RoleplayNovel Chapter 19 The Power to Devour Potema
Chapter 19 The Power to Devour Potema
Light appeared.
Not the ghostly blue light of Portma—
It was another kind of light. A warm, golden-white light, like sunlight.
The light came on from behind Chen Mo.
Light up from the darkness.
It lit up from the void.
Countless points of light simultaneously illuminated the depths of Chen Mo's consciousness, like ten thousand lanterns lit in the darkness. These points of light spread out in all directions, densely packed, layer upon layer, stretching from nearby to the unseen distance. Some were bright, some dim, some still, and some slowly moving.
Star map.
His star chart.
The vast starry sky filled his mental world; every star was twinkling, breathing, and existing in its own way. Those lights fell on Chen Mo's consciousness, carrying a strange temperature and weight, gradually awakening him from that numb, desperate sense of powerlessness.
The giant wolf stopped.
Under the starlight, Potema's phantom abruptly halted its charge, its four claws carving deep furrows in the ground.
Her eyes—those two burning blue fireballs—twitched violently in the starlight, as if she had been shocked by something.
She looked up and glanced around.
Those stars. Those countless stars that filled her entire spiritual world. They weren't ordinary stars—she could feel their power.
Ancient, primal power, that kind of power from the deepest part of the realm of light.
Not any single star, but the entire star map itself—a vast and incredible map composed of countless passages, countless wounds, and the remnants of countless escapees.
"What is this..." Her voice was no longer that of a condescending, queen-like indifference.
This was the first time she had shown her true emotions in front of Chen Mo—
fear.
For the first time, a trace of fear appeared in those eyes that were burning with blue flames.
Her gaze swept wildly across the starry sky, finally settling on a star in the deepest part of the cosmos.
The star was small and faint, dimmer than all the other stars around it—but it was twinkling. It pulsated at a regular, heartbeat-like frequency.
light - dark - light - dark -
That star.
Chen Mo recognized that star. He had sensed its presence from the moment he first entered the star map. That familiar, faint star, which seemed to be nurturing something.
At that moment, the star was responding to him.
No—it's not just a response.
It is yearning.
That longing cannot be expressed in words—it is a pure, primal hunger that transcends all rational categories.
Like a riverbed that has been dry for millions of years finally receiving its first rain, like a prisoner who has been imprisoned for millions of years finally seeing the crack in the prison door.
It wants Portma.
It wasn't her body, nor her consciousness—it was the power of her soul.
That dark blue, cold, powerful force came from a necromancer queen who had existed for hundreds of years.
The stars were filled with longing for this power.
That longing—transmitted through the invisible threads in the star chart—was transmitted into Chen Mo's consciousness.
Chen Mo sensed it.
That kind of hunger.
It felt exactly the same as when he absorbed the soul stone on the enchanting table, but countless times more powerful.
Chen Mo's consciousness began to coalesce.
Those fragments that drifted in the darkness, those selves shattered by the impact of Potema, were pieced together again under the starlight, forming an increasingly clear outline.
He stood within the star map.
Facing that enormous, dark blue wolf.
The giant wolf took a step back.
It was just one step. But that one step said it all—Potterma was afraid.
"You..." Her voice came from the giant wolf's throat, low and hoarse, but the condescending indifference had completely vanished, replaced by an almost undisguised shock, "Who are you?"
Chen Mo did not answer.
He didn't even hear her question. His entire attention was on that star—that faint, twinkling star that was calling to him. He could feel the invisible thread connecting it to his consciousness, and the power flowing along that thread from the deepest recesses of the realm of light.
That force was supporting him.
That force was telling him: You can.
You are the master of the star chart. This is your spiritual world. Here, you need no sword, no bow, no weapon whatsoever.
All you need is—willpower.
Chen Mo's consciousness took a step forward.
The giant wolf took another step back.
Its body trembled slightly under the starlight, and its dark blue flame-like fur dimmed under the starlight, like frost flowers slowly melting in the sunlight.
"No—" A crack appeared in Potema's voice, "This is impossible. A mortal—a frail mortal—could not possess—"
Chen Mo took another step.
He began to absorb it.
It wasn't intentional—that "hunger" just kicked in spontaneously.
Just like breathing, just like a heartbeat, you don't need to think about how to breathe or how to beat your heart—they work on their own.
His consciousness, like a dry sponge, began to absorb everything around him, including Potema's soul power.
The pale blue light began to flow from his direction.
It wasn't pulled over—it flowed naturally and unstoppably, like water flowing downhill.
Potterma's soul power was stripped from the giant wolf's body, transforming into countless tiny, dark blue light threads that drifted toward Chen Mo's consciousness and toward the twinkling star.
The giant wolf's body is shrinking.
Its mane no longer bristled, the flames dimmed, and the light on its fangs faded.
Its body trembled—not with anger, but with fear. A pure, soul-deep fear.
"Stop!" Portma roared, his voice filled with anger and resentment.
She tried to struggle, to retreat, to escape the star map that was devouring her—but the threads of light stripped from her body were like countless chains, tightly binding her consciousness to Chen Mo's. With each struggle, more of her soul power was stripped away.
She was trapped.
Trapped in this mortal's spiritual world, trapped in this damned, vast star map, being slowly devoured by that faint, greedy star—
"No!" Her voice became shrill, filled with a despair bordering on collapse.
Meanwhile, in the real world, Benjamin's chanting penetrated the barrier of consciousness and entered this mental space.
"When we summoned you with our cries, we also bound you with the blood of the innocent, Wolf Queen!"
Portma's body jolted violently.
The blood—the blood Benjamin had dripped on Chen Mo's forehead—lit up at that moment.
The dark red blood beads turned into a fiery golden-red in the ghostly blue light, like red-hot branding irons imprinted on Chen Mo's forehead.
The golden-red light transformed into countless tiny chains, extending from Chen Mo's forehead, piercing through the barrier of consciousness, and reaching into this mental space—
Then she got entangled with Portma.