FREE USE in Primitive World

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: God-tier Slaughterhouse

The transition was a violent, mind-shredding blur. One moment Sol was cursing the existence of a pocket dimension that didn’t have a stable floor, and the next, he was being squeezed through a metaphorical straw of white-hot light. His consciousness frayed at the edges, his new, dense body vibrating so hard he thought his teeth would shake out of his skull.

Then, the world returned with the subtlety of a freight train hitting a wall.

CRASH.

Sol slammed into something hard, but it wasn’t stone. It was soft, yielding, and wet. He tumbled, the world spinning in a kaleidoscope of nauseating colors. His stomach did a slow-motion flip, and for a terrifying second, his internal organs felt like they were floating two inches to the left of where they should be.

The first thing he registered wasn’t the sight, but the sound.

CLANG. SHREIK. BOOM.

It was a commotion that his brain, still vibrating from the dimensional “flush,” couldn’t handle. There were wet, sickening slaps, the metallic tang of blood so thick he could taste it on his tongue, and screams… human, non-human, and things in between.

He tried to open his eyes, but the sunlight was a sharp blade stabbing unceremoniously into his pupils. He groaned, rolling onto his back, his head spinning with a vertigo so violent he felt like he was falling upward into the sun.

Suddenly, the world was blocked out.

And a shadow fell over him, blocking the blinding sunlight.

“H-hey! Are you alive? Speak to me!”

The voice was high, melodic, but frayed at the edges with panic pouring out.

In his dazed state, a girl’s face swam into view. She was beautiful in a raw, savage way… her face painted with streaks of dark blood, her hair a tangled mess of chestnut locks, and eyes the color of a stormy sea. She was shaking him, her hands surprisingly strong as they gripped his shoulders. She was saying something, but to Sol’s dazed mind, her lips moved in slow motion, and her voice sounded like it was underwater.

Who… who is this? Sol thought, his brain feeling like it had been put through a blender.

Beyond her, the background was a blurred mess of chaotic motion. Figures were leaping through the air, shadows were dancing, and the very earth seemed to be jumping in place.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over them. There was a guttural shout from somewhere behind her.

“&%$# ?|%!” someone screamed. He saw flashes of red, the arc of something sharp, and a spray of fluid that definitely wasn’t water.

The girl’s eyes widened, and without a word, she lunged forward, slamming her body onto his.

BOOM.

Something massive slammed into the earth inches from his head, showering them both in dirt and splinters.

Sol’s world went dark again as his breath left him in a wheeze. He was pinned to the blood-soaked dirt, and his dazed brain was suddenly greeted with an unexpected sensation. Because he was lying flat on his back and she had lunged to shield him, he found himself with a face full of… well, breasts. Two firm, sweat-slicked mounds of feminine muscle were pressed directly against his nose and mouth, the scent of lavender, raw wild jasmine and feminine pheromone filling his senses. They were soft, warm, and rising and falling with a terrified, frantic rhythm.

It was a hell of a way to be greeted back into the Material Plane.

In any other situation, Sol’s inner degenerate would have been doing a victory lap. But right now, the impact of her landing and the sheer weight of the chaos around him acted like a bucket of cold water. His brain started to fire again.

But the “softness” of the moment was instantly shattered by the sounds of the world around them. Now that his ears were clearing, he could hear it all: the unmistakable crunch of bone being pulverized, the wet shlick of blades meeting meat, and curses in a language that should have been gibberish.

The girl scrambled up, her face flushed red… though whether from the “facial” or the heat of battle, he couldn’t tell. She grabbed Sol by the front of his celestial tunic… which was now stained with mud… and shook him so hard his teeth rattled. She was shouting something, her lips moving frantically. Her expression was a cocktail of concern, anxiety, and pure, unadulterated rage.

“^&%^ $#$ (*^% ^$+^%@#%%&?!”

At first, it was gibberish. A series of harsh, tonal clicks and grunts that made no sense. But then, something deep in his chest… the golden Divine Shard he had siphoned from Isylia… gave a soft, warm pulse.

Click.

It was like a universal translator suddenly snapped into place. The gibberish smoothed out into a language he understood better than his own.

“Hey! Are you brain-dead? Why are you just lying there staring at my chest? Where did you even come from? Never mind, it doesn’t matter! If you stay here, you’re deadmeat! Do you hear me? she screamed, her eyes darting frantically to the side.

“I… I…” Sol tried to open his mouth to answer, to tell her who he was or some other bullshit, but his jaw wouldn’t work yet and his tongue felt like a piece of lead.

The girl looked over her shoulder and her face went pale. A shadow loomed over them. She gritted her teeth, let out a frustrated growl, “Forget it!” and then did something that completely shattered Sol’s remaining ego.

Before Sol could protest, she reached down, and with a strength that defied her slender frame, she hauled him up. She didn’t just help him stand; she flipped him over her shoulder like a sack of grain.

“Ugh! You’re heavier than you look!” she grunted.

What the fuck?!

Sol’s eyes bugged out. He was a hundred and eighty pounds of dense, upgraded muscle, yet she picked him up as if he were made of feathers. She took off, her feet hitting the ground with the force of a stampeding horse.

The speed was terrifying. She was moving faster than the current Sol could even dream of, weaving through the chaos with a terrifying, fluid grace. And from his vantage point over her shoulder, , giving him a perfect, front-row seat to the nightmare behind them. And what he saw made the “Overlord” daydreams he had minutes ago feel like a sick joke.

Behind him, It wasn’t a minor fight or skirmish. It was like he was dropped into a literal God-tier slaughterhouse.

Behind them, The jungle was being torn apart. Huge swathes of ancient trees had been leveled as if by a hurricane. And in the center of this clearing, it was like a theater of gore. He saw human warriors… at least, he assumed they were human… doing things that broke the laws of physics.

One man leapt thirty feet into the air, his body trailing a faint, translucent glow. He came down with a bone-shattering crunch, his stone axe pulverizing the earth and creating a crater that swallowed three attackers.

But it wasn’t just the strength that made Sol’s blood run cold. It was the shining things.

As he watched, a warrior nearby let out a primal roar. Suddenly, a phantom image shimmered into existence around him… a massive, translucent wolf head made of flickering silver light. The wolf’s jaws snapped in sync with the warrior’s axe, tearing through the air and rending flesh before the physical blade even arrived.

It wasn’t just him. To his left, another woman moved with the slick, unnatural grace of a serpent, a faint green, translucent phantom of a Serpent coiling around her torso. Every time she moved, she seemed to slip through the air itself, her body twisting in ways no human skeleton should allow, and her bone daggers striking with a speed that left afterimages.

“Avatars…” Sol whispered, the word feeling right in his mind

But then, Sol saw what they were fighting. And the “Overlord” dream he had earlier didn’t just die; it was buried in a shallow grave.

There were two enemies, both of different species, they were humanoid, but that was where the similarity ended.

The first species was a nightmare of raw muscle. They were easily nine feet tall, with leathery, slate-grey skin that looked like it could block a spear. Their builds were cavernous, their chests so broad they looked like walking boulders. They carried no weapons. And he soon found out why they weren’t.

Sol watched as one of these grey behemoths grabbed a human warrior by the waist. The human’s partial bear phantom flickered and resisted violently but ultimately died under the pressure. The monster opened its massive mouth, and Sol’s stomach turned, if it was a normal beast, he wouldn’t have reacted much as he had already hardened his heart a bit by torturing Vurok. But damn!

It opened its mouth… an impossibly wide, hinged maw… revealing the stuff of nightmares. It fucking had a second set of jaws… an inner, pharyngeal set that shot forward like a moray eel’s.

CRUNCH!

It snapped its maw shut and literally bit the human’s head clean off the shoulders in a spray of hot, arterial crimson. Blood sprayed like a fountain, coating the Mauler’s grey skin in a crimson mask. And the sound was a sickening pop-squelch that Sol felt in his marrow. After biting it, the grey brute shook the body like a ragdoll, its leathery skin absorbing a spear-thrust from another hunter as if it were a mere mosquito bite.

And damn! The second species was even worse.

They were tall, lanky, seven-to-eight-foot sticks of sickly yellowish-green flesh. Their skin had a mossy, damp texture, and their builds were unnaturally slender, almost skeletal. They moved with a jerky, twitching speed that made them hard to track.

They had elongated, horizontal eyes that pulsed with a dull orange light. Their mouths were wide slits filled with needle-like teeth designed to grip and tear. But their most horrifying feature was their arms.

They reached past their knees, ending in four-fingered hands where each finger was twice the length of a human’s. They had extra joints that allowed them to wrap around a limb or a neck multiple times, like a living garrote.

Sol saw one of these yellow-green things drop from a tree onto a female warrior. The woman swung a glowing axe, but the yellow thing tilted its head at an impossible angle, its horizontal eyes tracking her perfectly. It lunged, its long arms wrapping around her neck and torso like coils of a snake. The extra joints in its fingers allowed it to wrap around her limbs multiple times, binding her instantly.

Sol noticed the tip of each finger featured a hollow, black nail. As the creature tightened its grip, the nails sank deep into her shoulders and thighs.

The woman froze. Visible to Sol’s enhanced vision, the woman’s skin didn’t just bruise, it turned a necrotizing, pitch black that spread from the puncture wounds like ink in water. She didn’t even have time to scream. Her body went limp, her muscles liquefying under the influence of whatever toxin had been injected into her bloodstream.

Her phantom… a faint bird… shimmered and dissolved into smoke.

The Lanky creature let out a high-pitched, warbling chitter, its horizontal eyes fixing on the girl carrying Sol.

A/N: If anyone wanna send some gifts, now is the best time.

As today is last day of month, otherwise I would have to wait another month to receive them in my account.

And who knows I’ll be so touched that I’d start uploading 3 to 5 “long” Chapters daily.