Silas was immersed in twisted, mad hallucinations.
In a daze, he experienced different lives and saw all kinds of scenes.
Sometimes he galloped across turbulent seas, fighting with pirates; sometimes he stood within military formations, leading soldiers in charges; sometimes he became a clown with face paint, traversing through dark valleys.
More often, these scenes overlapped, appearing simultaneously, chaotic and crowded, filling his vision.
But no matter where he was or what scenes he saw, Silas felt the pain of dislocation.
He constantly felt that he shouldn't be here, that this wasn't his identity.
Silas knew this was the lamb souls within his body influencing him, making him see memories that didn't belong to him, experience lives that weren't his.
Thus the pain these lambs felt was also fed back into his own spirit.
After completely digesting the "Shadow Ascetic" and "Rose Bishop" potions, his semi-mad state should have been alleviated.
But that trace of divinity from the evil god's offspring was affecting his spirit, dragging him into even more hidden, more unfathomable depths of consciousness.
"Enough!"
Silas roared at the hallucinations, at the countless suffering people before him.
"All of you, get lost! Disappear!"
His roar seemed to have an effect. These figures vanished in an instant, and his surroundings became a pitch-black darkness.
However, from the depths of the darkness, Lanevus's festering, corrupted face slowly emerged. He was looking at Silas, showing a ghastly pale smile.
His twisted body then appeared, and on his embracing abdomen, that flesh mass...
"Want me to kill you again?"
Silas stared directly at his grotesquely bloated body, saying coldly.
Lanevus stared at Silas with malice. The flesh mass in his arms surged, and Silas's head grew increasingly painful, as if it were about to split open.
Though the main body had already died, that trace of the evil god offspring's divinity was still affecting his spirit!
"Heh heh..."
Lanevus's stiff, cold laughter grew louder and louder. His body was expanding, the flesh mass on his abdomen squirming and taking shape.
The sacred yet depraved flesh filled Silas's vision, invading his spirit...
"Pfft!"
But at this moment, a pale hand suddenly pierced through Lanevus's body, stabbing out in front of the abdominal flesh mass.
"Ahhhhh!"
Lanevus's original mocking laughter quickly turned into a piercing howl. That hand was slender and shapely, but its movements were fierce and merciless.
After piercing through the body, it reversed back and grasped the flesh mass.
"Riiip..."
The hand gripped the flesh mass, tearing slowly and steadily, removing the flesh mass from Lanevus's body.
Soon, another hand also reached in, then grasped both sides of Lanevus's body and slowly tore it open.
Amid Lanevus's wails, his body was torn in half just like that. The separated body was like a heavy curtain, and as it was pulled open, light also shone through, dispelling the darkness. The world before him became bright.
Silas opened his eyes and saw a chaotic, deep black ocean.
"Splash..."
The tide spread beneath his feet, lapping back and forth.
Looking out, he saw phantom dark water that also seemed to contain countless colors.
Gray-white water vapor permeated the area around the sea, obstructing his vision and preventing him from seeing further.
Presumably just an endless sea surface anyway.
"This place again..."
Silas murmured in a low voice.
This was his golden finger, the secret of his transmigration, a peculiar place whose true nature he still hadn't figured out.
This tide had blocked countless mental pollution from evil gods for him, but it had also shown strong resistance when he prayed to [Fool].
If he couldn't figure out the true nature of this tide, using it would inevitably make him suspicious.
Before him, the owner of those hands was looking at him, smiling at him.
Ma'am M stood on the sea surface, holding a deformed flesh mass in her arms, her expression full of maternal nature, like a mother gentle to the extreme, loving to the extreme.
However, that mass of deformed flesh and blood only cowered, not daring to move.
"What exactly do you want?"
Silas asked coldly.
From the results, Ma'am M's actions at the time had indeed helped him, but at the same time, she had also made Silas devour a portion of divinity from an evil god, making his spirit even more mad and increasingly unstable.
This was undoubtedly an extremely heavy burden and opportunity for Silas.
Ma'am M smiled but didn't answer.
"Are you still thinking about seizing my body?"
Silas stared directly into her golden eyes. "Don't even dream of it."
He would absolutely not allow his body to be taken by another. Even if it meant destroying it, he wouldn't allow others to have it.
After hearing his words, Ma'am M finally reacted. She tilted her head, as if thinking about how to express herself.
Her red long hair swayed with her movement, sliding from her shoulders to her chest.
Soon, she seemed to have an idea. She stroked the flesh mass with her hand, her slender five fingers gripping it, suddenly tightening!
"Splat!"
Her palm easily crushed the flesh mass.
Crimson blood mixed with flesh overflowed from between her fingers, falling into the sea beneath her feet.
The blood-red color spread, dispersing across the sea surface.
"Guwaa..."
A baby's cry sounded faintly, almost inaudible under the cover of the tide's sound.
Ma'am M looked at Silas, pointing at the sea surface beneath her feet.
Her finger slowly moved upward until it was completely straight and vertical, pointing toward the other side of the sea.
What does she want to show me?
Silas thought, confused and disgusted.
Strange changes soon appeared.
First, it was the blood beneath Ma'am M's feet. The flesh and blood belonging to the evil god's offspring poured into the seawater, rapidly spreading and merging into a large expanse of water.
Thus the originally calm, lapping tide changed, becoming turbulent and surging with astonishing momentum.
This "strange" wave spread rapidly, extending throughout the entire ocean with the influence of the flesh and blood.
The phantom, viscous seawater surged up, as if an invisible storm was forming on the sea, producing enormous waves.
As the waves rose, at the edge of the sea, the pervasive gray-white water vapor was also driven away, gradually dispersing.
In the direction Ma'am M was pointing, at the end of the gray-white water vapor, a towering, magnificent outline was slowly being sketched out.
That is...
Silas's gaze couldn't help but look toward that outline.
A certain trembling premonition made him shudder with alarm, the fear and doubt in his heart almost overflowing.
The gray-white water vapor retreated, finally allowing that existence to fully manifest...
It was an inverted giant, hanging on an inverted cross, eyes tightly closed, body covered with countless crisscrossing bloodstains, the expression on his face painful and profound.
The inverted cross stood on the phantom sea surface, its bottom submerged by the phantom seawater, yet also seeming to merge with the seawater.
The True Creator.