Obtaining 10x rewards! Reincarnated into a novel as a side-character! Chapter 290 The Vision!

Chapter 290

After saying that, he picked up so of the wiggling at with his hand and started stuffing it into his mouth in front of them.

Wet squelches filled the air as his teeth sank into the foul at.

A sickening pop followed, like sothing rupturing inside the at.

Crunch! Crunch!

He chewed on the at as purple drool dripped from the corner of his lips; his eyes were unfocused and dreamy as if he was in ecstasy.

The way he chewed was too slow—like he was savoring sothing more than just taste.

His fingers twitched erratically between bites, curling and uncurling like spider legs.

"What a rich taste! Marvelous! A gift from our god!"

The demonic old man shook and fanatically started praising the food and so demonic god like a cultist.

Oliver frowned at the behavior and looked around the room, searching for any clues he could link to the village.

He spread his extrasensory perception senses throughout the house, scanning every inch of the room.

Cold pulses throbbed beneath the floor—like sothing alive slumbered just out of sight.

The old man was not a threat as per his estimates; well, he was not even real in the first place.

The air shifted—subtly wrong. A faint pressure prickled against Oliver's skin, cold and sticky like damp cobwebs.

'This is…' He paused suddenly as he noticed sothing strange, his eyes narrowed, and his mouth opened slightly as he kept staring in the air.

He walked up to the busy old demon and saw dark espera gathering at the center of his back.

It writhed like a living thing, coiling and twisting in unnatural spirals.

He looked at the swirling mass of darkness with so interest and stretched forward his hand, intending to pull it out to see what would happen.

However, sothing unexpected happened the mont he sent his espera towards it.

His eyes beca dazed, and uninterrupted vivid scenes started filling his vision.

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Scenes of war, countless demons surging from everywhere, covering everything—the skies, the grounds.

There were armies upon armies of them, and in the center of it all was a tall, enormous being of darkness.

It was a demon, a giant demon roaring at the charging armies without fear; the demon had four arms, each holding a weapon.

He looked like a god of war as he swung those massive weapons with extre precision and ease; it was as if he was not holding an enormous weapon but instead he was holding a paper weapon.

Blood painted the earth beneath him, rivers of crimson running between scattered limbs.

With each swing, thousands of charging demons died; tremors erupted with his every step, and his roars tore apart the skies.

He alone was proving heavy on the army, killing rcilessly like a bloodthirsty hound.

His face twisted with savage delight—grinning wide, teeth gleaming with blood.

Despite all that, the army of demons never stopped charging, and eventually, the giant demon was pushed back; mystical chains appeared out of nowhere and held its limbs.

The chains gave an extrely ominous vibe, as if it was a string from hell itself.

The ferocious demon went berserk and resisted with all its might; the ground shook, and no demon dared to approach any further in fear.

Yet, even after all that, the giant demon was unable to escape those tainted chains.

The air itself seed to burn as the chains tightened, searing black lines into the demon's flesh.

The sky started to turn black as a terrific black palm covering the skies appeared; the palm ca crashing down towards the giant.

The air split with a deafening roar—a sound too vast to fully comprehend.

And…

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"Teacher…" Agnes interrupted him, bringing him back to his senses.

His breath hitched.

Gasp!

Oliver started heaving deep breaths; his forehead was covered in sweat, and his body was filled with goosebumps as he rembered those scenes vividly.

He struggled to regain his calm.

His eyes shook; the scene was etched into his mind so vividly as if he was the one experiencing it directly; it was as if he was one of those countless demonic soldiers marching forward towards the giant.

His fingers still trembled, muscles rigid from the mory's lingering intensity.

The terrifying black palm that seed to have the ability to suppress everything under the sky—it was as if all those countless demonic soldiers were ants before the palm; it was akin to a god's hand, capable of crushing anything mortal.

His heart shook as he gazed at the palm; he could not forget the image from his mory—it felt real, too real to be a hallucination.

Before he could see what had happened to that giant demon, he was brought back by Agnes.

He slowly looked at the old demon who was still in a state of madness, gulping down plates upon plates of rotten at.

'Was that a mory of his?' Oliver wondered if what he had just experienced was a mory belonging to the old demon man.

He took a mont to finally calm down; he glanced at the black mass on the old man's back and saw sothing strange.

The black swirling mass turned into a thin line that seed to be rooted in the old man's spine.

It twitched faintly, like a dying worm.

'Wait, could this be…?' He thought of a wild possibility.

"Agnes, follow ," he suddenly said to her and left the old man's ho.

"Yes, teacher!" Agnes excitedly followed after him.

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"Greetings, travelers."

"Would the guests like to buy so bread?"

"Guests, we have enchanted weapons for sale."

Along the way, multiple villagers called out to them as they passed by.

Their smiles were still there—sharp, stretched grins that seed almost painted on.

He ignored them and kept walking around.

"Hmm… it should be fine here."

He stopped at a certain point inside the village; there was no one present at this place. He exhaled slightly as the very next mont, his eyes changed; a mysterious color flashed past them.

The color pulsed like a flickering ember, faint yet searing.

The world before him crumbled instantly, and the true nature of the surroundings was revealed.

Oliver shook his head as he saw the decayed flora and cracked roads, in sharp contrast to the earlier peaceful and smooth area.

The ground was brittle and dry, littered with withered vines that curled like skeletal fingers.

He didn't keep looking at it and instead focused his gaze into the air where the real issue lay.

It was a chilling sight.

A massive and dense black web filled the entire sky!