THE GOD EATER

Each force unit was used to create a vibrating string within the empty space of the fourth layer. Combined with the 100,000 vibrating strings that he had before, he now had a total of 1 million vibrating strings.

When the 1 million strings became complete, the vibrating strings thickened. They doubled in thickness and became stronger.

He expected to become stronger because of this. After all, this was what had happened the previous three times since he upgraded the force organ.

However, what happened was that the force organ would go haywire. The force organ turned into a golden flame and began consuming his lifespan.

In an attempt not to die because of running out of lifespan, he consumed all of the world’s essence in his possession. But this still wasn’t enough, so he activated the Devouring Ability to consume the living things in his Cave Heaven.

As he was wondering why he lost control of the force organ, the golden flame jumped from Fenrir to cover his whole body. Then his whole world became overwhelmed by flames.

His hearing and sight became full of flames. All he could see and all he could hear were the flames.

In fact, all of his senses could only perceive the fire burning him to death. This raised the pain to another level because he could even taste his existence being wiped away by the fire.

The pain was so overwhelming that he lost consciousness. His world faded to black as he lost consciousness. Then all of a sudden, light appeared, and the world returned to him.

When he looked around, he realized that he was sitting down beside the door of a wooden shack. His eyes looked down and saw a small body wearing rags.

To his left was an older man who was also wearing rags. A small girl was holding the man’s hand.

The small girl was gaunt and dirty. She looked frail, as if she could break at any moment. And just like him and the man, she was wearing rags.

There was fear on the small girl’s face. She was clearly frightened, but the older man didn’t seem to care.

The man’s mind seemed to be preoccupied with something because his gaze was unfocused. Whatever he was preoccupied with didn’t seem to be a good thing because his teeth were gritted and his fists were clenched in anger.

Even the hand holding the small girl was also clenched. This caused the small girl to flinch in pain.

The man’s grip was clearly painful to her. But she only let tears stream down her face and didn’t say a word. She was choosing to endure the pain instead of making any fuss about the source of the pain.

Eventually, the man’s grip got too strong, so she had to cry out in pain. Her cry finally brought the man’s attention to her. He bent down to console her. He whispered to her while he rubbed her small hand tenderly to ease the pain.

While this was happening, there was the sound of a woman crying in the house behind them. There was the sound of a man grunting and hitting the woman.

After the sound of a slap ran out, the man in the room said, "Go on. Fight me. It is only fun when you resist."

These words caused a flood of memories to drown Loki’s mind. For a while, his eyes became unfocused.

As he was reminiscing about the past, he chuckled inwardly and said to himself, ’So that’s where I got that proverb about rape from. I had almost forgotten.’

The memories that surged through his mind were unpleasant memories that he had tried to bury and forget. But now, they came galloping through his mind like the waters of a dam that had broken.

It was unpleasant, to say the least. But he was no longer that weak ten-year slave boy, so the memories didn’t feel as bad as they ought to be. In fact, he had enough presence of mind to be detached as he recollected everything that had happened to him.

Because of the influx of memories, he knew that he was now ten years old and had been fighting in deathmatches for three years now for food.

He also knew that the man beside him was his father, while the small girl was his first sister. As for what was going on in the wooden shack behind him, it was the probable conception of his second sister.

When he recovered from the deluge of memories, it was to the sound of another slap coming from the shack. Then the man in the shack cursed angrily, saying, "You bitch. You’re going to pay for that."

There were more slaps after that, and they were followed by more crying. In response, the man beside Loki became agitated again. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and he seemed to be in pain, even though he wasn’t the one being beaten and raped.

His father looked like he wanted to hit something. But he ultimately didn’t do anything with his anger. His pain could only tear at him from within in a bid to find an outlet to vent.

When Loki saw this, he knew why his father didn’t let his anger make him act out. Even as a child, he knew that the consequences of a slave showing anger just because one of the slave managers was having their way with his slave wife would be dire.

Now that he was seeing everything happen again, he thought to himself, ’At the end of the day, it is because he was weak. He was weak, so he had to stand by and do nothing as someone he cared about was violated and harmed.’

In truth, Loki felt detached from this memory. This was because back then, he hadn’t been attached to his family. He hadn’t cared about them because he was a grown man in a child’s body.