Bab 1580: What You Wished For

'Gods… oh gods…'

The pain… was exquisite. 

It was inconceivable. 

It was the kind of pain that could kill a person, or at least make them pass out in an instant. Sadly, the latter did not happen, because the pain was not physical. 

Instead, its source was Sunny's soul, which was being altered and transformed. 

Not in a way it had been changed every time a new core was formed, but rather in a way his blood and bones had been altered in the past.

"Aaargh!"

Sunny hit the lid of the sarcophagus with enough force to split his skin and fell to the ground, the carpet of leaves softening his fall. 

'Wh—what… what the hell?! How… is… this possible?!'

He knew what was happening to him. However, he had no idea why it was happening, and how eating the golden fruit from the tree growing above the grave of Oblivion had caused it. 

In any case, Sunny had no choice but to endure.