I Was Reborn in Another World, But I Awoke Inside a Corpse

Chapter 204: The Spiral Throne

Beneath the broken lands of the Ironroot frontier, something had been waiting.

Long before Isaac arrived.Long before the monsters were born.Even before the Spiral marks first etched themselves into the stone.

It had been waiting.

And now, the faithful had come.

—

There were no horns. No war cries. No siege engines.

Only chanting.

Thousands of voices echoing across a shattered canyon hidden in the southern depths. Stone altars spanned the craters where ley lines once ran pure. Spiral markings twisted across every surface—scorched into walls, burned into air, drifting through the mist like breathing sigils.

At the center stood the faithful.

Over 50,000 Spiral priests, each garbed in black-red robes and chained helms that covered their eyes.Behind them, over 200,000 zealots, followers of the Spiral Doctrine—peasants, warriors, warlocks, nobles, even monsters that had once been men.

All knelt in unison before a massive altar carved from corrupted crystal.

A single priest—the Herald of Recursion—raised his hands.

"It is time," he intoned, "to birth the Spiral. The God of All Return. The Curved End. The Endless Eye."

"The One Who Watches," the crowd echoed.

"The One Who Sees," the priests followed.

"The One Who Is."

They poured their mana, their blood, their essence into the altar. Spirals lit across the floor—patterns within patterns, turning ever inward. Screams rang out as limbs twisted, as bones broke and rearranged.

It was not a summoning.

It was an offering.

And they did not realize it until it was too late.

—

One priest's mouth opened in horror as the spiral etched across his chest began to spin—inside his body.

"No… wait—WAIT!"

He collapsed as his flesh melted into ash.

Then another. Then ten. Then a hundred.

The chants turned to screams.

They had expected their god to descend into a vessel.What they had summoned instead…

Was themselves.

All of them.

Into one.

—

The Spiral God took form.

And that form was wrong.

A mass of thousands of fused bodies, shifting with every breath. Eyes blinked from impossible angles. Mouths screamed silently from its back. Hands reached from its chest, clawing at nothing. Its head split into three spirals—each turning opposite directions at once.

It had no feet—only a long tail of souls.

And at the center of its body, pulsing like a black sun, was a core spiral where space bent inward like a whirlpool of reality.

It rose—taller than a fortress.

And it laughed.

Or maybe it screamed.

Or maybe both.

—

Above, on the scorched field where Isaac and his companions were regrouping, the wind stopped.

The mana in the air collapsed.

Isaac turned, and every hair on his body stood on end.

From the cracks in the far horizon, it emerged.

Not walking.

Not flying.

But descending—as if space itself opened and poured it in.

He felt it before he saw it.

The spiral.

The weight of something that should not exist.

The soldiers fell to their knees. Some wept. Some clawed at their eyes.

Selene stepped forward, lips pale. "It's here."

Lira snarled. "That's not a monster."

Sylvalen whispered, "That's a god."

Isaac activated [Soulpiercer Sight – Rank A].

And the system answered.

[TARGET STATUS – Spiral Avatar: Rhollath the Endless Spiral]Form: Avatar Constructed from the Mass of 250,000 Fused FaithfulTrue Name: Rhollath, He Who Unwinds

HP: ??? / ???MP: ??? / ???

Strength: 41,990Agility: 44,300Endurance: 46,200Intelligence: 47,105Willpower: 48,900Charisma: 40,802Luck: ???

Class: Outer God of Recursion – Avatar ManifestationDomain: Spiral, Fusion, Infinite CyclesKnown Skills:– Recursive Birth (???): Reforms body each time it is killed unless spiral core is destroyed.– All-Seeing Coil (???): Sees all actions, potential paths, and possible reactions within 3 seconds of prediction.– God-Eater Spiral (???): Devours skills and abilities on contact.– Spiral Field Collapse: Warps local space into imploding recursive loops.

Warning: Avatar exceeds current world stability threshold. Cataclysmic interaction detected.

Isaac closed the window slowly.

Everyone looked at him.

"...What did it say?" Lira asked.

Isaac clenched his fists.

"It's not an illusion. It's not a projection. That's a real body—a god's avatar."

Sylvalen drew her blade, even though she knew it wouldn't help.

"And its stats?"

Isaac stared forward.

"…Most of them are over forty thousand."

Silence.

Then the sky cracked.

Rhollath turned its spiraled gaze toward them.

Its body shifted. Arms melted into wings. Mouths howled in reverse.

And from the crater of its chest, a hundred voices screamed in betrayal:

"WE WORSHIPED YOU—!"

"WHY—!?"

"WHY!?"

And Rhollath replied—

Without words.

Only with the collapse of reason.