Unholy Player
Chapter 125: [Spark Detected]

Chapter 125: [Spark Detected]

"I’b nod dellin’ you anydhing," Cannibal said, spitting blood. His skin wasn’t the only thing that seemed tough—his will held just as firm.

"Fine. I’ll find it myself. Stay still." Adyr smiled, pointing a finger at him as he activated Sonic Burst.

Cannibal saw it, but didn’t react. He clenched what was left of his teeth and growled, "You can kill me. I’ll gum back az a ghos’ an’ haun’ you an’ your entyre fambly."

Adyr’s grin widened. The threat didn’t bother him—it entertained him. "Nope. You’re not coming back from anything. And I’m not killing you."

He charged the wave to 0.3 and fired it straight into Cannibal’s gut.

THUNG!

It didn’t tear through the flesh, but it visibly warped it. Blood surged from his mouth—internal shock clearly landed.

The last time Adyr used 2 energy, he’d peeled the skin off his arm completely. Now he was testing how far he could go without killing. He wasn’t done yet.

After a few more precise shots, the outer layer thinned. Adyr stopped.

Cannibal writhed beneath him but couldn’t resist. Every time he lifted his arms or head, another strike shut him down, breaking both defense and will.

"This should be enough," Adyr muttered, running his fingers over the weakened skin. He drew a throwing knife from his belt.

"Wha’ are you doin’?" Cannibal’s eyes widened. Panic finally crept in. He tried to push himself away, but Adyr pinned him down with a knee.

"Stay still. I’m just checking something."

The blade met flesh. The skin gave resistance at first, but not for long.

"Aghghh..."

Cannibal screamed, kicking and twisting. Adyr didn’t flinch. He held him down, continuing the cut with practiced force.

"If you had told me where the Spark was, this wouldn’t be happening," he said with a sigh. His tone made it sound like a chore, but his eyes said otherwise.

"Stay still. I’m pulling now. This part might hurt." He gripped the loosened patch and tore it from the body in one clean pull.

"AAAGHH!"

"Shh. It’s done. Don’t overreact," Adyr said calmly, driving a boot into his head.

He glanced at the blood-slick, gray patch of flesh in his hand for a second, then threw it aside.

"Now, where can it be. Maybe here?" He said, running his fingers over the exposed flesh and muscle.

With every movement of Adyr’s hands, Cannibal thrashed and screamed, spitting out broken, garbled words. He was likely begging, surrendering—but Adyr ignored him completely.

He repeated the same method a few more times: thinning the area with Sonic Burst, slicing through the tissue, and peeling the skin back. After the seventh round, he stood up and rolled his shoulders.

"Whew. That was tiring."

He looked down at Cannibal, twitching on the ground. Large patches of skin were missing, his raw muscles spasming from pain. But Adyr hadn’t been searching for the Spark. That had never really been the goal. If it were something like Null Maggot, buried deep in the brain, he didn’t even have the tools for it. Dissecting a head without killing the host would require proper equipment—at the very least, a powered cranial saw.

"Jus’ kill me..." Cannibal whispered, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t move anymore. His mutated flesh, despite being hardened, had become hypersensitive under strain. Every time Adyr tore another strip away, the pain had reached a level he could no longer endure.

"What? I kill you, and you come back to haunt me and my family as a ghost? No way. I can’t take that risk." Adyr smirked.

"I won’... I promizh..." Cannibal murmured. He just wanted this madman out of his life—permanently.

"Then tell me. Where is the Spark?" Adyr crouched beside him.

"In my shtomach..."

"Oh? As I guessed." Adyr nodded like he’d known it all along. Then added, "Alright. Just hold on a little longer. I’m going to free you from it."

Cannibal saw the look in his eyes and instinctively tried to kill himself, biting down hard—but he had no teeth left to break his tongue, and his mutant physiology wouldn’t let him die so easily.

Adyr knelt beside him and worked with surgical precision. He made a horizontal incision along the exposed abdomen, careful not to sever the vascular structure beneath. With steady hands, he opened the abdominal wall and exposed the peritoneal cavity. The stomach was distended but intact. He also received a new talent acknowledgment from the system for his medical skills, only to be ignored.

He lifted it gently, made a controlled incision through the gastric wall, and there it was, nestled calmly inside, the Spark. Then came the system message.

[Spark Detected]

"Congratulations, it’s a Spark," Adyr said with a laugh, holding it up like a newborn for Cannibal’s unfocused eyes to see. He wasn’t surprised either, since the system was revealing the Spark detected message—it seemed to be gradually syncing with this world, bit by bit.

The mutant had passed out already, overwhelmed by the pain and horror of watching his own surgery unfold without anesthesia and seeing his newbord spark.

Adyr let out a brief chuckle, then set the Spark aside. From one of the uniform’s side pockets, he retrieved a compact medical kit. With efficient, practiced movements, he disinfected the exposed tissue, then threaded a needle and began stitching the open wounds.

Still, he hadn’t received a talent acknowledged message from the system, which meant this feature clearly hadn’t fully synchronized with the world yet.

He used precise, clinical technique—closing muscle and dermal layers with clean, interrupted sutures, applying just enough tension to ensure survival but not comfort.

This wasn’t about pleasure.

This wasn’t about mercy.

Cannibal had taken Marielle’s arm—someone who mattered more than most. He had broken her in ways that wouldn’t heal cleanly. Letting him die now would be an escape.

And Adyr had no intention of granting him that.

Only when he was sure Cannibal would survive did Adyr turn his attention to the Spark.

It resembled a stone, roughly the size of a palm. At first glance, it looked like any ordinary rock, but up close, its texture was more metallic than mineral. If placed among other stones, it would blend in almost perfectly unless someone examined it with intent.

But when Adyr held it, he could feel something inside—something faintly pulsing.

Like a heartbeat trapped in stone.

After examining its type and structure, he shifted his focus to the system message that had appeared earlier and began reading it carefully.