Jabbing a thin and hollow tendril into his chest, the God began to pump him full of a viscous liquid, it felt like ice was being shot through his viens with every beat of his heart.

This tendril was delivering its payload directly into his heart.

What really got under his skin was the singing, the endless and overwhelming singing.

What was being sung was beyond but he felt some part of himself reacting to it, like how when he was climbing somewhere high his ears would pop.

Another tendril sliced into him, penetrating his skin and injecting something into his liver.

Then another one dug in through his back and drilled into his spine, he lost all feeling in his legs but he could still see when another three tendrils began to rip apart his flesh and wiggle inside of his legs.

He looked away in horror and as he did so he noticed how everything was becoming blurry.

He felt drunk, he felt like he was dying, he felt like he was God.

Glancing back down at his chest he saw a squirming mass of tendrils pushing their way inside of him, pulling out organs and stuffing wiggling bits of meat back into him.

And then he felt a question being asked, not by the God, or by his bewildered and besieged subconscious, but by the system.

Initially, he understood what it was asking, it was wondering if he wanted to change classes.

A class change was the stuff of legend, to his knowledge not a single human had been able to undergo one, they only knew about it because of a captured Kaswal. Even then it was treated as false by many.

He tried to gulp but he couldn’t looking down he saw why, a tendril had snaked its way inside his throat, tearing apart his jugular vein in the process.

He would be choking on his own blood but he had a sneaking suspicion his lungs were also being removed.

Accepting the class change everything shifted and changed, like he’d been partly blind all his life and had just put on glasses.

The change was impossible for him to understand but he knew there’d been one, everything was different he just couldn’t put his finger on how.

Gazing up at the still-dead sky while everything below his eyes got butchered, he prepared to call upon the system and see what his new status was.

But before he could his vision was blocked, two tendrils hovered just above his eyes and then they plunged down and robbed him of them.

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He was blind, the only sense he had left was hearing and he wished he didn’t have it.

The singing was loud and overbearing but it was also subdued, it was the volume that was loud it was what was being said.

So he could still hear the squelching of flesh and breaking of bone as he was torn apart.

At least the God had been kind enough to offer him some form of painkillers.

Slowly his vision returned but it wasn’t real, he wasn’t getting pulled apart and put back together like some furniture on a mountain.

He was floating idly above an unending sky, it was pure blue and stretched out beyond the horizon in every direction.

He couldn’t see the end of it, no matter where he looked he couldn’t even see the stars.

He was floating within this perfect shade of blue, slowly being pulled towards what he expected was the bottom.

Knowing it probably wouldn’t work but choosing to give it a go anyway, he started to swim.

And it worked!

He began pushing his way upwards, kicking up with his feet as he sored ever higher.

It was hard to keep track of time in this weird dream but by the time he finally saw something different, at least half an hour had passed.

A distant white light was shining ahead of him, a glorious star or satellite of some kind, perhaps a meteorite.

No matter how hard he swam he didn’t feel tired so he just kept going, getting ever closer to the white light and it felt like it was getting closer to him.

He wondered if perhaps this was the afterlife and he was heading towards heaven, that God had lied to him and killed him.

Though it wouldn’t be a lie he supposed since it never promised he would live anyway.

At least he was somewhere beautiful and comforting, he hadn’t seen such a pretty sky on any of the worlds he’d gone to and he certainly hadn’t seen such a sky back on Earth.

It smelt of salt almost which was funny, maybe some incense were being burned for his lost team and that’s why he could smell salt?

Looking around for what must have been the hundredth time he didn’t see anyone else, he was alone here. The others must have already gone ahead to the light.

It felt freeing to him to know there was something after death, all his mortal concerns were trivial when compared to the eternity of the afterlife.

The light was also definitely coming towards him, he’d stopped when he was looking around and yet it was still getting closer.

With renewed energy he rushed to met it, swimming forwards with every bit of limitless stamina that he’d been gifted.

As he got closer to it and it in turn got closer to him, he could see other sources of white arranged out below it.

Like a gate with spikes almost, and there seemed to be an opening as the spikes slowly started to lift up.

Waiting patiently that’s when he saw the two gleaming yellow lights just below the perfect white one and his heart sank.

He could turn around and try to swim away desperately but there was no escaping this, it was faster than him.

Getting closer he was able to better see it in the clear blue, its leathery skin and its needle-like fangs that were actually probably the size of pillars.

It propelled itself towards him with a tail that looked like it should belong on some sort of aquatic animal rather than a deep sea fish.

With its maw fully opened it swallowed him whole and darkness engulfed him.