Unholy Player
Chapter 130: Colossith

Chapter 130: Colossith

After Adyr left, he headed straight for the playroom.

He had left his body unattended for too long. He needed to make sure everything was still in order.

I need to find a Spark that can protect my body in the other world, Adyr thought.

It was likely the most urgent task ahead of him. Even though his body was currently under the protection of the Draven household—with hundreds of knights on constant watch and Vesha personally overseeing his care—the other world was unpredictable. Additional safeguards were necessary.

"Mr. Adyr. Welcome back," Nurse Mira greeted him as he stepped into the sterile, dimly lit room.

"I’ll call Dr. Eliot Vance right away," she added, already dialing the number on a wall-mounted device.

It’s probably time I move my capsule to my private room.

The thought didn’t come from discomfort. It came from necessity. His presence was becoming harder to ignore. He was getting stronger, more visible. A private space—out of reach, out of sight—was becoming a matter of survival, not preference.

Dr. Vance arrived shortly after. The scent of antiseptic lingered faintly on his coat. Adyr allowed a quick medical check—reflexes, vitals, stress indicators—all clean. Then, without another word, he summoned his new STF gear and equipment, recently gifted by Henry. Each item disappeared into his Dawn Land with a brief shimmer of light.

Only then did he move into the capsule, close his eyes, and descend.

—

Adyr opened his eyes to the dark, big room.

The candles on the walls had long since burned out. Though it was daytime outside, the heavy curtains drawn across the windows had turned the room into a pitch-black void. No sunlight pierced through the thick folds of fabric.

His mutant eyes adjusted quickly. Shapes resolved in the dark. Everything was in place—except for one thing.

There was a vibration.

Faint but constant. Like the pulse of a phone set to vibrate against a wooden table—rhythmic and steady. It wasn’t strong enough to shake objects or crack walls, but it was unmistakable. It crept through the floor and into his bones.

A normal person might have thought of an earthquake. Adyr didn’t.

He stood and moved to the window, drawing back the curtains in one smooth motion. Light flooded in, casting long lines of illumination across the stylish parquet floor.

He was already dressed in his old tactical uniform. He had slept in it out of habit, always ready to move at a moment’s notice. His blades, however, were still in Dawn Land. He had taken them with him for the Cannibal hunt and returned them to his Sanctuary before re-entering the game.

After a final glance around and confirming there was no visible anomaly beyond the tremors, he retrieved his new gear.

Piece by piece, he suited up. The dual blades were strapped securely to his back. Over them, he fixed the black heater shield—its curved metal surface offering extra protection to his spine.

Once fully equipped, he moved to the door, unlocked the heavy latch, and opened it.

"Lord Adyr."

Vesha was waiting just outside. Her voice was soft but laced with tension.

She wore a sleeveless white gown adorned with intricate gold embroidery near the hem, modest yet unmistakably noble. Her golden hair, usually pristine, now hung loosely around her shoulders, slightly tangled. Her ice-blue eyes met his with an urgency that said she hadn’t had time to prepare for this. She wore no jewelry. She didn’t need it.

Two maids stood close behind her, visibly tense. Further down the corridor, dozens of knights in full gold and silver plate armor stood in perfect formation. As soon as Adyr appeared, everyone of them straightened and saluted.

"Is it the Rank 4 Spark?" Adyr asked calmly, already piecing it together.

The six-month dormancy window had expired. They had been expecting this. Judging by the subtlety of the tremors, the Spark had likely just awakened. Good timing—he had returned just in time.

Vesha nodded. "Yes. The Astra Path practitioners have already mobilized and are holding the line."

Adyr raised an eyebrow as he studied her. There was something off—something that wasn’t going as she expected. Her eyes gave it away: restrained anxiety. Doubt.

He didn’t ask. He already had a theory.

"I’ll go and check the situation," he said.

As he stepped forward into the corridor, the knights shifted. Backs straightened. Armor clinked softly. A flicker of hope passed through the tense silence.

Adyr might have been a low-rank practitioner, but a practitioner was still a practitioner. Even at the bottom of the ladder, he held power far beyond what any of them could dream of. The fact that he was willing to personally assess the threat meant more to them than he realized.

Even the smallest aid against a Rank 4 Spark was a gift none of them would refuse.

Vesha followed behind him with the two maids in tow. They moved quickly through the corridor and exited through the garden doors.

The Draven Household sat deep within the capital, far from the outer walls. But even here, in the safety of the estate’s courtyard, Adyr could see it.

A massive shape on the horizon. Brown-black. Hulking. Moving.

Easily 200 meters tall—perhaps more. It trudged forward in slow, deliberate steps, its body blocking out entire sections of the sky.

Adyr narrowed his eyes, enhancing his focus.

The creature’s skin was smooth and glossy, with an oily sheen that reflected nothing. It wasn’t just dark brown—it was a shade that didn’t seem to belong in the world. Not something you could name. Not something natural.

From this angle, he could make out six limbs—massive appendages that bent and compressed as it walked, distributing its immense weight with eerie precision.

Its head was coated in the same strange skin. No eyes. No mouth in the traditional sense.

Instead, it had a wide, oval-shaped structure resembling a platypus’s bill—or perhaps more accurately, the head of a drill. Completely black.

There were no ears. Only two small holes on either side of its head.

So this is Colossith, Adyr thought.

According to what Malrik had once told him, the Spark was usually no larger than a human palm. But when it surfaced to feed, it expanded, growing to a monstrous scale in moments.

Yet size wasn’t the most terrifying thing about it.

Even at this distance, Adyr could still feel the tremors.

They weren’t destructive. Not yet. But they weren’t normal either. The rhythm, the pressure—they weren’t from the ground. They were inside the air, inside his body, humming in every bone.

If the creature got any closer, he felt like the vibrations might start pulling his cells apart.

While observing and assessing the enemy, something else entered Adyr’s line of sight.

High above the city’s skyline, a small shape emerged, like it was riding on a cloud of white mist. It moved fast, a faint silhouette streaking across the open sky.

It was too far to make out the details, but Adyr didn’t need long to realize something was off.

The silhouette began to shift.

The cloud beneath it suddenly vanished, but the figure didn’t fall. It hovered, suspended in the air, drifting forward with unnatural grace.

Then the transformation began.

Its head, torso, and limbs all started to grow quickly, violently. What was once small began to stretch and expand in all directions. Its skin tone shifted to a pallid gray, then darkened as coarse black hairs erupted across its body. Its arms elongated, muscles thickening as joints snapped into new configurations.

Four more limbs burst from its sides, making six in total—each of them long, clawed, and twitching with restless energy.

Adyr narrowed his eyes and watched the grotesque evolution unfold midair.

When the figure finally stabilized, towering and inhuman, he blinked once.

Then muttered, flatly: "What the fuck?"