I Became Jörmungandr In A Fantasy World

Chapter 36

The Might of This Form is Immense.

The magnitude of this power is astonishing.

Originally, it was unknown where this tremendous power came from, but now it’s clear that the Goddess has poured all her 'plausibility' into it, making it abnormally strong.

The power is immense.

This fact does not merely enhance the original strength but plays a crucial role in allowing one to surpass the limits inherent to their form.

However, it wasn't without its drawbacks.

'It's also the reason I can't transform into a human.'

This so-called power is like a gust of wind.

Imagine a fierce wind trapped within an endlessly thin balloon.

If this power exists, the balloon might immediately begin to expand, swelling beyond its original size and inflating even further, growing larger and larger.

It would be great if this wind could be controlled.

But what if, instead of being controlled, this wind started to surge wildly on its own?

No matter how much you try to control it, if the force inflating the balloon exceeds a critical threshold, the balloon might just pop with a bang.

That was my current situation.

Naturally, the enormous vessel I was born with, and the body, more solid than any material, wouldn’t sustain even a scratch no matter how wildly this power raged.

'But it's different for humans.'

A human body is delicate.

The skin is so soft that it can be injured by mere scratches from a tree, and the more they walk, the more their spine gets damaged. Their muscles also have low limits.

Moreover, it's intricately delicate.

The entire system is as precise as a finely tuned machine, with everything moving in an orderly structure.

If one were to recklessly accept this immense power, they might not be able to withstand it and could burst apart.

Therefore, until this newly acquired divinity stabilizes further, and until I gain a deeper understanding of humans, polymorphing into a human form is impossible.

'Perhaps it will be possible in the distant future, but now is not the time.'

Hence, I chose this form.

Usually, my original form is 300 meters in size.

That was the minimum size required to accommodate this power.

It was the very minimum size that could fully contain this immense amount of power.@@@@

Therefore, I could live without any problems, without needing to alter my form or increase my size.

But it’s a different story if I shrink.

Of course, my sturdy body wouldn’t just burst open, but it would feel stifling and unstable, as though I were trapped in a constricting shell.

And if the size shrunk to the point where I was as small as the palm of a human hand, it would be even worse.

"Kyaaah! So cute!"

So I chose this appearance.

Unlike my original sharp eyes, the dark, subtly glossy scales, and the sleek body.

I grew whiskers on my face.

And ears sprouted from my head.

The whiskers were meant to dissipate my overflowing divinity. They would spread out thinly, allowing the divine power that was pressuring my body, as though it could burst at any moment, to scatter into the environment.

Thus, I would harmonize with nature.

There’s no need to worry much since the divinity I disperse into the environment would be reabsorbed by my main body when it returns.

As for the ears, they were organs designed to receive sensory input.

They would make me far more sensitive to my surroundings, allowing me to constantly optimize my body to the natural conditions around me.

He realized once again that life was unpredictable.

What would have happened if he had been told this a few months ago?

He probably would have slapped himself and called it a lie.

[Don't worry.]

Jörmungandr nodded.

She was his one and only priestess.

Even if the god of death tried to take her, he was prepared to devour death itself.

Perhaps understanding Jörmungandr’s thoughts, the king nodded. After all, this was all for the world. Although the idea of the Demon God trying to invade the planet didn’t quite sink in, he could grasp how heavy the burden Jörmungandr carried was.

He wished them well.

May they successfully eradicate the remnants of the Demon God.

May they plant the Goddess’s token deep within the Holy Kingdom and save it from the corruption of the demonic energy.

"Then, please, come back safely."

The king sincerely wished for it.

A pitch-black darkness lurks.

The dark underside of the Holy Kingdom, which had once been so bright.

This remnant, which grows in size as it devours the horrifying, self-destructive, and ruinous desires, has deeply rooted itself in the center of the Holy Kingdom.

[.......]

The pitch-black demonic energy spreads like black ink, staining the holy water.

The holy water, which had once been pure white, resisted the dark energy but eventually flickered intermittently, losing its light.

The holy water, rippling in the darkness.

The amorphous black form used this holy water as its nourishment, growing larger.

[More, more, more, more....]

What remained was instinct.

Only the instinct to destroy and shatter everything in the world remained.

The remnants of the Demon God.

It no longer possessed coherent thoughts.

Was this also due to the Goddess’s influence?

Just before disappearing, the Goddess had fed it divinity, causing it to lose its original purpose.

To consume the Holy Kingdom.

To manifest one of its true forms.

It had lost its sense of reason.

Originally, it would have cautiously built up its power, wary of other enemies that might arrive, but beneath the Holy Kingdom.

There, the creature stirred.

To devour more, to corrupt more, to lead everything to ruin.

Its pitch-black tendrils stretched out.

Its tendrils, stained with black slime, reached toward the vast water supply that flowed through the Holy Kingdom.

Drip, drop.

The pitch-black slime.

One drop, two drops.

Began to stain the water supply.

[Devour everything.]

The remnant murmured.