Chapter 451 Beelzebub Evidence Eater
After emerging from the spiral that divides logic, the world became very silent, like the silence of a night without sound. Too silent, as if all voices had been swallowed by darkness.
Fitran and Beelzebub stood on cracked ground, the fissures resembling open wounds, exhaling swirling gray smoke. These cracks were not the result of ordinary destruction—rather, they were a rejection of structure, a protest from something greater. This place was not an ordinary space; it was a boundary separating reality from origin, a gap revealing everything that should remain hidden. It was the crack between the visible world and a terrifying dimension. Here, beings like Beelzebub were created... and punished if they crossed the defined limits.
As Fitran looked ahead, his heart raced. He knew something had come, not an ordinary creature, nor a god. But the original body of Beelzebub, a representation of all madness and darkness that could be.
The sky bulged, melting like black liquid, spreading in all directions. From the crack in the sky, a horrifying shape emerged: nine layers of stomachs spinning like the gears of hell, rotating with a rhythm that created tension.
Each stomach dripped liquid glyphs, symbols seemingly forced out from that darkness, symbols that could not be read without losing the language that had been known. Each glyph seemed to vibrate, creating ripples in the atmosphere of their standing location.
From within the first stomach, a voice echoed, resonating like a scream from the depths of darkness:
"You have loved."
"Then you are no longer one of us."
The second stomach whispered in a tone that heightened the tension, its voice seeping into the soul:
"Once you are bound by emotion, you betray the foundation of our system."
The third stomach roared, its voice a dome full of threats surrounding them: