Unholy Player Chapter 512 Gods Really Exist

"How are you feeling?"

Adyr’s inquiry struck the researchers as a dark joke. One look at Rhys’s physical state told the entire story; he appeared beyond any hope of recovery. His pallid skin and slumped posture served as a grim verdict, as if his very life force were leaking away with every tick of the clock.

To their astonishment, he managed a serious reply. "I hear a sound in my ears..." Rhys spoke with agonizing slowness, his eyes drifting shut while his breathing turned erratic. "No, it is more like an internal echo vibrating through my mind."

His tone suggested that the physical agony and surface-level trauma were secondary to the strange phenomenon unfolding within his consciousness.

Driven by instinct, the researchers scrambled for their tablets and notebooks. They began recording these unanticipated symptoms immediately, while Adyr remained still, lost in contemplation.

Though the finer details were hazy, fragments of his own past evolution began to resurface. He recalled a similar voice echoing in his own mind back then, and he wondered if Rhys was experiencing the same thing.

"What does the voice say?"

Rhys’s eyelids trembled, his brow furrowing as he struggled against the pull of unconsciousness.

"The language is foreign, yet the sentiment is clear." His eyes opened, the gray pigment having vanished entirely, replaced by a deep, solid red. After a momentary blur, his gaze sharpened. "It demands my obedience... to bow... to accept..."

His voice thinned with every syllable, the gaps between his words growing longer. Finally, he whispered his last thought as if surrendering. "I believe I will comply... It is very persuasive."

Suddenly, the medical monitors lashed to his frame erupted into a frantic, sharp beeping.

"He’s slipping away!" Dr. Mara cried out. She instinctively stepped forward, reaching toward Rhys in a desperate attempt to stop him from fading.

Adyr moved to block her. "Do not touch him."

While the researchers were blind to it, the sight was clear to Adyr. A heavy aura had enveloped Rhys, clinging to him like a shroud of toxic vapor—a clear warning of the danger awaiting anyone who dared get close.

The energy was no longer radiating outward; instead, it was condensing into a tight, lethal layer that traced his silhouette. It grew more volatile with every passing second of compression.

Dr. Mara studied Adyr’s expression, following his gaze toward things she couldn't perceive. "Do you understand what is happening? Is there no way to save him?"

Remaining composed, Adyr countered her question with one of his own. "Are you aware of how practitioners are created in this world?"

The question caused the team to hesitate. Their silence wasn't due to ignorance, but because the truth defied their scientific logic, belonging instead to the realm of faith.

Dr. Mara eventually answered, a scowl of distaste on her face. "They are selected by gods. There is no agency, no choice involved."

This was the information they had gathered from the natives regarding the origin of practitioners.

A person might go to sleep as an ordinary human and wake the next morning to a system notification. They would possess new powers, bestowed by whatever deity had claimed them.

To these scientists, it seemed as arbitrary as a child picking out a toy for the day—a whim driven by desire rather than logic.

It was a concept they struggled to digest. If only those hand-picked by Gods could undergo Cultivation or awaken as practitioners, then their scientific endeavors were essentially meaningless.

Without divine consent, no amount of effort or serum could bridge the gap. That was the inevitable wall their research kept hitting.

The realization that they were powerless against a God wounded their professional pride. Consequently, they stubbornly looked for a measurable mechanism, refusing to accept the concept of an all-powerful deity who could manipulate life at will.

They preferred to view such beings as entities of immense power rather than untouchable creators and rulers of the universe.

Adyr nodded in confirmation. "Correct." A small smile played on his lips as he added, "It appears Commander Rhys is currently in an audience with his god to join the ranks of the chosen."

"What does that imply?" Dr. Mara asked, her eyes darting between Adyr and Rhys’s crashing vitals. Adyr turned to face the confused group. "I don't fully grasp the mechanics myself, but the voice Rhys hears is likely a deity speaking directly to him."

Adyr had reached this conclusion after his encounter with the Lunari ancestors and his own progression to Rank 4.

He remembered how the Lunari ancestors had lost their identities to the whispers in their minds.

The voices had been seductive, urging them to abandon the path of Ignis for the path of Blood. Unable to withstand the pressure, they eventually lost themselves and fell into deep comas.

"He is being selected for the Blood Path. It looks like he is currently under the sway of the deity presiding over that domain. The Blood God, if we must name it."

Adyr spoke with such calm authority that the researchers found themselves believing him instantly. His new [Vigor] stat certainly helped, smoothing over their skepticism before it could take root.

Dr. Mara’s face went grim as she finally entertained the reality of Gods. "But why does he seem to be dying? We have no records of people suffering trauma or physical damage during a standard awakening."

Adyr wasn't entirely certain. "Perhaps this is simply how the Blood God claims its followers," he mused, watching the aura tighten around the man.

The Blood God’s methods seemed far more violent and unforgiving than the awakenings attributed to Astrael, Aetheris, Ignivar, or Nethera.

Dr. Mara offered a different theory. "Or perhaps this deity is too feeble to properly bestow its path upon others?"

Her suggestion revealed her desire to see these Gods as fallible, mortal-like entities that could be categorized and understood. "That is a possibility," Adyr admitted. It was a more logical theory than his own. Since there were only four primary Paths, it made sense that a side Path like Blood might be governed by a lesser, weaker deity. With that thought, Adyr turned his attention back to Rhys.

The man’s body continued to deteriorate. Tremors racked his frame, making it look as though he would perish before the awakening could conclude.

"I suppose you could use a little help." Adyr chuckled. He lifted his hand, and a radiant light erupted, filling the sterile laboratory. This warm, healing glow washed over Rhys like a form of divine intervention. Under the influence of Grace, Rhys’s body jolted. The corruption and decay that had been ravaging his system were suddenly halted by an invisible force.

Almost immediately, his flesh began to knit back together. The healing was visible and rapid, occurring right before the eyes of the stunned onlookers.

"It’s incredible..." Dr. Mara and her team watched in a trance, their panic replaced by scientific obsession.

The light’s restorative power seemed like a miracle—clean, instant, and leaving no scars behind.

However, being scientists, they sought explanations rather than wonders. Dr. Mara asked with newfound fervor,

"Mr. Adyr, would you permit us to gather data on this?"

Curious about what they might discover, Adyr nodded. "Go ahead."

With his approval, the researchers sprang into action. They rushed out and returned with a flurry of instruments, their white coats fluttering as they filled the room with equipment. Within moments, the area was crowded with high-tech sensors.

One device was set to analyze the light’s spectrum and photon flux.

Another was used to track cellular repair and chemical markers in real-time. They scanned for radiation, electromagnetic spikes, and patterned signals, hoping to decode the mechanics of the light so they might one day replicate it.

The room hummed with the sound of active machinery. Screens flashed with complex data as the researchers whispered excitedly over the rising graphs.

Adyr watched them for a moment with a smirk, then turned his gaze back to Rhys.

He was interested in only one thing: the result. Would Rhys emerge as a Practitioner of the Blood Path, or would he end up like the Lunari ancestors, lost in a coma?