A crack split open across the embryo.
A pale, perfect arm reached out.
Its proportions were flawless, its pores nearly invisible. Every inch of it seemed as perfect as the finest work of art, painstakingly carved.
Yet upon closer inspection, it gave off an uncanny sense of incongruity.
Beautiful, yet devoid of human warmth.
At last, the embryo completely split open. Everything was absorbed by the body, while the final thin layer of fetal membrane transformed into a white cloak draped over the spawn.
Little Chen was still caught between sleep and wakefulness.
He knew he was dreaming, yet he could not wake from it.
Fortunately, the stabbing pain across his body, as if he were being sliced by sharp blades, had vanished.
Even the cold sweat on his face had lessened considerably.
The spawn looked toward the newborn spawn.
They smiled at each other.
They were Mother of Birth's most beloved descendants, as well as Her most loyal believers and soldiers.
They regarded Mother of Birth's commands as everything. Whether She ordered them to eliminate something or to die, they would never raise any objection.
The newborn spawn sensed the remnants of information left behind by the anomaly it had devoured, digesting and analyzing them one by one.
"They've made their move."
The spawn smiled excitedly. "They've finally come."
Mother of Birth had ordered them to continuously spread spores, even rapidly producing vast numbers of Anomaly Tamers in a short time.
It was all to force out the Weird God behind the Horror Game.
Such a massive upheaval had occurred in the Dungeon worlds.
That Weird God must have noticed it long ago, yet it had never acted. Perhaps it was observing from the sidelines, or perhaps it feared that it could not handle Mother of Birth.
It was