Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2186: Strange message

Ultimately, it made no difference, as those who had remained within the capital emerged to confront them. They had been concealed within the city, yet their strength had not diminished. In fact, they had been actively training during the period of their encirclement by the forces of Destruction, honing their skills in anticipation of a potential demise. Their desire was to depart this world in a blaze of glory should such an eventuality occur. The very pressure exerted by the forces of Destruction, holding them captive within the capital, had inadvertently spurred their growth. This duress had been instrumental in unleashing their latent potential, rendering the remaining corruption energy monsters utterly defenseless. It was akin to a metamorphosis, emerging from a chrysalis as transformed butterflies. I was genuinely taken aback by the extent of their development during this time, recognizing that pressure often serves as the most effective catalyst for growth. This principle applies not only to humans but to all living beings, who must adapt to their surroundings when subjected to such strain. It is, in essence, natural selection. With their strengthened resolve, I harbored no hesitation in entrusting them with the task of eradicating the corruption energy monsters. My primary concern now was Dorothy's condition. However, it appeared she had found stability after finding solace in Rose's embrace. It seemed she managed to suppress the power that had previously overtaken her, forcing her transformation. It was, admittedly, astonishing that she could exert such control over that power, especially considering it had absorbed the abilities of one of the Four Omens. This was no ordinary amount of corruption energy that Dorothy had absorbed, making her subsequent well-being quite perplexing. "It appears her physical constitution is far greater than I initially presumed," I mused. My thoughts then drifted to War's desperate cry as Dorothy's power subdued him. The connection between Dorothy and the God of Destruction might indeed be far more profound than I had previously surmised. While lost in these contemplations, I suddenly perceived an anomaly in the surrounding environment. A subtle yet palpable shift seemed to have occurred, imbuing the atmosphere with a peculiar sensation. A glance around confirmed my suspicion. Initially, the thought that crossed my mind was, "Why is it so unnervingly quiet?" Then, as my gaze swept across the scene, I observed that every individual engaged in combat had become utterly immobile. It wasn't merely the corruption energy monsters that were frozen; every member of the racial alliance stood static. However, their facial expressions did not suggest they were ensnared by any external force, as there were no indications of struggle. It was as if something had brought the entire surrounding area to a complete standstill. As I attempted to discern the cause, I realized I was not the sole entity capable of movement. "Mom, what's wrong? Dad, something is wrong with Mom!" Dorothy was the only other being unaffected by whatever had paralyzed the space. She appeared deeply concerned for Rose, but I offered reassurance, "She's fine. They won't harm her." My own apprehension was directed towards whoever, or whatever, had imposed this temporal stasis, or more precisely, towards their intentions. After all, such a feat could not be achieved lightly. Despite her continued worry, Dorothy placed her trust in me and fell silent. After a moment of profound quietude, a peculiar entity materialized before us. It emerged from the ground, not of imposing size, but a small entity coalescing from a dark, viscous puddle, indicating its origin from corruption energy. Upon breaching the surface, it assumed the form of a small, spherical mass. If there was one distinguishing feature, it was the single eye situated precisely in its center. This eye fixed its gaze directly upon me, as if attempting to capture my image. I had no knowledge of what had formed this eye, but I sensed an ominous presence. This entity felt far too dangerous to be left unchecked... Yet, ultimately, I found myself powerless to intervene. "It seems you've grown far more than I had anticipated." The voice was peculiar, not emanating from the surrounding space but seemingly resonating directly within my mind, as if transmitted telepathically. Few phenomena in this world possessed such a capability. One such instance would be a direct communication from a deity. If this message originated from a corruption energy creature, it would logically be from the God of Destruction. However, I remained baffled as to the God of Destruction's ultimate objective with this manifestation.

Before I could utter a single question, the God of Destruction's gaze shifted toward Dorothy. In that instant, it spoke, "Your development has been notably slower than I anticipated." My brow furrowed deeply at these words. However, I was left unable to inquire further as the corrupting energy eyeball abruptly appeared to collapse. It seemed the God of Destruction had concluded its business here and departed without another word. With the collapse of that corrupted energy eyeball, the force that had held this area frozen vanished, and normalcy returned. Yet, the God of Destruction's words continued to echo in my mind, refusing to be forgotten...