The Second Head, the Devouring Skull

As he felt the despair and helplessness of being chewed apart, the Devouring Lord, his mind on the verge of collapse, let out a strange howl and a bitter laugh.

He realized that everything he had endured for so long had been one enormous joke!

He had survived countless hardships and moments of despair.

Yet just as hope came within reach, he, who had devoured countless beings, was being eaten by someone beneath even his slaves!

"You cannot eat me! You cannot digest the great Devouring Bloodline!"

"The Side Effects of this Bloodline will tear your mind and body apart!"

"You will become a slave to devouring and sink forever into endless hunger!"

With most of his remaining core already chewed to pieces, the Devouring Lord could only threaten Evan with the miserable fate awaiting him.

Evan kept chewing. "Tell that to the Magic Potion in my stomach."

Crunch, crunch...

As the chewing continued, Byron and Greenfire, hidden in the Rectal Space, looked at each other. Both saw the same bewilderment and disbelief in the other's eyes.

"Does... does this guy eat absolutely anything?" Byron clutched his head with both hands, his eyes widening instinctively.

Greenfire's skull-like pupils dilated slightly. He stared at a corner of the floor and muttered to himself.

"Hee hee hee... How can a monster like this exist?"

Gulp!

At the sound of swallowing, both of them snapped back to their senses.

The Devouring Lord's muffled voice could even reach them through Evan's body.

But all they could hear now were strange howls and one final, mournful cry.

Then everything fell completely silent.

The mighty being who had survived across epochs seemed to have caused no disturbance at all inside this body.

As Evan finished chewing the entire core, a new prompt appeared on his Panel.