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

Chapter 205: Spiral Versus Sovereign

The world was quiet for exactly three seconds.

Then it bent.

The horizon warped as the Spiral God's avatar descended—not with thunder, but with a sickening silence, as if reality itself recoiled. The monstrosity known as Rhollath did not walk or fly; it spiraled through the air like a wound uncoiling in the fabric of the world. Its body was an impossible mass of fused flesh and divine will—limbs that did not match, mouths that never closed, and eyes that blinked in reverse. Every inch of it screamed betrayal, a god born not of devotion but of sacrifice.

The priests had summoned it, thinking to see their god take form.

Instead, they had become its form.

More than 250,000 faithful—every priest and follower present in the ritual—had been devoured, fused together into a living structure of power. The Spiral God had not answered their prayers with salvation, but with consumption, using them as raw material to manifest an avatar that far surpassed its original limitations. In this form, Rhollath's stats exceeded 40,000 across the board, a monstrous amplification powered by agony, faith, and mass.

This form was temporary—the god's voice echoed into the Spiral with certainty: it could last only a week before the fused biomass decayed. But if it succeeded in devouring Isaac, in absorbing his soul, body, and system—it could make this body permanent, stabilizing its presence in this world forever.

And that… it could not allow.

—

On the battlefield scorched by Isaac's earlier devastation, dust and fire still lingered in the air. The army had withdrawn to the edges, leaving only a few to observe from the ridgeline. Vaelyss, Sylvalen, Selene, and Lira stood in solemn silence as the Spiral avatar emerged, towering and shifting with every breath.

Isaac stood at the center, facing a god.

There was no fear in his eyes.

Just calculation.

"I want everyone out of the radius," Isaac said quietly, his voice calm and absolute. "It's not coming for any of you. It's here for me."

Sylvalen hesitated, lips tightening. "Isaac—"

He didn't look back.

"I'll be fine. But if I lose… don't let it touch my soul."

Selene's eyes widened. Lira stepped forward, her hand reaching toward him—but Isaac had already moved.

—

Rhollath spiraled downward, the air screaming around it. Space bent as it accelerated, an entire mountain of spiraling flesh and god-infused mass collapsing into a singular direction. Its intent was absolute: devour the anomaly. End the cyclebreaker. Stabilize its form. Kill Isaac, and the Spiral God would never have to leave this world again.

But Isaac was already reacting.

"[Stat Rechannel – Rank EX]→ Transfer all stats to Agility. Confirm."

The system obeyed instantly.

His body blurred as time around him seemed to slow. One moment he was on the ground—the next, gone, leaping from crater to crater, spiraling around the incoming titan with a speed that defied observation. The place where he had stood a breath ago imploded, consumed by the Spiral Field's warping of space. If he had hesitated for even half a heartbeat, he would've been erased.

But Isaac was done hesitating.

He appeared above Rhollath's shoulder—mid-air, bathed in moonlight and soulflame.

"[Stat Rechannel – Rank EX]→ Transfer all stats to Strength. Confirm."

The surge of power that flowed through him was instant. His body expanded with heat and pressure. A single conjured blade—a greatsword twice his height—materialized in his grasp, wrapped in the glow of [Phantom Legion].

He swung.

The shockwave split the earth.

The slash cleaved through a portion of Rhollath's upper body, tearing a spiraled head apart in a shower of liquefied flesh and light. The impact cratered the landscape below, flattening rock and causing fault lines to rupture in every direction.

Rhollath screamed—not in pain, but in rage. Its body twisted, devoured the missing flesh, and regenerated within seconds. Another head formed, larger, screaming two seconds into the future as predictive consciousness took hold.

"You must return to the Spiral."

"You cannot exist outside the Loop."

"You are the fracture."

—

Isaac landed on a platform of floating soulsteel summoned from his Vault. He was already reallocating again.

"[Stat Rechannel – Rank EX]→ Transfer all stats to Intelligence. Confirm."

Phantom weapons spiraled into existence around him—hundreds, then thousands, each glowing with enhanced charge capacity. He didn't need to aim. They were part of him.

He simply pointed forward.

The weapons responded.

They launched in sequence—curving, weaving, predicting the Spiral's movements even as Rhollath tried to adapt with its three-second foresight. The blades struck from unexpected vectors, carving holes through the avatar's outer shell and penetrating its defensive recursion layers.

Three blades hit the core spiral on its chest.

The feedback was immediate—violent.

Rhollath's form pulsed violently, spewing reality-bending pulses as thousands of embedded souls howled in unison. Their screams were confused, panicked—betrayed.

"He lied!"

"We served him!"

"He ate us!"

—

But Rhollath was far from finished.

It countered with a shift—a complete turn of its torso that erased the surrounding terrain in a spiral-wide collapse of matter. The entire field around Isaac went dark as space buckled, preparing to trap him in an endless recursion loop.

"[Stat Rechannel – Rank EX]→ Transfer all stats to Endurance. Confirm."

The next moment, Rhollath's massive limb slammed into him with the force of an ancient god.

The world cracked.

The mountain behind him disintegrated.

And Isaac was buried in a pit that should've vaporized any living thing.

But when the light cleared…

He stood again.

Bloodied, but breathing. His footing strong. His gaze unshaken.

Rhollath's many eyes widened, spirals dilating.

"You… should have broken."

Isaac's lips curled slightly.

"I'm not here to be devoured."

"[Stat Rechannel – Rank EX]→ Transfer all stats to Strength. Confirm."

A new weapon appeared in his hands—larger, heavier, vibrating with potential.

He slammed it down.

The resulting force leveled the land in front of him, sending Rhollath staggering back for the first time.

—

Far in the distance, soldiers and companions watched in speechless awe.

"He's not human," Vaelyss whispered.

"No," Selene murmured. "He's the system's mistake—and the gods' reckoning."

Sylvalen's hand trembled at her chest.

She said only one word:

"Isaac."

—

As the next spiral wave began to build in Rhollath's core, Isaac took a long breath.

He wasn't just fighting to survive.

He was fighting to deny this god its permanence.

To deny it his body, his soul, his very existence.

And as long as he could move, think, and shift his strength—

—he would not be devoured.