Chapter 136: Chapter 136: She was used

Seojun closed his eyes as a blinding light engulfed the area. When the light finally dimmed, he cautiously opened his eyes and found himself in a desolate landscape. It was Earth, but it looked ancient and ruined. Crumbled structures and vast wastelands stretched out in every direction, the remnants of a civilization long gone.

Glowing figures floated around him descending, their features and clothing obscured by a soft, radiant aura. They seemed ethereal and otherworldly, their forms shifting and blending with the surroundings.

Silla's voice echoed in Seojun's mind. "This is what Father did to Earth."

Seojun glanced around, taking in the devastation. "Looks like you were really powerful before, System" he said, reflecting on the scope of destruction. Sёarch* The nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The system remained silent, and Seojun noticed that he was floating, as if his physical body had become a mere spirit. He drifted closer to the glowing figures. Silla continued to explain. "Those glowing people are deities, gods, and goddesses."

Seojun approached one of the deities, who was holding what appeared to be an Cat sized Fox with nine tails by the neck. The fox struggled weakly, its fur white and matted. [That is Nymira] System spoke and Seojun sense the change in System tone.

Silla said with a hint of sadnes "After Father nearly destroyed Earth, we—his children—were imprisoned by the deities when Mother were killed by them"

Seojun watched the white fox, now clearly different from the Nymira he had encountered. The once fierce and powerful Fenrir now seemed subdued and vulnerable.

The deity gripping Nymira's neck opened a swirling, dark portal without hesitation. With a swift motion, it hurled her through. Seojun's instincts flared, and he immediately darted after her, slipping through the portal just before it sealed shut.

On the other side, he was met with a suffocating darkness—a prison-like void where the air was thick with despair. He quickly spotted Nymira, who was violently slammed against a stone wall. She let out a low, painful growl as she staggered back to her feet, transforming into a large Fox. Seojun observed her carefully.

"How did she become a hybrid of a fenrir?" he wondered.

Suddenly, a glitch rippled through the air, like a disjointed jump in time and no longer floating. Seojun's senses were bombarded with distressing sounds—cries and whimpers that resonated through the oppressive darkness. The sounds were unmistakably coming from Nymira, and they were filled with agony.

Silla, hearing these sounds, seemed to tremble. "Nymira..."he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. Without waiting, Silla crawled down onto the cold, damp floor of the dark hallway, his serpentine body sliding effortlessly over the grime. Seojun followed, his steps careful and quiet, his eyes scanning the dimly lit surroundings.

The path led them to the end of the hall, where a thick, heavy door stood slightly ajar. Silla slithered under the door, and Seojun pushed it open, stepping into a chamber where a foul stench hit him like a wall—a rancid mix of blood, decay, and suffering.

"Nymira," Silla's voice called out, filled with both dread and hope. Seojun followed Silla's gaze to a corner of the room, where a large cage stood covered by a grimy, silk cloth. With a deep breath, Seojun reached out and tore away the silk, revealing Nymira's weakened form.

Inside the cage, Nymira lay in her human-sized Fox shape, her body frail and scarred. Her fur, once pure white, was now matted with dirt and dried blood. There were dark, deep circles under her eyes, and her body trembled with exhaustion. Her eyes, though dulled, still held a spark of defiance. Seojun noticed her hind legs were shackled with rusted iron, adding to her already broken state.

Her appearance told a painful story: Nymira was being used for breeding, her body marked with bruises and patches of fur ripped away. She looked like a mere shadow of the fierce creature she once was. The cruel treatment she endured explained much of her rage and why she didn't recognize Silla.

Silla, looking at Nymira, hissed softly, his voice quivering. "They used her...How dare they?!"

Another glitch hit, pulling Seojun's senses forward again. His vision blurred and cleared to reveal a new scene—a cold, dimly lit chamber that looked like a twisted lab. Nymira was strapped to a stone table, her eyes wide with fear and fury. Her stomach was cut open, blood pooling around her, and her breathing was ragged and strained with pain.

Above her, shadowy figures moved with cold precision. One of them, glowing with an eerie light, spoke in a flat voice, "Let them go to Earth."

Nymira's eyes filled with horror as she watched helplessly. The figures began pulling her newborn pups from her stomach—small, fragile creatures, crying and squirming. Without any care, they tore them away from their mother and put them in different cages. Nymira's body shook violently, and her growls turned into a broken, painful howl that echoed through the cold stone walls.

She could only watch as her children were taken away, their cries growing fainter.

Time seemed to speed up, and Seojun watched years flash by, but the suffering never stopped. Nymira was constantly cut open, her body used for cruel experiments. Her children were always taken from her, their cries lingering in her mind. Each loss deepened her wounds, her anger and pain turning darker and stronger.

Then one day, the gods decided to push things further. They experimented on Nymira again, changing her very nature. Her body twisted painfully as they mixed her pure Fox blood with that of a Fenrir.

The transformation was agonizing. Nymira's snow-white fur turned into a mix of Fenrir and became a large fenrir with nine tails. Her eyes glowed a fierce red, and her fangs grew sharper. But the gods made a mistake. The fusion gave Nymira incredible strength and new powers. Her long-held anger exploded with a power none of them could control.

With a deafening roar, she broke free, snapping chains like twigs.

She tore through her captors and the lab, leaving destruction behind her. The prison that held her for so long became a place she could finally escape from. Seojun watched all this from above, his expression darkening as he saw what Nymira had been through.

"No wonder she's so full of rage," he thought, understanding her pain and anger. She had been used and tortured for years, and now she was more powerful and angry than ever.