An Evil God Invade Another World

The pain was excruciating, as though his body had been crushed into shards by a stone grinder, every part of him shattered.

Why was this happening?

He pondered, his thoughts pulling him back to "before death." He had been diagnosed with a terminal illness, but he didn't want to die. So, he spent all his money to buy a withered tentacle from a witch and consumed it.

The memories that followed filled him with dread. After swallowing the tentacle, he had gone mad, rushing to the well in the yard, intending to throw himself in and end his life, only to be stopped by the witch.

The poor witch was strangled to death by his own hands. Afterward, no one could stop him as he jumped into the well, where his body transformed into dozens of writhing tentacles, crossing into another world.

It was then that he realized: he had become a monster, a horrific creature made of tentacles.

A flood of memories surged into his mind. He learned that he had crossed over, becoming a terrifying creature known as Godfallen.

This creature no longer existed in its original form. 

His body was incomplete and ancient, and the remnants of its bloodline carried only fragments of memory. He didn’t know much, but he understood that the blood of Godfallen had drawn him to this world. Strangely enough, this world did not belong to Godfallen.

From the fragmented memories, he learned that Godfallen was born from the starry cosmos. They thirsted for the immense power of origin—if a world’s origin power was strong enough, they would be drawn there instinctively, like migratory herds following the seasonal winds.

However, Godfallen were not herbivores; they feasted on souls, blood, flesh, and minds.

Three years later, he had finally organized the memories in its mind.

It slowly rose, observing its own body—like an octopus standing upright. More precisely, he floated in the air like a standing octopus.

Its body stood about 1.1 meters tall. The lower half consisted of 48 vertical tentacles, while the upper half had 18 more tentacles drooping over it, functioning as arms and legs—separate yet interchangeable.

A large, soft, purple head hung backward. Its two eyes could see for miles, and two other pairs of eyes were positioned on top of its head, allowing him to view both his own body and the reflections of the sub-world within the real world.

"It’s so noisy around here. There was a village near where I landed three years ago. Yesterday, I think an army attacked it. I’ll go check, maybe I can find something to eat. I’m starving." Godfallen floated toward the village, and just as he emerged from the pine forest, it saw fifteen soldiers by a water source, drinking from the lake.

Horses of various colors lowered their heads to drink, but as a gust of wind passed, the warhorses reared up on their hind legs, shrieking and attempting to flee. These battle-hardened horses, used to trampling soldiers underfoot, nearly lost half their lives at the mere scent of Godfallen.

"Stone," Godfallen raised a tentacle and cast a spell. The horses and soldiers froze in place. He drifted over the lake, and the clear water reflected its grotesque, swirling body.

As he reached the shore, Godfallen raised a tentacle and plunged it into the soldiers’ and horses' brains, draining all their flesh and blood, leaving only empty skins.

He discarded the skins into the water and continued floating toward the village.

Two hours later, at noon, he stood atop a mountain, gazing down at the soldiers retreating from the village, processing the memories he had absorbed from the horses and soldiers.

"So that’s it. The soldiers came from the neighboring kingdom of Morian. There’s been a drought this year, and many areas haven’t seen a harvest. The Morian viscount took advantage of the situation and sent 500 soldiers to raid. Under normal circumstances, the viscount would never dare, but now that the kingdom of Faro is mired in its 'faith wars,' they can’t even manage their own border regions," Godfallen chuckled, inwardly pleased at this unexpected opportunity.

He teleported to the village, petrifying everyone in sight. Then, he floated up to the village wall and shouted, "I wish to speak with your most intelligent and influential person."

Once he had spoken, he lifted the petrification.

The villagers, trembling, turned their eyes toward the village chief.

"I am the most powerful and intelligent person here. What do you want, monster?" the village chief said, defiantly lifting his chin.

Godfallen floated toward him slowly, lifting two tentacles in the air, smiling as he said, "I want to save you."

The village chief raised his chin further, asking, "What’s the cost?"

From its memories, Godfallen understood that cost was a central theme of this world. Whether through magic, sacrifices, prayers, or purchases, everything required a price. The village chief didn’t believe in anything that came without a catch.

"The price is that you must serve me. You will worship me as a god and give me the power of your faith," Godfallen gazed down at the chief and the villagers.

They all knew what this meant. Godfallen knew it too.

This was a polytheistic world, where the faith of the gods dominated the nations. If you were from one country but worshipped the god of another, it was a capital offense, and faith wars were fought to forcibly change the belief of entire regions.

The gods, upon receiving more faith, would reward their followers with benefits like immortality, power, or wealth.

The village chief struck the ground with his staff, shouting, "You’re pushing us to our doom! If we follow you, the kingdom of Faro will exterminate us!"

Godfallen grinned, "By then, I’ll protect you. But if you refuse now, once those soldiers gather enough pine oil, they will burn down your wooden defenses meant to repel beasts. What will you do then?"

The village chief began to bargain. "But we have weapons, people, and sharp tools. We have 1,400 people. They only have 500."

"Really, you wish your farming tools could pierce their armor," Godfallen said, draping two tentacles over the chief’s shoulders. "Don’t you realize what they’ll do?"

When the chief remained silent, Godfallen continued, "They’ll take all your food. Your women will be taken as slaves, your men put to forced labor, and your children and the elderly will be slaughtered. But now, an entity that can save you stands before you. All you need to do is kneel and offer your faith, and you will survive. Of course, the choice is yours. If you refuse, I’ll leave now."

Godfallen stood silent for a moment, watching the villagers. Everyone shook their heads.

"Good. I’m merciful. I will protect you all. Now... what’s your name, blondie?" Gothwalen turned to the young man who had lifted his head.

"Honorable god, you may call me Jack."

"Very well, Jack. Come with me. Everyone else, begin offering your faith." He turned and began to float away, Jack following closely behind. The villagers knelt, offering their faith.

Faith, too, had a price. A person with faith would live twenty years less than one without, as faith was a precious currency made of souls and life.

Unfortunately, most gods took the money and did nothing in return.