Shuc-rimmurath, the Insatiable Mother
Shuc-rimmurath.
It was the name I had originally reserved for a future legion commander.
I’m using it now. It suits her quite well.
Creamland, the open-pit mine, countless breads and heroic entities, a single trait, a god fragment, and a massive chunk of every resource I currently possessed—I poured it all into this creation.
The level of the unique creation is too high.
It doesn’t matter. Force it through.
Due to the penalty of skipping the promotion trial, severe tribulation shall descend upon this creation.
“A thousand calamities are surging in. Block them all.”
I didn’t need to be told. I wielded the full power available to a god. With an overwhelming flood of divine energy, I brute-forced every single assault the world tried to hurl at the newborn creation.
And so it was born.
Everything I had forced inside fused into a single body amid the monstrous roar. Dozens of legs, a colossal torso, an unnaturally swollen belly, and ornate structures covering its form—it finally revealed itself. Though compressed to roughly fifteen meters in diameter for now, it would grow larger with time.
It roared as it slowly crawled out of what had once been the open-pit mine. In truth, it was no longer a mine at all. The god fragment that had rested there had been completely consumed in Shuc-rimmurath’s creation.
Did that mean I had abandoned my original goal of producing metal-based lifeforms? Not even slightly.
In fact, this achievement surpassed it.
Its stats were already higher than Yogur-tosoth’s. Yet in actual combat, considering its sheer mass, it fought like garbage. Its health was absurdly high, but its offensive repertoire probably amounted to little more than body slams and bites. Of course, given its size those alone would be terrifying enough.
But I hadn’t created this thing for combat in the first place.
The greedy cream beast rampaged wildly. I let it. I had already transferred every relevant technique and method during its creation.
It began advancing from the ruined world into new territory. The Creamland currents and syrup river used in its birth remained connected to it even now.
I recalled the lesson I had heard from Mihun through one of my other selves.
“The Territory Alignment Method is a technique that begins in the material realm and advances into the spiritual flow realm. In other words, it is a method that turns the practitioner’s own body into a ‘territory.’
The opposing Celestial Path Method begins in the spiritual realm and interferes with the material world, while the Guidance Method….”
“Skip that. Just explain the Territory Method.”
“Tsk. Very well. As I said before, it is a power that converges Charm. However, even if a powerful Charm draws in the flow, that flow does not disappear. A flow must flow. Therefore, the amount one draws in must be given back in equal measure. This is why Charm can appear to be a radiating power.”
“If you give back exactly what you take in, doesn’t that cancel out any meaning?”
“Not at all. In the process of convergence and reflection, the very nature of the flow changes. When one person loves another, does that love always return as love? It might return as indifference, contempt, rage, irritation, or disgust.”
“Ah. I see.”
“Indeed. And the same principle applies to the Earth itself. You already understand the concept of a land’s level. It refers to the depth of the flow residing within the land and the flow the land itself generates.”
So that was it.
“In other words, the Earth also possesses its own Charm and fate. The Territory Method transmits the flow of spiritual energy to the land to create new currents, or extracts the existing flow from the land and manifests it into the world through oneself.”
“…Okay. And?”
“A True Immortal explaining cultivation techniques is an opportunity you will not find anywhere else. Pay attention, will you? Goodness.
Ultimately, the Territory Method turns the practitioner into a land that bears its own fate. Once one can freely use the method in any terrain, true mastery is reached. To put it another way, any creation made using fragments of this immortal that belong to the ‘territory’ category has already reached a high level in the Territory Method. Your world’s Abhojuth, for example.
Or one may cause this immortal’s own fragments to be reborn as living beings. Such entities can advance to the next stage of the Territory Method.”
“For example?”
“Connecting other territories to oneself.”
Shuc-rimmurath roamed the world, devouring every organic substance and edible mineral in sight. Even the gamchi soaring through the sky could not resist the tentacles and mouths that burst forth like mist; they were crushed and sucked inside.
After consuming resources this way, Shuc-rimmurath began scattering children that looked nothing like itself.
Jelly-types and gamchi-types—all born from the genes of the creatures it had swallowed. The jellies and gamchi did not mix directly, but the process resembled mating and birth far more than predation and digestion.
Everywhere it traveled, it scattered syrup. Riding the syrup, it simultaneously linked the flow moving toward itself with the flow residing in the land, binding the still-incompletely fused world into one and automatically raising the terrain level across the entire planet.
“Truly astonishing. A monster connected to the land that exists solely to give birth.”
“Right. In other words, it’s the healer of my ecosystem.”
After the last thrashing I received from the Sicados had left the ecosystem in ruins, I had wondered—would I have to restore everything after every single war?
With Shuc-rimmurath, that worry vanished. It stored the genes of every animal in the ecosystem, could birth any species, and would remember the genes of every new creature that appeared afterward.
Plants, jellies, gamchi, animals—it made no difference. It could even produce nameless hybrid monsters through parallel gene transfer. And not useless mutations, either—strong, vicious new strains.
That wasn’t all. Using the Territory Method I had taught it, the creature exchanged flows with the land itself. Through the syrup spread thickly across the ground, it unified the entire ecosystem’s currents into one. It supplied nectar from that unified flow and created an ideal environment where countless lifeforms could thrive.
The sovereign of bread and cream. A power perfectly suited to Shuc-rimmurath. What I scattered across my dessert desert wasn’t merely cream—it was Creep. A superorganism that cultivated life and connected the entire land.
“Um, that particular meaning of ‘creep’ is a proper noun exclusive to a certain game…”
Why was this angel nitpicking out of nowhere? Just let it go. Koreans are allowed to do that.
Wherever Shuc-rimmurath passed, a syrup river formed. Where the syrup river flowed, a connection between the spiritual realm and the land arose naturally. Cream gushed forth, nectar followed, and the countless lifeforms Shuc-rimmurath scattered filled every space. They ate, damaged, restored, and were born again.
The creatures it birthed were devoured by others, and Shuc-rimmurath itself destroyed what had already been built. The world was forced to constantly create and adapt.
A rear-line legion commander that desired nothing but birth, consumption, and growth. That was Shuc-rimmurath.
After ravaging the world for some time, Shuc-rimmurath finally reached the nectar lake.
The resident apex predators, the bisyakheet, attacked, but she didn’t even flinch. She simply plunged her face into the lake and devoured the gumicoral reef along with tons upon tons of nectar.
Abhojuth’s scream. It was fine. This too was the law of nature. Since Abhojuth had also been taught the Territory Method, it would simply produce nectar more efficiently from now on.
Having replenished sufficient energy, Shuc-rimmurath began to birth even more ‘delicate’ and ‘powerful’ creatures. These were her direct bloodline.
Hmm. What should I name them…
“Angel. Do you think a pun between ‘cream’ and ‘lamb’ would work?”
“No, um… Please don’t ask me that. You summoned an administrator angel from the organizers just to ask about a pun’s rhythm?”
This angel came all the way here just to nitpick copyright and now complains about puns.
Ah, whatever. In any case, the ‘Dark Rims’ that were created resembled red bean jelly more than they resembled Shuc-rimmurath.
They were hybrids of countless genes, they were overwhelmingly strong, and they wildly exchanged genes while scattering cream and syrup everywhere.
And within the world, those powerful predators devoured them. That was simply how things worked. Yet Shuc-rimmurath paid it no mind at all. She simply wandered the world, creating every kind of lifeform imaginable.
The more she gave birth, the hungrier she became. When hungry, she ate other things. And then she gave birth again. An eternally unquenchable thirst. An eternally unquenchable desire.
But precisely because of that, she felt gratitude when full. She suffered when hungry. That powerful will to live exerted an overwhelming influence on everything around her.
Shuc-rimmurath’s Charm stat sat at a staggering ten thousand points. Even if she tried not to influence her surroundings, the number made it impossible.
Thanks to my ecosystem’s ‘Monster’ trait, Shuc-rimmurath exerted immense pressure on every creature nearby.
Yet every weak lifeform incapable of enduring the Fear and Intimidation had already died. The remaining creatures, faced with that overwhelming Charm, chose instead to become part of its flow.
Shuc-rimmurath was not particularly aggressive. Destruction was merely part of her feeding cycle. Beyond that, she was a mother of regeneration and creation.
Creatures that realized food would appear if they followed the mad procession of Shuc-rimmurath and her Dark Rims accepted the terror and the risk of being captured and eaten. They followed her, singing, mating, and devouring what she brought forth.
The investment had been so enormous that the world level had not yet risen, but if left alone, Shuc-rimmurath would eventually bind my entire world together with cream.
Once the whole terrain was linked, magic power would explode upward and the spiritual realm called Creamland—connected to that terrain—would grow as well.
If a dimensional rift to an enemy world ever opened, it would be worth watching. Shuc-rimmurath would advance, devouring everything in sight and terraforming the entire place into dessert desert.
This creature ate metal, minerals, plants, and animals without discrimination. At this point, there were probably almost no worlds capable of stopping a monster with twenty-seven thousand health.
I thought I had created her well and achieved excellent results, but then came an unexpected protest.
“Calm yourself, Yogur-tosoth. Shuc-rimmurath is simply following her own fate. She does not come close to your power.”
What? So the fact that Shuc-rimmurath could roam the world freely was that irritating? How ridiculous.
“If the domain granted to her is the land, the domain granted to you is the vast sky, outer space, and the entirety of spacetime. What exactly are you being so stingy about? Can’t you do simple math?”
Huh? Ah. Wait a second. In the game, you could travel to that region too, right? Hmm…
“Someday, once we occupy the entire world, you will naturally enjoy the largest domain. The lofty realm that those who crawl upon the ground can never reach.”
Well. That seemed to settle the matter for now.
In game time, a world collision would likely occur in just a few years. From an ecosystem perspective, that was instantaneous.
I turned to Mihun, who had been watching the scenery of my world with evident satisfaction.
“Then it seems the time has come to settle our accounts.”
“Indeed. Come, calculate each of our contributions.”
If I had developed Mihun’s world to an extreme degree, Mihun had given me knowledge of the Territory Method and the Beast Evolution Method. He had even personally taught me several of them.
Though I had not yet made use of the Beast Evolution Method. I would use it someday… but there was not enough time to teach it properly right now.
The angels performed a brief calculation and spoke.
“Lord Biin must pay Lord Mihun approximately 14,424 points.”
Sigh. So I was the one paying… Well, without this guy I never would have conceived of creating Shuc-rimmurath. Besides, they apparently valued knowledge quite highly in these calculations. Its worth only increased as the game progressed.
Still, it wasn’t an unbearable amount. These days I earned hundreds of thousands of points per game. I could hand this much over without issue.
But then Mihun made an unexpected counter-proposal.
“One moment. Instead of victory points, may I receive something else?”
“Depends on what you need.”
“Those creatures you called bisyakheet from the lake. I would like to take three breeding pairs of those sturdy lifeforms.”
“…Well. In terms of point value it’s not that difficult. But honestly, those things will be almost impossible to control.”
“It is fine. This immortal shall handle them.”
Suit yourself. Honestly, I barely knew how to manage an ecosystem properly—how was I supposed to manage those monsters? They were far cheaper than points, so he could take them.
After contact with the other world ended, six bloodthirsty monstrous birds entered Mihun’s world.
“What are these monsters!”
“Neither stone spears nor spells work on them!”
“Their bodies are so tough that even those who mastered soft-body techniques cannot handle them!”
“C-call the sect leader! Only the sect leader can face them!”
Supposed level two-to-three ascetics couldn’t even deal with naturally born creatures.
When a level-four great disciple was literally torn to shreds by two bisyakheet working in tandem, both the ascetics and the criminals felt their vision go black.
But the ones truly driven to madness were the bisyakheet themselves.
There was no nectar in this world.
That endless liquid of life! That liquid that granted infinite power!
They could not survive without it. That sweet liquid they could not resist even while being beaten by those horrible tentacles!
Yet it was nowhere to be found. No matter how hard they searched, it simply wasn’t there.
I’m hungry. So hungry I’m losing my mind. The weak beasts of this world cannot fill my stomach. I tried eating the strong ones, but it is still not enough.
Using their sixth sense that detected flows, the bisyakheet set out in search of the strongest magic power.
Conveniently, the ascetic who could be called the master of the Spiritual Cave was absent. He had left to test the inner cores of every creature after witnessing his world turned into chaos. The bisyakheet broke through the youkai-filled cave, heading deeper toward the sweetest scent.
And they found it. A small lake within. A thick pool of the liquid known as gongcheong seokyu.
It somehow reminded them of home, so they began gulping it down desperately. It seemed to lack nutrients, but the dense magic power and powerful flow filling their bodies made it feel slightly better.
It was then.
“Listen.”
“I, True Immortal Mihun, recite the formula. Repeat after me.”
⟨ Be reborn. ⟩
The bisyakheet felt an irresistible will in that voice from the sky.
Not understanding why, they operated the flow inside their bodies exactly as instructed.
They accepted the immense divine power Mihun poured into them and gradually transformed.
The things that had been bisyakheet spoke.
“Ooh…”
“This is…!”
Shape transformation. Although the opposing god Mihun had consulted had not specifically learned it, once the Beast Evolution Method reached a high realm, mere beasts could obtain human spirituality, change their forms, and gain intelligence.
They had transformed into a strange race possessing their original forms along with robust arms, thick tails, powerful legs, and wings all at once. They were half Mihun, half bisyakheet.
In the distant future, even Yeondan-u—the strongest expert in the world—would regard them with caution. The inherently superior yo race. This was the first birth of the Bisa tribe.
True Immortal Mihun wore a refreshingly satisfied smile.
“As expected. I knew they possessed this much potential!”