok's eyes widened in shock.

The ritual he was casting was being drained.

Wuji chuckled.

"You're not the only one evolving, idiot."

At that moment, Wuji's fists darkened.

A formless aura wrapped around his knuckles—no, not just an aura... but something alive.

A jagged mouth with countless razor-like teeth formed over his fists.

[ Primordial Destruction Evolution - As the Primordial Destruction Art advances, the evolved form will continue to mutate. ]

[ Primordial Devourer Fist - A strike imbued with the Devouring Law, capable of consuming energy and flesh alike. ]

Wuji tilted his head.

"Let's see which of us is stronger."

Varzok snarled.

He raised his staff, chanting in a long-forgotten abyssal tongue.

The sky twisted.

Reality distorted.

And then—

A colossal hand—fifty meters long—descended from the sky.

The atmosphere trembled.

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The world groaned.

It was not just a simple attack.

It was a sacrificial offering—a technique fueled by the abyss itself.

Varzok's voice echoed like a death sentence.

"Take my final move. No matter what kind of creature you are, you will be a sacrifice to my Lord."

The monstrous hand fell.

And Wuji... smiled.