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

Chapter 207: The Spiral Has Fallen

The moment came in silence.

There was no trumpet. No prophecy fulfilled. No radiant choir.

Just a sudden stillness—then a system pulse that rippled across the entire world like an earthquake of meaning. Every beast, every kingdom, every continent that operated under the laws of the System felt it.

A message.

Branded into the sky, across oceans, and even deep into the Abyss.

[WORLD ANNOUNCEMENT]

THE SPIRAL GOD RHOLLATH HAS BEEN DESTROYED.

TRUE DEATH CONFIRMED.

EXECUTIONER: ISAAC

SPIRAL CYCLE INTERRUPTED. RECURSION CHAINS BROKEN.

ALL FAITH-BASED CONNECTIONS SEVERED.

No Spiral followers remained to witness the fall.

They had all been devoured—used as fuel to forge the avatar that Isaac had now erased from existence. There were no screams of despair or riots of grief. Just silence. The kind that followed after the final breath of a forgotten age.

—

Ash fell gently across the battlefield like snow.

Isaac stood alone at the center of ruin, surrounded by the scars of godly combat. Craters stretched for kilometers. Hills had been flattened. What once was a thriving expanse of terrain had become a monument to annihilation.

His breathing was steady. His cloak tattered. But his eyes… sharp.

A final system window bloomed before him, its golden glow reflected in his gaze.

[Devourer Omega Matrix – Ω Rank] Activated

Target: Rhollath – Avatar of Spiral God

Target Defeated.

Base Stats Absorbed (30%)

+12,600 Strength

+13,200 Agility

+13,860 Endurance

+14,130 Intelligence

+14,670 Willpower

+12,240 Charisma

??? Luck

Level Increased: 106 → 124

You may now select 10 new skills.

Newly Gained:

• [Unnamed Skill – Rank EX+]

A forbidden construct that allows the creation of an exceptionally powerful avatar by sacrificing bound believers. The stronger the sacrifice, the more powerful the avatar becomes. Permanently consumes targets.

[Unnamed Skill – Rank EX]

A twisted spiritual technique capable of manipulating soul-tethered corpses or spirits for forbidden rituals or fusion. Details obscured by system filters.

[Warning: These skills reflect the echoes of Rhollath's godhood and the depths of consumed recursion.]

Isaac read each word carefully.

He didn't blink.

Two new skills. Both dark. Both dangerous. But both his.

He didn't yet assign them. He didn't need to.

He simply understood what they meant.

Rhollath's death wasn't just a god's end.

It was a beginning.

—

Selene was the first to approach, her body coated in soot and soul-dust, but her expression clear. "You really did it," she whispered. "You killed a god."

Lira came next, speechless at first. Her hand trembled as she stepped into the aftermath, wide-eyed at the devastation. "That… wasn't just an avatar. That thing was real."

Sylvalen followed, her gaze quiet but focused. "It had no place in this world," she said. "You made sure it doesn't return."

Isaac said nothing at first. He stared at the distance—at the way the mana had cleared, how the cursed spiral glyphs in the air were gone.

"I did what needed to be done," he finally said. "But this wasn't just some victory."

He lowered his head slightly, jaw tight.

"This was a warning."

—

Elsewhere, unseen by mortals, gods stirred.

Some blinked in curiosity.

Others flinched in alarm.

And a few—ancient ones who once ruled in silence—marked a new name.

Isaac.

A man who stood where only divinity should.

A man who slew what was meant to be eternal.

They did not yet move.

But now… they watched.

—

That night, far from prayers and praises, while the survivors of Lilyshade rebuilt their camps and whispered tales of god-slaying glory, Isaac sat alone at the edge of the ruined ridge.

He had not assigned his ten new skills.

He had not tested the forbidden techniques now bound to his soul.

He simply stared up at the sky.

And wondered—

What comes next,

when even the gods begin to fear you?