Reborn With the Infinite Gods System

Mass release In honour to the support {11/10} extra release

Hendricks' heart throbbed wildly, agitated by the failure of his mind control over Trisha. He could scarcely believe the turn the battle had taken, far worse than he could have ever anticipated. The poison coursing through his veins was ravaging his body, burrowing deeper into his system with each passing second. Every breath was a laborious effort, every movement a herculean task.

How had he lasted this long? It was a miracle.

But miracles run dry.

Suddenly, the end of a hammer slammed into the base of his back with a thunderous *THWACK*, the force shattering his spine like brittle glass. The excruciating pain shot up his body like fire, and Hendricks let out a guttural scream. "YAAAHHHK!" The agony rippled through him as he collapsed, writhing on the ground. His legs… they were useless now. Paralyzed.

He could barely move, the venom and the crippling blow rendering him helpless.

*No! I refuse to die like this!* Hendricks' mind screamed in defiance. He clawed at the ground, dragging himself forward. He was Hendricks—this old, decrepit body he had possessed was failing him, but he could still escape. He had to. His fingers scraped the floor as he pulled himself forward, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

Thor, standing tall, recalled his hammer back into his hand with a casual flick of his wrist, as if it were a toy returning to its master. He spun the weapon in his grip, toying with it, smirking down at the squirming form of Hendricks. Loki stood by his side, both brothers a united front of power and cruelty.

"Run, earthworm!" Thor sneered, his voice mocking. "No matter how you change your appearance, your true nature always shows. You're nothing more than filth."

Hendricks cursed inwardly, frustrated beyond measure. His old man's body, once useful, was now a burden. He even tried to detach himself, to abandon this husk, but the corruption had spread too far. His skin was peeling, cracking, the poison drying it into a shriveled mask that clung to his face.

"Don't worry," Loki chimed in, his grin as sharp as his brother's. "We won't kill you just yet. We've got a friend—Josh Roark, SS-rank hunter. He'll be thrilled to use you for his little experiments."

Thor chuckled darkly, tossing his hammer lightly into the air. This time, the weapon didn't come crashing down with full force but landed on Hendricks' skull with just enough weight to keep him pinned. The pressure was unbearable, far worse than death. Hendricks' vision blurred, the darkness at the edges closing in.

He could feel the hammer's weight crushing him, trapping him like an insect under a boot.

"Now that we've stamped the worm into place..." Thor's voice trailed off as he grabbed Loki's chin, tilting his brother's head to face a new scene.

***

Axel and Trisha remained frozen, locked in an intense moment, the battle around them a mere whisper compared to what Axel was experiencing. His heart pounded loudly in his chest, his hands still resting on her waist. He didn't dare move, unsure if Trisha was truly free from Hendricks' control or if this closeness would be shattered in an instant. But deep down, something else stirred within him.

Man! He was kissing a girl—a real, live girl.

His mind was a chaotic swirl of emotions. In his first life, he had never experienced this kind of closeness. To be this near to someone, to feel her warmth against him, her lips soft against his, it was overwhelming. Axel's heart raced faster as he felt a nudge from his trousers and realized the softness of Trisha's chest pressed against him. *Oh no... This is...*

And then it happened. Trisha's tongue slipped into his mouth.

Axel's brain short-circuited. The intensity of the moment was too much for him to handle. His mind was a mess, spinning with thoughts he didn't know how to process. He jerked back suddenly, breaking the kiss, his cheeks burning hot with embarrassment. He had been closing his eyes this whole time, hadn't he? The realization hit him like a slap.

Axel turned toward Trisha, her face flushed, her own cheeks tinged with the same red embarrassment. She was timid, her eyes wide with uncertainty.

"You're back," Axel mumbled, his voice a whisper as he detached his hands from her waist, his head hung in shame. *Damn it, I feel like I forced myself on her. Stupid, stupid Loki!*

For a few moments, neither of them spoke. Axel couldn't bear to look her in the eyes, and every second that passed felt like an eternity of awkwardness. In the distance, Thor and Loki snickered, their taunts barely reaching Axel's ears, but enough to make him feel like a child caught in a compromising position.

Suddenly, Trisha's soft hand wrapped around his, pulling him gently from his self-inflicted misery. Her touch was warm, comforting. She didn't seem angry—just as flustered as he was, but not holding it against him.

"Let's go free Seo," she said, her voice soft but firm, her hand still holding his. And just like that, the tension broke. Axel nodded, grateful that she wasn't upset, and followed her as she led them away.

The silence between them was heavy but not uncomfortable. Axel's mind raced with thoughts of what might happen between them once everything settled down. Would things go back to the way they were? Or had something changed between them? He couldn't shake the uncertainty.

They approached Seo, who was standing precariously on a thin platform above the portal, bound in heavy chains. It was a dangerous position, like the plank pirates used to force their prisoners overboard into a sea of waiting sharks. The chains were tight, not only restraining him but draining his energy, shutting off his abilities.

Seo's body looked frail, barely able to stand under the weight of his shackles.

Together, Axel and Trisha worked to break the chains, using their extraordinary strength to tear the metal apart. It took effort, but the bonds finally gave way. As the last of the chains fell, Seo collapsed, his body crumpling like a ragdoll. Axel caught him just in time, lowering him gently to the ground.

"Come on, cheap president," Axel said with a grin. "Let's get off this plank before one of us takes a dive."

Seo's voice was weak, barely a whisper. "Th—thank you." His words were hoarse, his throat dry from the ordeal.

"Don't thank me yet. You'll owe me for this," Axel teased, his smile making Seo crack a faint grin despite his pain. Trisha chuckled softly as well, the tension lifting for a brief moment.

Finally, it seemed like everything was over.

Or so they thought.

*SPLOOSH!*

The atmosphere changed in an instant. Axel's ears were filled with a deafening ring, drowning out every other sound around him. He blinked, confused, raising his gaze to Trisha. She was shouting something, her eyes wide in terror, but Axel couldn't hear her words over the overwhelming ringing.

His mind was spinning. *What's happening?*

A notification appeared before his eyes.

[You have been stabbed by an Eternal Blade. Your system has been disabled. You have reverted to human stage.]

*Stabbed?* Axel's gaze dropped slowly to his chest, where he saw it—the sparkling tip of a blade, its sharp end embedded deep where his heart was.

*Fuck... what the fuck...*

Axel's mind reeled in shock. He turned his head, his eyes wide, desperate to find the culprit. His heart pounded in his chest, the world around him dimming.

And then he saw her.

"Mum?"

***Author's note***

I'm so exhausted... Building all that suspense up to this moment. THANKS FOR READING. NO ONE IS SUPPORTING ANYMORE. PLEADE SUPPORT.