I Was Reborn in Another World, But I Awoke Inside a Corpse

Chapter 188: Stat Gains and Side-Eyes

The descent grew colder.

The walls narrowed, the air thickened, and strange symbols pulsed with a dull crimson glow—like veins beneath ancient skin. Asmodeus walked ahead, calm and composed, flame flickering at her fingertips. Isaac followed, hands in his pockets, utterly relaxed.

"I thought you said this place was dangerous," he said, glancing at a passing arc of wardlight that fizzled when it touched him.

"It is," Asmodeus said without turning. "Or rather… it used to be."

They rounded a bend—and three shadows lunged from the wall.

Misshapen things. Semi-spiritual husks made of leftover soul-matter and corrupted memory. They shrieked as they charged, claws glowing with anti-flame energy.

Isaac blinked.

"Aw. They're trying."

One of the creatures lunged at him.

He didn't move.

Didn't even flinch.

It hit him square in the chest—and bounced off, landing in a heap with a whimper.

"Was that its full attack?" Isaac asked, turning to Asmodeus. "I think it hurt itself."

She covered her mouth to hide a grin.

The other two came at once.

Isaac sighed and held out a single finger.

One flick.

Two faint pops.

Both enemies shattered like glass sculptures under pressure.

[Devourer Omega Matrix – Ω Rank] Activated

+82 Strength+56 Intelligence+67 Endurance+1 Skill: [Unstable Shard Pulse – Rank C] → Decomposed (+100 Agility)+1 Skill: [Soul Scatter Claw – Rank D] → Decomposed (+10 Charisma)

He blinked again.

"Okay, but why do they drop such depressing skills?"

Asmodeus raised an eyebrow. "You just gained over three hundred stat points in under five seconds."

Isaac grinned. "I know. I'm just saying, if this keeps up, I'll reach godhood by lunchtime."

They moved on.

Ten minutes later…

More enemies.

This time: a half-rotted construct made of armor scraps, bones, and pure spite.

It let out a guttural roar that shook the hall.

Isaac squinted.

"Let me guess. Final boss of this hallway?"

The construct charged. Blades spun.

Isaac rolled his shoulders, reached into the air—and summoned a small army of floating blades.

[Phantom Legion – Rank EX] activated in a shimmer of light.

Dozens of spectral weapons formed a neat line behind him.

He waved a hand lazily.

They surged.

The construct didn't last three seconds.

[Devourer Omega Matrix – Ω Rank] Activated

+133 Strength+142 Agility+111 Endurance+1 Skill: [Echo-Split Armor] – Rank B → Decomposed (+1,000 Willpower)

Asmodeus turned to him, deadpan. "You just gained more Willpower in that fight than most high priests earn in five years of meditation."

Isaac tilted his head. "Maybe I should go around preaching instead. Tell people to 'relax and let the stats come.'"

She rolled her eyes—but her smirk betrayed her amusement.

They moved deeper.

And deeper.

And each wave of enemies—shades, cursed echoes, corrupted guardians—died instantly.

Isaac began keeping count.

"Twenty-two enemies," he muttered.

"Fourteen skills decomposed."

"Stat total gain… about 2,800 in under an hour."

Asmodeus finally stopped walking and turned to him.

"You are not allowed to complain about being tired. Ever again."

Isaac grinned wide. "Deal."