RoleplayNovel Chapter 18 Taking Over Your Body
Chapter 18 Taking Over Your Body
Portma's spirit hovered in front of Chen Mo for a moment.
Those eyes, burning with blue flames, scrutinized him closely, the flickering flames reflecting two orbs of eerie blue light in his pupils.
"A frail human being." Her voice was soft and gentle, yet carried a dangerous, chilling edge. "But the body... is still intact."
Chen Mo's pupils suddenly contracted.
He got it.
She didn't want to kill him.
She wanted to possess him.
"stop--"
He didn't finish his sentence.
Potema's spirit transformed into a beam of pale blue light and crashed head-on into his body.
Chen Mo will never forget that feeling in his life.
It felt as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water down his spine from the top of his head, spreading it to his limbs and bones.
Cold, stinging, and an aura of something not belonging to him invaded every cell of his body. In that instant, his body completely lost control—his muscles stiffened, his breathing stopped, and his heart pounded erratically like a wild beast being futilely gripped.
His vision went dark.
Consciousness is like a shattered piece of glass, fragments scattering in all directions, and then—
There's nothing left.
Benjamin only managed to utter one word: "Chen—"
Then he watched helplessly as the young man, as if his soul had been ripped away, stiffened and fell forward.
Benjamin lunged forward and caught Chen Mo before his head hit the stone slab.
He laid Chen Moping on the ground and patted his face—no response. He lifted his eyelids—his pupils were dilated and unfocused. He checked his breathing—there was still breath, but very weak, like a candle flickering in the wind.
"Chen Mo!" Benjamin called out again, his voice louder and more urgent than before.
No response.
The old man's face turned deathly pale.
He knew what had happened—Botma's spirit had entered Chen Mo's body.
She's trying to possess him.
If successful, Chen Mo's consciousness will be devoured, and his body will become Potema's new vessel.
A living, breathing, and free-moving wolf queen.
Benjamin's hands began to tremble. Not from fear—but from anger and a deep sense of powerlessness he hadn't felt in a long time.
He opened the spellbook and frantically flipped through the pages, trying to find a spell that could exorcise spirits.
Exorcising the dead—yes, but he never casts it when the spirit has already possessed a host. Removing curses—no, this isn't a curse. Soul stripping—that's a forbidden spell, requiring at least three mages to cast simultaneously, and a complete magic circle.
He has nothing.
"Damn it!" Benjamin cursed, his voice echoing in the empty tower.
He stood up, then squatted down again. He patted Chen Mo's face, pinched his philtrum, and even tried to stimulate his pupils with the faint light of his Fire Tongue spell—but nothing worked.
"You little brat," Benjamin roared, "wake up! Do you hear me? Wake up! You fucking—"
His gaze fell on the enchanted short sword that Chen Mo was holding in his right hand.
dagger.
blood.
Benjamin's mind went blank for a moment, as if struck by lightning.
That ceremony. That interrupted ceremony.
The necromancers bound Potema with blood magic—"When we summoned you with our voices, we also bound you with the blood of the innocent, Queen of the Wolf."
Blood. Restraint.
Portma is now inside Chen Mo's body.
She was "trapped" in Chen Mo's consciousness space—a cage more secure than any magic circle. If he could use the principles of blood magic to continue the interrupted ritual—
He needs Chen Mo's blood.
Benjamin did not hesitate.
He drew the dagger from Chen Mo's waist, grasped Chen Mo's right hand, and made a shallow cut in his palm. Blood seeped from the wound, gleaming with a dark red luster in the eerie blue light.
He turned Chen Mo's hand over and let the blood drip onto Chen Mo's forehead.
One drop, two drops, three drops—
Dark red blood beads slid slowly down his pale skin, leaving shocking marks along his brow bone, bridge of his nose, and lips.
Benjamin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and recalled the words chanted by the necromancers.
His voice started low and hoarse, then became clearer and stronger:
"When we summoned you with our voices, we also bound you with the blood of the innocent, Queen of the Wolf."
He opened his eyes and stared at Chen Mo's face.
No response.
He raised his voice, pronouncing each word clearly:
"When we summoned you with our cries, we also bound you with the blood of the innocent, Wolf Queen!"
Chen Mo's body jolted violently.
……
dark.
Chen Mo's consciousness floated in a void, without up or down, without near or far, without anything to refer to.
He couldn't feel his body, his limbs, or even his heartbeat.
He was just a vague consciousness, suspended in this boundless darkness, like a speck of dust forgotten at the edge of the universe.
Then he saw her.
At the edge of darkness, a gigantic wolf-shaped phantom is taking shape.
It was no ordinary wolf—it was larger than a mammoth, with a high-backed shoulder and a bristling mane, each hair a ghostly blue flame.
Its eyes were two burning blue fireballs, burning in the darkness, locking onto him.
Portma.
Is this her soul form?
The giant wolf opened its mouth, revealing two rows of sharp, gleaming fangs.
A deep roar came from the depths of its throat, a sound that didn't seem to come from its mouth—it rang out simultaneously from all directions, from the darkness, from the void, and from the depths of Chen Mo's own consciousness.
It charged at him.
Chen Mo wanted to run. But his consciousness had no legs, no direction, and no way to move in this space.
He could only watch as the enormous wolf-shaped phantom drew closer and closer—its fangs drew two arcs of light in the darkness, and each time its claws landed, they created ripples of blue light in the void.
He sensed it.
That feeling of powerlessness.
It's not fear—fear can be overcome to some extent. It's something deeper: the utter, desperate sense of powerlessness that wells up from the depths of your soul when you know you're facing an existence you can't possibly match.
Potema was the wolf queen of the previous era.
A soul that has existed for hundreds of years and is so powerful that it is almost comparable to a demon god.
And he—he was just a time traveler, an ordinary person who was eating instant noodles in his rented room just a few days ago.
In this space of consciousness, he didn't even have a sword.
He only has himself.
The giant wolf had already charged at them.
Its mouth opened to an unbelievable angle, enough to swallow his entire consciousness whole. The eerie blue light on its fangs was about to tear at his body and devour his soul—
I want to die, I want to die, I want to die.
Chen Mo struggled desperately, but could only feel a sense of powerlessness.
Is this the end?
Chen Mo couldn't help but think this.
His consciousness gradually faded, and his soul gradually dissipated.
I never imagined my life would be so short this time.
Tsk, I'm a little unwilling!
However, in the final moments of consciousness
Chen Mo suddenly saw light—