Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 395 Creation of the First Container

Chapter 395 Creation of the First Container

She turned her head to the guardians of the garden, curiosity apparent in her furrowed brows, and asked, "What is he doing?"

The guardians themselves shook their heads in response, equally clueless about the man's intentions.

Seeing that they were as clueless as she was, the Princess of the Garden withdrew her gaze and refocused it on Orion. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what he was attempting to achieve.

Meanwhile, as Orion continued to guide the Vylkr energy toward his heart, he felt an overwhelming intoxication of strength slowly spreading throughout his body.

This sensation helped him understand why they had been warned against creating two containers at once. With such an intoxicating feeling rushing through him and a ravenous hunger for strength now coursing through his body as a warrior, the temptation to create another container and surpass his peers was undeniable.

However, Orion knew that creating another container was a dangerous proposition, and he would have brushed aside the thought if it weren't for the fact that the Vylkr energy was now significantly suppressed within his body.

Taking in a deep breath, Orion steeled himself as he redirected the flow of the Vylkr energy toward his brain.? Normally, this would have been deemed impossible due to the chaotic nature of the Vylkr energy.

But given his current circumstances, Orion chose to take the risk. Gradually, as he condensed the Vylkr energy at the core of his heart, it transformed into an inky black void, akin to a voracious black hole swallowing everything in its path.

Orion satisfied that he had successfully created a container within his heart, watched as the inky black sphere continued to attract and consume the remaining Vylkr energy within his body.

His attention then shifted to the Vylkr energy flowing toward his brain. To prevent it from being drawn into the heart container, Orion guided it toward the centre of his brain.

Orion had been warned that creating his first container would bring about excruciating pain, discomfort, and agonizing suffering, experiences he could scarcely imagine. Yet, here he was, in the process of forming another container, shortly after creating the first, as though it were a stroll through a peaceful park.

Creating another inky-black ball devoid of light that seemed to devour anything that came near it, Orion couldn't help but grin triumphantly.

He felt immense joy welling up in his heart as he realized that this second container had fully taken shape and was now competing with the first container within his heart for control over the strands of Vylkr energy coursing through his body.

To Orion, there didn't seem to be any immediate difference in how he felt, except that the Vylkr energy within him was now concentrated in two different places, easily accessible at his command. However, after a while of attempting to control the flow of the Vylkr energy toward the direction of the two containers, he soon came to understand that forming a container was far more complex than he had imagined.

Meanwhile, the Princess of the Garden continued to observe Orion with intense curiosity, her eyes locked onto him as she struggled to decipher his intentions.

Suddenly, her eyes widened as she witnessed black tendrils of chaotic Vylkr energy emerging from his chest, gradually spreading to every inch of his body.

This shocking transformation prompted her to instinctively take a step back, her fear palpable.

The dark, sinuous strands of chaotic energy also manifested around his head, causing his hair to levitate and hover in the air.

These dark tendrils soon enshrouded his entire form, until all that remained visible to the Princess of the Garden was a man who seemed to be composed entirely of interwoven strands of inky-black energy.

The guardians, too, were taken aback by this unexpected turn of events. They immediately flew to the Princess of the Garden's side, forming a protective barrier around her.

Simultaneously, other guardians in the vicinity were drawn to the unusual influx of eerie energy emanating from Orion.

They abandoned their previous tasks, sensing a threat to the Garden itself.

One by one, they positioned themselves like a phalanx in front of the Princess of the Garden.

An unsettling chill crawled up their spines as they watched the mysterious figure obscured by the chaotic Vylkr energy.

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air.

"AAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Initially, they were poised to launch an attack, believing they were under assault, especially when they noticed the surrounding plants and grass withering and dying.

However, the Princess of the Garden intervened, ordering them to stand down. They remained vigilant, though, prepared to act if the situation escalated, regardless of her orders.

In the midst of this chaos, Orion could do nothing but unleash another blood-curdling scream, "AARRGGGHHHH!!!" It was as if his heart and brain were being brutally torn from his body, only to be shoved back into their rightful places repeatedly.

The Vylkr energy seemed to invade his very blood vessels, intertwining with them, causing Orion to bleed profusely from his ears and every other three orifices.

It was a nightmarish ordeal, one that made him acutely aware that if the Vylkr energy had not been relatively docile, he might have risked his life, succumbing to the unforgiving process of gaining greater strength.

Regardless, there was no turning back now; the deed had been done.

Thus, Orion steeled himself and allowed his voice to pierce the air, his agonized cries echoing through the endless torment. His entire being felt as though it were being systematically torn apart and painstakingly reassembled, piece by piece.

Both Vylkr energy containers in his brain and heart worked relentlessly to ensure that his body could withstand their presence.

"ARRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

For what felt like an eternity, his screams echoed, signifying the amount of time a man and his spirit fought through relentless damnation to attain strength. Numbness gradually enveloped his body, bringing an inexplicable sense of relief—one he relished with each passing moment as the surging Vylkr energy stabilized, no longer threatening to rend him asunder.