Unholy Player Chapter 512 Gods Really Exist

"How are you feeling?"

Adyr’s inquiry struck the researchers as a dark joke.

Rhys's physical state provided all the answers they needed. Without a word being spoken, he appeared completely shattered. His complexion and sagging posture served as a grim verdict, as if every tick of the clock drained another fragment of his vitality.

To their astonishment, he replied with total gravity. "I hear a sound in my ears..." He muttered, his voice trailing as he allowed his eyelids to seal shut. His breathing was jagged. "No, it is more akin to an echo vibrating inside my mind."

The manner in which he spoke made it evident that the agony gripping his frame and the surface-level trauma were secondary to the events unfolding within his consciousness.

Reacting on pure instinct, the researchers snatched up their tablets and notebooks. They began documenting these unforeseen symptoms immediately, while Adyr remained still, submerged in deep contemplation.

He couldn't recall every specific detail, yet hazy memories of his own evolution from some time ago began to surface. He recalled the mental voice he had encountered back then and wondered if this was the same phenomenon.

"What words is the voice speaking?"

Rhys’s eyes flickered, his brow furrowing with the immense effort required to remain conscious.

"The language is foreign to me, but the intent is clear." His gaze shifted, the dull gray of his eyes vanishing entirely, replaced by a deep, solid red. They remained unfocused for a fleeting moment before snapping into clarity. "It demands my obedience... to bow my head... to submit..."

With every syllable, his strength withered. The gaps between his words grew longer. Finally, he whispered the last sentence slowly, closing his eyes as if surrendering. "I believe I will comply... It is very persuasive."

Suddenly, the medical monitors linked to his body erupted into a frantic, high-pitched rhythm.

"His vitals are failing," Dr. Mara alerted the room. She lunged forward toward Rhys, acting on reflex to save him before he was lost for good.

Adyr intercepted her. "Do not touch him."

While invisible to the researchers, the sight was undeniable to Adyr. A heavy aura enveloped Rhys's entire form, lingering like a cloud of toxic vapor—a clear warning of what would happen to anyone who dared to interfere.

The aura had stopped expanding. Instead, it was condensing into a thick, pressurized layer that clung to his silhouette. As it tightened with every passing second, it appeared increasingly lethal.

Dr. Mara searched Adyr’s expression. She followed his gaze, realizing he was tracking something beyond human perception. "Do you understand what is happening? Is there no way to rescue him?"

Adyr maintained his composure, offering a question instead of a direct reply. "Are you aware of how practitioners manifest in this world?"

The question caused the researchers to hesitate. Their silence wasn't due to ignorance, but because the answer defied their logical framework, belonging to the realm of faith rather than empirical science.

Nevertheless, Dr. Mara answered, her face etched with distaste. "They are designated by gods. There is no agency, no personal choice involved."

This was the information they had gathered from the natives regarding the origin of practitioners.

One night, a person would sleep normally. The following morning, they would wake to a system notification. New powers were bestowed, granted by whichever God had selected them.

To the scientific team, it seemed like a child picking out toys for the day. It lacked logic; the choice was driven purely by the whim of the divine being.

This was a concept they struggled to accept. If it were true that only the chosen could achieve Cultivation as practitioners, then what was the point of their research?

Without divine authorization, no amount of effort or serum could ever successfully transform a subject. That was the inevitable dead-end of their logic.

The notion of being powerless against a God bruised their professional ego. Consequently, they stubbornly dismissed the idea, clinging to the belief that a measurable mechanism had to exist.

They rejected the title of 'God' entirely. They refused to acknowledge the existence of an almighty entity capable of manipulating life on such a fundamental level.

If they had to believe in anything, they preferred to view these beings as mere manifestations of extreme power—not as untouchable creators or masters of the universe.

Adyr nodded, confirming their knowledge. "Correct." A thin smile played on his lips as he added, "It appears Commander Rhys is currently in an audience with his god to join the ranks of the chosen."

"What exactly does that imply?" Dr. Mara asked, still resistant to the idea, even as she watched Rhys’s life signs plummet. Adyr turned to face them. Seeing their bewilderment, he clarified. "I don't fully grasp the mechanics myself, but it seems the voice in Rhys's head is a deity speaking to him."

This was the theory Adyr had formulated after his encounter with the Lunari ancestors and his own progression to Rank 4.

This was especially relevant because those ancestors had lost their identities to the whispers in their minds.

The voices spoke, seduced, and coerced them to abandon the Ignis path for the Blood path. They had been unable to withstand the pressure. Ultimately, they lost their grip on reality and slipped into a comatose state.

"He is being selected for the Blood Path. From the looks of it, he is currently under the thumb of the deity governing that route. The Blood God, if we must give it a title."

Adyr spoke with such calm conviction that the researchers found themselves believing him without protest. His new [Vigor] stat played its part as well, smoothing over their skepticism before it could manifest.

Dr. Mara’s face shifted as she finally confronted the reality of divine existence. With a grim expression, she asked, "But why does he seem to be dying? We have no records of anyone perishing during an awakening, nor of them suffering such physical trauma."

Adyr was equally uncertain. "Perhaps this is simply the method the Blood God uses to select its followers," he speculated, observing the aura contract even further.

The process the Blood God employed seemed far more violent and merciless than the awakenings overseen by Astrael, Aetheris, Ignivar, or Nethera.

Dr. Mara proposed a different theory. "Or perhaps this god is too feeble to properly share its path with others?"

Her suggestion revealed her ongoing effort to view these entities as flawed and fragile—mortal-like beings capable of error rather than omnipotent masters. It was a way to categorize them as an understandable species. "Hm... that is a possibility." Adyr found her logic sound. It was more plausible than his own guess. Based on his knowledge, there were only four primary Paths. If the Blood Path was merely a branch, the idea of its God being a lesser, weaker entity was a very credible theory. With that in mind, Adyr focused back on Rhys.

The man’s body continued to disintegrate. Violent tremors racked his frame, suggesting he might expire before the awakening could be completed.

"I suppose you require some assistance." Adyr gave a short laugh. He raised his palm, and a radiant light erupted, briefly saturating the sterile laboratory. The light bathed Rhys in a warm, restorative glow, resembling a flash of divine grace. Under the influence of the Skill, Rhys’s body jerked. The corruption and decay eating away at him halted instantly, as if an invisible force had seized the destruction and forced it to stop.

Moments later, his flesh began to reconstruct itself in real-time. Before their very eyes, failing tissues knitted back together.

"It is incredible..." Dr. Mara and her colleagues were transfixed. Their earlier terror was replaced by a state of pure scientific fixation.

The way the light mended the body seemed like a miracle—clean, instantaneous, and leaving no scars behind.

However, being researchers, they didn't put stock in miracles; they believed in science. They were convinced everything had a rational explanation. Excitedly, Dr. Mara asked,

"Mr. Adyr, would you permit us to gather data on this?"

Adyr wasn't sure what they hoped to find, but his own curiosity was piqued, so he gave a nod. "Very well. Proceed."

With his consent, the team moved with frantic energy. They hurried out and returned with a battery of new sensors. A whirlwind of white lab coats filled the room, accompanied by the clatter of equipment and the frantic tapping of shoes. In seconds, the area was crowded with complex devices.

One sensor was set to quantify the light's intensity and spectrum, including the photon flux.

Another was deployed to track how the light altered living cells in real-time, monitoring chemical changes and repair rates. A third scanned for radiation and abnormal energy signatures, while another checked for electromagnetic spikes or patterned interference. Every effort was aimed at deciphering how the light functioned so they might eventually replicate it using the collected data.

The laboratory filled with the drone of machinery and the chirping of monitors. Screens danced with complex graphs. The researchers exchanged hushed, intense whispers over the incoming numbers.

Adyr watched them for a moment, chuckled, and then redirected his attention to Rhys.

His primary interest now was the result of the awakening. He waited to see if Rhys would truly emerge as a Blood Path Practitioner or if he would succumb to a coma like the ancestors before him.