Unholy Player
Chapter 126: Grave Bloom

Chapter 126: Grave Bloom

[Name] Grave Bloom

[Path] Nether

[Rank] 2

[Ability] Entropic Grasp / Skin Fortify

Description: Grave Blooms are born in forgotten cemeteries, mass graves, and rotting battlefields—any place where death has lingered long enough to take root.

They emerge no larger than a speck of dust and are extremely sensitive to the scent of flesh. Despite lacking limbs, they drift through the air with the help of wind currents, seeking a carnivorous host to inhabit. Once ingested, they settle inside the host’s stomach and begin feeding on consumed meat to grow. If the host dies or stops eating flesh, the Spark gradually withers, shrinking back to its original form and eventually dying.

Ability—Entropic Grasp / Skin Fortify: Through Entropic Grasp, Grave Blooms can detect the scent of meat and flesh-eating hosts with eerie accuracy, allowing them to navigate toward suitable bodies. Once inside, they embed themselves like a parasitic seed, rooting within the host’s digestive tract.

Skin Fortify reinforces the Spark’s structure to near-unbreakable levels and transfers this enhanced durability to its host. The host’s skin becomes significantly tougher, while internal tissues and organs gain moderate resilience, greatly increasing survivability under extreme conditions and physical stress.

"Wow, this isn’t bad," Adyr muttered, raising an eyebrow.

The Spark in his hand was the size of a palm. Hard to believe it had once been no larger than a speck of dust.

He also realized how dangerous it truly was. Something that small, slipping into a person’s body unnoticed, settling inside like a parasite, feeding from within. In return, it granted remarkable physical resilience, fortifying the host’s skin to absurd levels.

Useful, but the concept was still unsettling.

Adyr slipped the Spark into his pocket for now. He’d decide what to do with it later.

His attention returned to Cannibal.

The mutant’s condition looked stable. Wounds like these wouldn’t kill something like him. Adyr wasn’t sure what removing a Spark might do to a creature like this, but he hoped it wouldn’t be fatal.

Death would be too merciful.

While he watched Cannibal, others were watching him, eyes wide with shock.

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"What did I just witness?" Derek murmured as he slowly removed his night vision goggles.

The sun had begun to rise, slowly and shyly, peeking out from behind the clouds and pushing the moon aside. Its light stretched across the land in pale rays, gently breaking the grip of night.

They no longer needed night vision. With their mutant eyes, their view of the terrain was now sharp and clear.

But not everyone had relied on sight. Some couldn’t track the fight visually—if it could even be called a fight—and had followed everything through sound alone.

The land hadn’t just echoed with the impact of blows landing on Cannibal’s body. What truly shook them, what froze their spines, were the screams near the end. Screams filled with agony and raw fear.

Neris was one of those whose eyes weren’t sharp enough, but whose ears had caught everything. She stepped in close and, in a hushed, tense voice, asked Ronan, who still stared ahead in silence.

"What was that? What’s happening?"

Ronan didn’t answer at first. He was still trying to process what he’d seen. What he’d heard.

It had been clear. Brutal. But his mind refused to accept it as reality.

Eventually, he exhaled and spoke with a tremor in his voice. "It’s Cannibal."

He shut his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, there was no confusion left. Only quiet certainty, and something almost like respect.

"Those screams... they were his."

Neris said nothing. There was nothing to say.

The cries of something like Cannibal, a monster who fed on human flesh and ruled through fear, weren’t something you commented on.

All anyone could grasp was one simple truth.

That monster had tasted hell before dying. And he hadn’t even died yet.

As they waited in silence, hoping the sunlight would ease the tension and thaw their clenched muscles, Adyr began to approach.

He moved with steady calm, carrying Cannibal’s limp body over his shoulder like a sack. The early light struck his bare torso, casting sharp shadows across every defined muscle, like lines carved into stone.

His jet-black hair shifted lightly in the breeze. His eyes, calm and focused, held the detached ease of a predator returning from the hunt, full, unbothered, and utterly at peace.

Everyone watched. Not one person looked away.

"Hey," Adyr said as he approached, offering a casual smile, like he wasn’t the one who had just frozen their blood with what he’d done moments ago.

The first to respond was Kara. She stepped forward slightly and asked, "Is that Cannibal?"

She already knew the answer, but asked anyway.

Adyr nodded. "Yeah."

Kara exhaled, trying to find the right words. "Still alive?"

When she saw him nod again, she followed up without hesitation. "What about his men? The headquarters?"

With the sun now rising, the structure of the tin fortress was clearly visible in the distance. Whatever had happened inside, they needed to know. Cannibal hadn’t been the only threat. By their estimates, he had close to 100 men under him.

"They’re all dead," Adyr said. Then, without waiting for more questions, he added, "And all the captives were rescued. Only corpses left inside."

He dropped Cannibal’s body onto the ground like a sandbag. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he looked up.

"Ah. If you’re heading in, my jacket and blades are on the 4th floor. Can you bring them to me?"

He also told them, clearly describing the exact location, not to enter the room on the third floor through the door, as he had set up a trap there as part of an escape plan. To avoid triggering it, they would need to enter through the window instead.

"Sure," Kara replied with a tense smile.

"Nice. I also need something to eat. I skipped dinner," He added, scratching his head.

His body had already been burning through a high amount of nutrients, and after the last physical enhancement and hours of nonstop movement, the emptiness in his stomach had become hard to ignore.

One of the STF members quickly ran to a nearby vehicle and returned with a bag full of canned food.

"Here. There are 5 types, even dessert."

"Thank you," Adyr said, not forgetting his manners. He took the bag, sat cross-legged in front of the vehicle’s tire, and opened a can. Using a plastic spoon, he started to eat without hesitation.

In the middle of the group, it was strangely surreal watching the most abnormal person behave in the most normal way.

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