Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 127 - My Gods?

The cavern was deathly silent except for the faint crackle of magic still lingering in the air. The slavers were no more, their bodies strewn across the bloodstained stone floor. The once dimly lit chamber now carried an eerie glow from the remnants of the elves’ celestial weapons, slowly fading into nothingness.

Lucas exhaled, running a hand through his sweat-drenched hair. It was over.

Or so he thought.

A strangled gurgle broke the silence.

Sylmira stood frozen in place, her bow still raised, her fingers trembling around the spectral string. The arrow had already been loosed, but something was wrong.

The mage—the man who had moments ago begged for his life—stood perfectly still.

His lips curled into a knowing smirk.

Then, his head lolled unnaturally to the side, his body convulsing violently as dark veins erupted across his skin. His flesh pulsed, as if something inside him was trying to crawl its way out.

Lucas felt his stomach twist. "The hell...?"

Before anyone could react, the mage’s chest burst open.

Not from an external force.

From within.

A clawed hand, dripping with black ichor, emerged from the gaping wound.

The elf warriors stepped back in alarm, gripping their weapons, but Sylmira stood unmoving, her gaze locked on the writhing horror before her.

With a sickening squelch, the rest of the thing crawled out.

It was humanoid in shape but grotesque in form. Its flesh rippled like tar, its elongated limbs twitching unnaturally. Eyes—far too many eyes—blinked open across its chest, glowing with a sickly golden hue. The remains of the mage’s body were absorbed into the mass, his skull crunching as it disappeared beneath the writhing darkness.

A terrible, distorted voice echoed through the cavern.

"You think you have won?"

Lucas took an instinctive step back, his heart hammering. "Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me."

Sylmira finally moved.

She gritted her teeth, stepping forward despite the unnatural pressure weighing down the air. "That thing... it’s not just dark magic."

Lucas turned to her. "You know what this is?"

She didn’t answer.

Instead, she raised a trembling hand and pressed her fingers against her temple.

Then, she gasped.

A sound of pure horror.

Tears welled in her emerald eyes as she clutched her head, her breath quick and shallow. "No... no, no, no..."

Lucas’s blood ran cold. He had never seen her like this. Not even when she was chained, beaten, or starved.

Something was different.

"Sylmira!" Lucas grabbed her by the shoulders. "What did you see?!"

She didn’t respond.

Then, she whispered—barely loud enough for him to hear.

"I know what he knew."

Her tears fell freely, glistening in the dim cavern light.

"I saw everything."

Lucas’s grip tightened. "What do you mean? What did you see?!"

Sylmira shut her eyes, shaking her head furiously, as if trying to rid herself of the images burned into her mind. Her hands clenched into fists.

Then, her voice broke.

"We’re not just fighting slavers."

The air in the cavern grew heavier.

Lucas swallowed. "Then who—?"

Sylmira looked up, her gaze hollow and distant, as if she was staring at something far beyond the present.

"The gods are watching us."

And at that moment, the twisted, blackened creature let out an inhuman shriek.

And lunged.

The creature lunged.

Its elongated limbs, dripping with black ichor, stretched toward Sylmira with impossible speed. Its many glowing eyes locked onto her, a grotesque hunger radiating from its very being. The elves, though freed from their chains, were momentarily frozen—not from fear, but from the sheer wrongness of the thing before them.

Lucas barely had time to react before a blur of blue shot past him.

The slime woman.

In an instant, she was between Sylmira and the monster, her liquid-like form shimmering. Her sapphire eyes glowed, filled with something Lucas had never seen in her before.

Fury.

Her body twisted and reformed in the blink of an eye. The smooth, humanoid shape she had taken earlier shifted once more, her limbs elongating, her curves sharpening, her hair flowing wildly like liquid silk. Ethereal runes flickered across her translucent skin, glowing with an otherworldly radiance.

The creature hesitated.

Then, she spoke.

"Impurity detected."

Her voice was calm—almost serene—but it carried a weight that made the air itself tremble.

She raised her hand.

A single droplet of liquid light formed at her fingertips. It pulsed, tiny at first, but in the next heartbeat, it expanded—growing into a radiant orb that bathed the cavern in a blinding golden hue.

The monster let out a piercing screech.

It thrashed violently, its many eyes contracting in pain, its flesh writhing and twisting as if trying to escape an invisible force.

But the slime woman did not falter.

Her liquid body shifted once more, forming a second arm—then a third. Each one radiated a pure, celestial glow as they extended toward the monster. Then, in a motion so fast it was almost imperceptible, she touched it.

A brilliant explosion of light erupted.

The cavern walls trembled under the sheer force of the magic. The creature screamed, its body convulsing as cracks of light spread across its inky flesh like shattered glass.

Then, with one final, agonized shriek—

It disintegrated.

Not burned.

Not cut.

Not torn apart.

It simply ceased to exist.

Silence followed.

A deep, echoing silence, as if the entire world was holding its breath.

Lucas exhaled slowly, his eyes wide. His ears rang from the sheer force of the magic, his heartbeat still hammering in his chest. The elves, too, stood in stunned awe, their weapons still raised but entirely unnecessary.

The monster was gone.

Vanished without a trace.

The slime woman turned, her form slowly settling back into a more human-like shape. Her glowing eyes met Lucas’s, and she tilted her head.

"Threat eliminated."

Lucas blinked. "Yeah. No kidding."

Sylmira, still visibly shaken, wiped her tears and stared at the slime woman in disbelief. "You... what was that magic?"

The slime woman blinked, tilting her head as if the question puzzled her. "Light."

Lucas let out a breathless chuckle. "Just light?" He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "That thing was a nightmare out of hell, and you erased it like it was nothing."

The slime woman simply nodded, as if that was the most natural thing in the world.

Lucas sighed. "Alright. That’s terrifying."

Sylmira slowly found her footing, though the weight of what she had seen still lingered in her eyes. But for now, at least, the battle was over.

Lucas took a deep breath, trying to steady himself after what he had just witnessed. The cavern was still eerily silent, the air thick with the lingering energy of the slime woman’s light magic. The elves around him were still recovering, some whispering prayers of thanks, others simply staring at the spot where the monstrous entity had been erased from existence.

But Lucas’s attention was locked onto Sylmira.

Her words echoed in his mind, gnawing at him.

"The gods are watching us."

He took a step closer to her. "Sylmira." His voice was low but firm. "What do you mean by that? Gods are watching us?"

Sylmira closed her eyes for a moment as if steadying herself. When she opened them again, the fear was still there, but now it was laced with something else—certainty.

"Not ours." She looked up, meeting his gaze. "Your gods. From your world."

Lucas’s breath caught in his throat.

"My gods?" he repeated, his mind racing. "I don’t even have gods. I don’t come from some holy land—hell, I don’t even believe in gods."

Sylmira’s lips pressed into a thin line. "It doesn’t matter whether you believe in them or not." She touched her temple again, wincing slightly. "The moment I touched that mage’s mind, I saw everything he knew. And there was something buried inside his knowledge—something that wasn’t even his own."

Lucas swallowed hard. "Explain."

Sylmira hesitated before finally saying, "Your world was never supposed to be part of this one. But something changed. Something forced the gods of your world to take interest in ours."

Lucas felt a cold shiver crawl down his spine. "My world? You mean Earth?"

Sylmira nodded. "Yes. But not just Earth as you know it." She took a deep breath. "There are entities, forces beyond our understanding, and they are watching this world because of you."

Lucas’s heartbeat quickened. "Why me?"

Sylmira shook her head. "That, I don’t know." Her voice was steady, but her fingers trembled slightly. "But if the slavers—if that thing we just fought—was just a pawn, then we’re dealing with something far worse than we imagined."

Lucas clenched his fists. "You’re saying I’m the reason gods from my world are watching? That doesn’t make any sense."

Sylmira exhaled sharply. "It doesn’t need to make sense. It just is." Her emerald eyes darkened. "And if gods are watching, it means they are waiting."

Lucas’s jaw tightened. "Waiting for what?"

Sylmira hesitated.

Then, in a whisper, she said—

"For you to make a choice."

Lucas felt the weight of those words settle over him like a crushing tide.

A choice.