Looking at the unknown liquid before him, thick with murky yellowish-black sludge, Ash had seen with his own eyes that it contained maggot paste, bone powder, and even mysterious objects resembling feces.
It had made the liquid before him extremely viscous.
Some of it even resembled the result of diarrhea.
"Drink it. It will help you understand your own power," Pablo's uncle urged.
Listening to the wails of the evil spirits outside the barrier, Ash did not particularly care about those things himself, but he hated trouble.
So he wanted to deal with this trouble as quickly as possible.
He raised the foul-smelling liquid and drained it in one gulp.
The gritty sensation sliding down his throat made him dry-heave. It felt as though countless maggots had crawled into his body.
It even felt as if countless tiny maggots were lodged between his teeth, prying at his gums.
Then pain and numb itching spread throughout his body, making him tremble uncontrollably.
"Hold on! You will see your true self!" Pablo's uncle said.
Ash dropped to his knees in agony, vomiting a long stream of black water. He felt as though something had gone wrong—maggots were crawling through his bones.
He even had an absurd sensation.
That his body itself was made of these maggots, and if he vomited them all out, perhaps all that would remain of him would be a sheet of human skin.
After the brief discomfort passed.
Ash felt himself lose all sensation of his body. Every painful memory from the past became a real reenactment, playing before him like a movie.
The evil spirit biting his ass, his girlfriend's head flying through the air, those torn-apart bodies—every scene was so real.
He could even clearly see the face of his long-forgotten girlfriend on that floating head,