Rebirth-Transcending All Beings-Chapter 47: God’s Demonic Left Eye

The afternoon was eerily quiet, a faint tremor stirred beneath the earth — shaking the trees like distant thunder crackling through stone.

The birds had long since fallen silent and the wind dared not speak.

Then. A crack.

From the heart of the ruined altar, a thin fracture of red lightning split the air with a shriek — the pedestal stood tall in the centre as the ruin began to collapse in on itself.

Then, the rumbling stopped — a deafening roar burst outward as the portal surged to life, ripping open a festering wound in the fabric of space.

And from its swirling maw of crimson and black they rushed out.

Not in handfuls. Not in battalions.

But thousands.

Pouring out like a flood, shrieking and clawing one another in a chaotic frenzy of teeth, wings and limbs. Some were grotesquely bloated while others slithered out like serpents. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Dozens of them took to the skies, their bat-like wings moving with the wind. The portal, now a gaping spiral of red lightning and shadow, raged with demonic energy.

The already hollow trees around the ruins began to rot further under its influence. The land itself rejected its presence yet it did not care.

It had already been opened.

And the world would feel its wrath.

Crack. Whoosh!

The portal closed in on itself, rippling with a final spurt of demonic energy before being sealed.

A few miles away, Eleanor halted her sprint, breath ragged as she glanced back.

Even from where she stood, she could see the flashes of crimson and blackness rising towards the heavens like ash from a burning world. "They’re here," she muttered.

In her arms, Vergil groaned again, sweat and blood mixed and matted his hair. The demonic energy in his half-formed eye reacted to the portal’s presence before finally fading.

She clenched her jaw, moving once more despite the trembling in her legs.

There was no more time.

The gate to hell had opened, and its spawn had come to show its terror once more.

Eleanor’s boots crunched against twisted roots and shriveled leaves as she ran.

The weight of Vergil, who was slung over her shoulder, grew heavier with each and every step

His body twitched and convulsed every now and then, faint green veins pulsed under his skin as the demonic energy continued ravaging his body.

The ominous howl of demons grew fainter behind them — but they weren’t far enough.

Not yet.

Then she saw it.

A narrow crack in a cliffside, half-covered by overgrowth — barely visible unless you were looking for it.

She didn’t hesitate, Eleanor crouched, moving past the vines and damp moss until the space opened up just enough to breathe.

The chamber was shallow, barely enough to even stretch out an arm, but it was cool, sheltered, dark and hidden beneath nature.

She gently laid Vergil on the stone floor, damp strands of her flowing hair brushing his pale face.

He was burning up and blood still trickled from his left retina.

The system voice echoed inside his head.

[Assimilation progress: 52%]

The half-formed iris pulsed with a crimson light in an uneven rhythm like a dying heart.

The sclera around the iris had darkened to an almost murky purple while the iris now started to form a black slit through the middle, though incomplete.

Power hummed in unstable bursts, as if struggling to exist, yet it felt alive — gazing at its surroundings.

Vergil clenched his jaw in his sleep, his body spasming once more, the veins in his arms flickered green as Verdant Regeneration fought against the damage.

Eleanor exhaled, letting her body collapse to the stone floor before lying beside him.

"You’d better wake up soon, we don’t have time."

*****

The next day arrived faster than usual, a bleak grey coated the sky as small rays of dim light fluttered through the mouth of the cave.

The screeches of demons echoed throughout the hollow forest filled with hollow trees — sometimes replaced by the distant growl.

But none were seen. Not yet.

Eleanor leaned her back against the stone wall that encased them, unmoving, eyes half-lidded from exhaustion.

Vergil’s head now rested gently on her lap, his breathing becoming steadier though still shallow. His body had long since stopped convulsing in the middle of the night.

The green veins no longer pulsing to fight back the demonic energy but rather accepting it as part of him.

His left eye twitched, and with a slow breath, he stirred — groaning not from the light, but from the lingering pain that spread through his vestige.

"Ugh, where?"

"You’re safe," Eleanor whispered with a soft yet calm voice.

Vergil blinked twice before lifting his body up slowly with a heavy push, but Eleanor pushed him gently back down. "Take a rest, you’ve been out cold for a day."

Vergil exhaled, wincing — his limbs felt heavier than before as he coughed a mouthful of blood, feeling a tingling sensation in his left eye.

His fingers traced the edges. "What... happened?"

"Your left eye," Eleanor shuddered slightly at the sight. "It’s crimson and the pupil is slit... like a serpent."

Vergil froze before a system panel appeared before him.

[God’s Demonic Left Eye has fully awakened.]

[Unique Trait Gained: God’s gaze (Passive) – EX. Currently at stage 0.]

Vergil squinted, trying to adjust to this newfound vision. He could feel it even now — this alien presence humming in his eye socket. It didn’t hurt anymore.

But it didn’t feel natural either.

He flexed his hands, his eyes drifted to Eleanor — amused at what he could now see.

Her mana core, beating slowly as energy flowed through her veins in a cyan blue colour. And in the middle of her chest were a bundle of various colours: red, grey and more.

He didn’t understand what they were, but he was very curious. ’I’ll need to get used to this.’

"Ever since we’ve met, you keep doing this." Eleanor replied coldly, fingers brushing her hair. "You’re being too reckless. And I’ve told you again and again."

Vergil let out a slow breath. "At least I’m still here." Vergil laughed casually, but Eleanor didn’t find it funny.

"Thanks for keeping me alive," he murmured, but in his mind he could feel it. This eye was going to be a problem.

[Welcome back.]

Vergil’s face straightened as the mechanical chime returned. His head still lay on Eleanor’s lap, the faint warmth of her hand brushing through his hair.

’You going to tell me why my Authority reacted like that?’

[I cannot say.]

Vergil clicked his tongue. ’Bastard.’

"Your eye is going to be a problem, you need to hide it somehow — otherwise the home kingdom will be after you." Eleanor casually spoke.

Vergil’s expression stilled, lip curling slightly at the corner. "I’ve got a solution to that."

He sat up slowly, standing up — his right hand covering his face. "Authority of Transformation."

A faint shimmer of crimson spread across his face, behind him a translucent figure of Morvax — only visible to him. Morvax’s six hands moved to cover Vergil’s face.

The once eerie crimson glow with a slit now faded back into a mundane brown.

’Let’s check what I’ve obtained.’

[Authority: Transformation (A)– Acquired]

Allows the user to freely change its appearance, replicating the physical form and surface details of any being it has observed or imagines. The demonic energy needed scales with the transformation.

Passive Skills:

Mimic Flesh (D)

Instinctive Adaptation (D)

Monstrous Vitality (D+)

Active Skills:

Morph Form (D)

Flesh Puppet (C)

Vergil let out a soft chuckle. These skills were perfect for espionage, infiltration and psychological warfare. Morph Form and Flesh Puppet are more brute-force, but the rest.

’Interesting, the Authority of Transformation doesn’t change my voice but Mimic Flesh does — truly a blessing.’

’Too bad, Morvax couldn’t use it to the fullest potential.’

Then his eyes locked onto the final panel, mouth twitching.

[God’s Demonic Left Eye-

The eye of the ??? Who led a rebellion against ??? but met an untimely fate and was sealed for his punishment in ???, He awaits a vessel to ascend the ???.]

"What’s the point of a description that leaves blanks," Vergil muttered under his breath.

[Allows the user to tap into ??? Consciousness layered beneath existence — you can glimpse at fragments of truth hidden within the folds of reality, instinctively perceive lies and intent. User is at stage 0]

1)Weakness Perception:

Passively sense structural elemental, weaknesses or mental weaknesses that are highlighted in your vision — including weak points and energy flow in other organisms.

2)Emotion Reading:

You gain the ability to instinctively sense core emotions in individuals. These do not appear as words but as colors or auras.

3)Truth Pierce:

Attempts to deceive you (through lies, illusions, shapeshifting, or memory-altering magic) will become unstable or distorted in his perception. The stronger the lie or illusion, the more violently it ripples in his sight, in order to negate it.

Foresight–

In moments of extreme danger or stress, the eye may activate on its own and give you a split-second flash of the future — this is brief, cryptic, and taxing.

Vergil’s jaw clenched. ’Damn, its good — no, amazing, but the drawbacks are no joke either.’

"You okay?" Eleanor asked gently.

Vergil gave a lopsided grin. "Who the hell knows at this point."

Vergil leaned against the stone before speaking. "Did anything happen while I was out?"

Eleanor hesitated. ".... something you might not like."

Vergil furrowed his brow. "I mean, it can’t be that bad."

"The gate opened."

[You jinxed it, congratulations.]

’I take back everything I said.’ A loud screech tore through the morning air that made the cave tremble.

"Ok, what the hell was that."

"That’s our problem," Eleanor exhaled, face marked with dread. "The gate opened."

’Did I not... oh, I didn’t put the jade in my inventory," Vergil’s face paled. "Did it absorb..."

Eleanor nodded. "It absorbed your blood."

Vergil smiled inwardly. ’I can at least use the second option.’

[You really are a monster.]

’Did you only just realise that about me,’ Vergil snickered. ’I don’t care what others think about me.’

Then a notification slammed his mind like a hammer.

[New Title gained: Monster]

[You who murdered those close to you, feel the punishments of your sins as a scar on your soul.

You did not swing the blade, but it was your strength that brought them ruin — and your presence that damned them.

Let the echoes of guilt sing to you forever.]

Vergil caught his breath. ’Who did I kill?’ It couldn’t be those adventurers, he couldn’t care less about them. ’It did say indirectly.’

Then it hit him.

[You finally understand.] The system mocked.

Eleanor’s gaze lingered on Vergil who was now visibly trembling for the first time.

"We’re going back," he said suddenly, voice sharp with urgency as he stood up.

"What?" Eleanor stood quickly. "Vergil, that’s suicide." She grabbed his arm.

"For all we know. There may still be demons around. You’re being too reckless." She cried.

"So? I don’t care," his voice cold — arms trembling.

"But–"

"We’re heading back now," his voice cracked. "And I don’t care what stops me."

His body trembled with rage, guilt and fear all mixed into one.

"I’ll carry you there," he spoke, stepping outside as the rays of light split onto his frame like a judgmental eye.

"We’re going now."

---

Deep in the ???

Darkness churned like a living ocean. No wind. No sound. Just the slow, rhythmic beating of something ancient... something watching.

A single eye–shut for eons–cracked open, its sclera matched Vergil’s. It twitched. Reacted.

"...Finally..." a voice murmured from the abyss. Hollow. Malevolent. Yet eerily calm.

"Someone awakened my eye... a new vessel..."

A grotesque smile formed in the shadows.

"My old friend. My brother, my vengeance is nigh."

"Wait for me."