Who hid My Corpse!

Abyss Prison.

At the moment he realized what had exploded in his mind, Isaiah's breath hitched.

He clearly saw the reflection of his own face in the mirror, showing fear and helplessness—expressions that had never appeared on his face in decades.

Because he knew what that meant.

But why did he have such a crazy idea? At that moment, it was as if something had possessed him.

Isaiah suddenly stood up, forcing himself to stand straight, allowing his previously stagnant breath to become smooth again.

"I must be going mad," he sighed softly, "I need to rest."

He turned around, preparing to return to his room.

Yet Isaiah didn't understand why, despite the room being so close, his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, unable to move no matter what.

At the same time, he clearly felt his breath grow heavy again, as if his entire body was being pressed down by some enormous creature.

And that enormous creature was merely a thought.

Abyss Prison.

Isaiah desperately tried to stop his mind from continuing to drift toward that term, something he had always succeeded in doing over the past decades. If his ability to eliminate distractions weren't strong enough, he couldn't have come this far. However, in this moment, it seemed as if his proudest self-control suddenly collapsed, those dangerous thoughts that should have been easily controlled were sliding inexorably toward the abyss's groove like flowing water.

Abyss Prison.

The term appeared in Isaiah's mind for the third time, this time accompanied by another thought.

Only there can you save yourself.

Only there.

That thought blossomed like a sudden firework, blowing Isaiah's mind to blankness, and when he returned to his senses, he found himself standing before the mirror again, staring at his reflection.

"Abyss Prison," Isaiah murmured softly.

Finally, he brought the thought from his mind into reality.

"Visas's... corpse."

Isaiah knew that what was sealed in the Abyss Prison was Visas's corpse.

It was a corpse, not Corpse Blocks.

But no one knew exactly what it could achieve. And Isaiah realized it wasn't just him; the people from Contract Land didn't know, the Prison Director didn't know either, no one in this world knew.

What kind of power did that mutilated body, suppressed by the gods for thousands of years, hold?

People only knew what those scattered Corpse Blocks could do.

So did the mutilated body, superior to the Corpse Blocks, possess an all-surpassing power?

This was a thought every Corpse Fragment Holder would have after experiencing the power of the Corpse Blocks. But in the past, they were only thoughts, whereas for Isaiah now...

"Obtain it," the voice in his mind said again, "and you will transcend everything."

"Bang!"

A sharp sound.

Isaiah's forehead smacked against the mirror, causing the glass to crack, and blood flowed down along those splitting lines, making his mirrored image appear vicious and terrifying.

"Who... are you?" Isaiah stared intently at the shattered mirror and said word by word, "Why are you inside my body?!"

The voice in his mind gave no answer, as if he had asked a foolish question.

Because that voice was clearly his own, one he was incredibly familiar with.

How could Isaiah believe it was him? How could he have such a mad idea? How could he defy the gods' will? How could he...

"Do you fear the gods, or the stars?"

Isaiah's eyes opened wide again, making the reflected version of him in the shattered mirror appear even more hideously frightening.

He saw clearly the mirror image of himself opening its mouth and revealing the deepest secret buried in his heart.

"You know the stars are far greater than the gods... The so-called Lord of Star Relics is nothing but a thief stealing Star Power."

After saying this, Isaiah's expression changed again, and he roared, "Enough," then slammed his fists into the mirror.

"Crash."

The already cracked mirror instantly shattered into countless fragments, falling like snowflakes.

They gathered at Isaiah's feet, and as soon as he lowered his head, he could see countless split images of himself.

But he also knew that these were all him.

Because the thought had appeared the moment he got this eye.

It wasn't a thought; it was the truth.

Isaiah still remembered when he first gazed at the stars with this eye, and was rendered speechless by the vast and mysterious Star Sea.

It was the first time he realized how wide the Star Sea truly was, how vast the universe was.

Far broader and more mysterious than the teachings depicted by the Lord of Star Relics. Back then, he had already realized that he could see farther than the Lord of Star Relics.

The so-called Lord of Star Relics was not the master of the cosmos, but like him, a "thief" taking power from the stars.

The true Star Sea, even that entity could not see its entirety.

At that moment, Isaiah's heart was shaken.

Without a doubt, regardless of where, such conclusions are the greatest Desecration to gods and the Church. If revealed, even he couldn't escape the fate of being obliterated.

So from that moment on, Isaiah sealed this secret within his heart, swearing never to reveal it.

And now, decades later, the long years made Isaiah almost forget this truth, almost forget his own "disloyalty."