Chapter 8: Rebirth in the Abyss

I have been trapped in this underground prison for months, ever since my captors had thrown me in here and left me to rot.

Ever since then maybe it was the consumption of the light emitting mushroom or the adaptability of my body but I had adapted to the darkness, my eyes slowly adjusting until I could see every crack and crevice of the prison to such an extent that it could even make out the symbols etched into the walls.

But it wasn't just my eyes that had changed. Something else had happened to me, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I had been bitten by a centipede, one of the many that lurked in the shadows of the cave. At first, I thought it would be the end of me. The venom had coursed through my veins, burning like fire as it spread through my body. But I had fought against it, and somehow, I had won.

I glanced at the centipede passing near me.

It was the one responsible for biting my wrist and even though I almost died because of the centipede's venom, I felt no animosity toward the small creature.

It was just an animal that didn't know better.

I did not particularly hate or fear the centipede since it did it out of survival. The centipede had to bite for it to live. The centipede slaughtered a large insect at the corner where I usually deposited my feces.

I didn't hate or fear it, even though I had almost died since I suspected that my ability to now "see" in the dark could have been caused by the centipede's venom.

As I watched it devour a large insect in the corner of the cave, I couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to this centipede than met the eye.

"What is that creature?" I muttered to myself, staring at the centipede. "Don't tell me it's a sealed demon." I had heard stories of people becoming stronger from surviving poison before, but I had never thought a normal centipede's venom could have such an effect. Was this creature a centipede, or something else? A demon, perhaps? Whatever it was, the venom had changed me, and I needed to know how.

With a determined step, I approached the centipede, my hand outstretched. It immediately opened its mouth wide, revealing its sharp fangs, and lunged at me. I caught it in my hand, feeling its writhing body as it dug its fangs into the back of my hand. The pain was immediate, a scorching heat that rushed through my veins like a fire. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, bracing myself for the agony that was to come. But as the venom coursed through my body, I realized that the pain wasn't as bad as I had feared. It was almost... bearable.

I let out a bitter laugh, feeling a sense of masochism creeping over me. "Great, now I'm becoming a masochist," I muttered, as I stared at the centipede in my hand. It had changed me, in ways that I couldn't even begin to understand, even the venom had begun to emit a glowing light in my veins.

The first time the centipede bit me, I was overwhelmed by intense pain and sure I would die. But the second time, the effects were milder. As the hours passed, the pain diminished and I felt an excitement building inside me. My vision was clearer than ever, and a smile appeared on my face for the first time in months. I sat up and looked at the centipede, which lay coiled up on the ground a few feet away. It appeared to be a normal centipede, but something about it seemed different. And then I saw it—a small, sparkling object in the crown of its head.

I was stunned. This centipede had a glowing gem and a unique venom, and I was determined to learn all I could about it. I spent my days observing it, analyzing its movements, and trying to imitate them. I also studied the cave's murals, trying to decipher if they held any ancient knowledge.

As the weeks went by, I changed both physically and mentally. My body grew stronger, my vision clearer, and my mind sharper. I even began playing with the centipede, testing its reactions and studying its habits. I would sneak up on it, trying to move like it, and watch as it raised its head and gazed at me with its beady eyes. The centipede was my only friend in this underground prison, and I was grateful for its company.

The sound of the centipede's movements echoed through the cave as it crawled along the ground. I could hear the faint rustle of its many legs against the rocky floor and the occasional chirp of an insect as it fell victim to the centipede's venom. My clothes were tattered, torn by the rugged terrain, and I had only my wit and determination to protect me.

I knew I couldn't stay there forever and had to find a way out, but for now I would continue to train my body, study the murals, and observe the centipede. I would make the most of the time I had and escape when the chance presented itself. Until then, I was happy to be reborn in the depths of this prison, both physically and mentally.

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