Kylia woke up after long hours, feeling such a strong headache that it made him vomit right there.

  Wiping his mouth, Kylia managed to regain consciousness. He was in a rusted cell; a fetid smell reached his nose.

  He turned to his right and saw a man. The man's body was worn out, with burns, blows, and cuts that exposed the flesh of his muscles.

  "That's where that smell comes from, how disgusting," Kylia thought to himself. Looking more closely at the cell, he realized he was underground; the corridors were illuminated by a type of misty fire that Kylia did not recognize.

  The place looked worn but was very well built: it was a cell of about 2 square meters where two prisoners were left chained fixed to the wall. Kylia was no exception.

  After 2 days of confinement, Kylia managed to notice some things, among them the meal schedules—often just a piece of hard bread—and the guards' treatment of the prisoners.

  Frequently, Kylia heard how the guards beat and tortured the male prisoners, and he heard the sexual abuse toward the female prisoners. Thanks to his childish appearance, Kylia managed to remain unpunished from the guards' punishments. However, it did not spare him from the sexual harassment from nearby prisoners due to his androgynous appearance.

  After all, he was alive thanks to the sacrifice of his parents. With his body dirty, Kylia promised to survive that punishment.

  At that very moment, he heard footsteps of multiple people. Kylia managed to distinguish at least 7. The closer they got, the more noise they made. He heard the guards' voices, but he couldn't understand what they were saying because they were still too far away.

  In a few minutes, the guards were in front of Kylia's cell. In the middle of them: Kristine.

  The woman looked even younger; now she appeared about 20 years old, in the prime of her youth. Even so, her mature appearance struck deep fear into the heart of anyone who dared to look at her.

  Kristine wore an elegant gray suit that accentuated her curves well; her black hair stood out with red eyes that Kylia had never noticed in her before.

  Kristine's pale hands approached the rusted steel bars of the cell without touching them.

  —Open the door —Kristine ordered the guards.

  The cell door opened quickly. Kylia had never seen how it was opened. Now he saw how the rusted iron bars descended, hiding themselves in what seemed like liquid earth.

  —Take him.

  That was the only thing Kylia managed to hear before 4 of the 6 guards accompanying Kristine surrounded him.

  The 4 grabbed Kylia by his limbs; he couldn't move. He only saw a flash of light before losing consciousness.

  When he woke up, he found himself tied by hands and feet to a table. The pain in his wrists and heels was unbearable.

  A flash of white light took over his vision, blinding him momentarily. A doctor dressed in a white coat stained with what appeared to be dried blood approached Kylia's small body.

  —Give me a scalpel —the doctor said to a nearby nurse while examining Kylia's body.

  Kylia looked around trying to find help; the only thing he saw was a dark room, surprisingly clean, illuminated only by the flash of light aimed at his eyes.

  He began to feel a burning in his stomach: hunger. His body seemed much thinner; his pale skin almost clinging to the bones, giving him a macabre appearance.

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  He turned his head and looked directly at the doctor. The man, now ready, put on gloves to grab what looked like a very small red stone, almost the size of a fingertip.

  Kylia felt pain in his body again, this time a headache that threatened his sanity. Curling his body slightly, he endured the pain to understand what they were going to do to him.

  He saw the doctor's hand approaching slowly; he made a clean cut in Kylia's abdomen. The blood was slow to come out.

  Kylia let out a scream. He had never felt direct pain in his life, and now they were opening his body while he was unable to do anything. Amid the screams, he felt something entering his mouth: a blonde nurse, with fair skin and dressed in white, placed a cloth in it.

  Kylia began to let out muffled screams while watching the doctor insert two fingers into the 10 cm long cut in his abdomen.

  The doctor opened the wound with his fingers; when he saw Kylia's small intestine, he proceeded to make another cut in the child's body.

  Now with the body open, the doctor took the fingertip-sized stone and inserted it into Kylia's small intestine.

  Kylia screamed desperately from the pain, but no one was going to help him. He begged for mercy; in his heart he prayed that his parents would come to save him.

  The screams did not stop; fear completely took hold of him. Then, suddenly, it stopped hurting. The cuts in his stomach had closed; a painful but relieving burning calmed the pain.

  The peace did not last long: Kylia's body began to redden rapidly, the veins swelled abruptly, making the doctors believe he was going to explode.

  The screams returned, this time much worse; the pain from the stone in his intestine was overwhelming. Kylia felt things he had never felt before. His muscles began to tear, causing agonizing burning; the swollen veins caused internal hemorrhages.

  His eyes wanted to explode and his throat tear apart. The red color of his body was blood. Soon eruptions began to appear on the skin, expelling blood from various parts; his throat bled from the tearing screams.

  The doctors observed Kylia's small body —he didn't even seem to be 12 years old—: now pale red, malnourished, with eruptions that made him bleed all over his body. The muffled screams almost provoked empathy in the doctor, but he did not stop the suffering.

  After a few minutes of anguish, the cloth in his mouth —full of blood— stopped getting stained. The red skin returned to its natural white tone; the eruptions disappeared in an instant, and the wounds were no longer visible. Kylia had fallen into a deep sleep. The room, previously flooded with screams, fell into a profound silence.

  Days later, Kylia woke up with his body regenerated: he no longer felt pain and felt physically stronger. He felt he had grown almost 10 cm in height and his body was in excellent condition.

  Upon becoming aware of his location, he found himself trapped in a closed capsule, made of cold metal, similar to an incubator.

  His body was submerged in a liquid while his mouth used a kind of oxygen mask to breathe. When he opened his eyes fully, he saw Kristine smiling at him.

  He was taken out of the machine by 2 men at least 2 meters tall. They carried him to an operating table, where this time Kristine was in charge.

  The woman took out a large knife and opened Kylia's interior, provoking a strong desperate scream. Kylia couldn't move due to some paralyzing agent. Kristine used the knife to make a cut in the abdomen and insert a small egg inside him. Without wasting time, she closed the abdomen with needle and thread and sent him back to the capsule.

  Weeks passed; Kylia's body began to become uglier. His androgynous appearance increasingly resembled a woman, but scales appeared on his skin. Pus outbreaks came out of his body, causing him a lot of pain.

  Kylia felt his bones breaking: his shoulders broke while decreasing in size; his childish hips widened, giving him a more feminine and adult appearance.

  He felt the egg in his stomach; when it moved, it caused convulsions that left him lying on the floor. His blood became increasingly toxic; he felt it burning as if he were drinking acid.

  His hair and teeth began to fall out due to the deterioration. His eyes turned red from the swelling of the veins. He felt the slow and painful changes: female breasts grew on him; his penis hurt, deforming into a grotesque false uterus shape.

  His head was a mess: he heard and saw things he hadn't seen before, demons and angels trying to control him. One of the angels, named Apate, told him that he had to live, that he was the salvation of the world. But Kylia was too tired to listen.

  During the weeks locked up, he was subjected to multiple experiments: his rapid regeneration and superhuman strength were topics of conversation. The scientists raised Kylia's bond level so that he could gestate what he heard called the "Mother of the Earth."

  Thus, Kylia reached bond level 6 with his God, which made him incredibly strong within the natural. But his body was shattered inside and out: his stomach looked like that of a 7-month pregnant woman, causing him deep pain in his small body.

  Kylia was about to end it all at 11 years old, when, one week while Kristine was away, a guard unleashed chaos possessed by the same corruption as Kylia, losing control of his body and mind.

  The blond man lunged at one of the doctors, killing him on the spot. He took a weapon and began fighting with his companions. He seemed in a "Berserk" state: pierced by spears, he kept fighting. The guard's keys fell, landing just a couple of meters from Kylia's weakened body.