Chapter 462: 460

“Hanging again?”

William couldn’t help but recall the time he and Jin had faced the newborn church together when the members had chosen to greet the Holy Embryo by hanging themselves in unison.

If it hadn’t been for the presence of the “Dusk thin silver liquid,” symbolizing death, the situation would have been extremely perilous, and both of them might have died beneath the church.

Lene explained, “Yes, the key to the Fertility Ceremony lies in ‘hanging,’ and it must be done using an umbilical cord that matches the individual.

If the black umbilical cord hadn’t maintained such an intimate relationship with you, William, I wouldn’t have suggested proceeding with the ritual.”

By hanging with one’s own umbilical cord, one can achieve ‘Umbilical Cord Around The Neck,’ enabling the individual to revisit the sensation of returning to the womb, re-experiencing the entire process of birth, and thus comprehending the sense of being reborn.

Some people become immersed in this, as the most blissful and carefree moments for any conscious life are those spent within the womb, where all one needs to do is quietly feel the warmth, care, and nourishment from the mother, and even interact through limbs and speech separated by a membrane.

If one becomes too deeply immersed, they will not be able to wake up, and their body will undergo permanent naturalization.

So the most critical point of the ‘Fertility Ceremony’ lies here, finding the balance where one can perfectly experience and comprehend the sensation of birth, yet not become engrossed in it.”

“Understood.”

“However, your situation might be quite different, William. The chaotic attributes within you are too many, and unexpected situations might arise during the ritual.

Moreover, you weren’t born of the flock, but are rather a male, which might lead to ‘feminine transformation’ and ‘partial sheepification’ during the ceremony; you need to fully prepare yourself mentally and physically.”

“Hmm, let me think about it.”

Just then, an impatient voice came from the doorway.

“Hey! This is no place to play, you’re only in here because of little sister Lene’s pleading… Can’t you exhibit some of the decorum expected of a male, just get on with it and hang yourself.

If you can’t even undergo such a basic ceremony, then don’t stay here any longer, just scram.”

The speaker was none other than the Black Sheep Miss Leah, responsible for guarding the ritual room, with a voluptuous body where extra flesh only showed where it ought to, resembling a slightly bitter but fragrant large-pearl milk latte.

Her two strong arms crossed in front, underlining her significant bosom.

“Give William a little time, sister Leah. The Sheep Palace has never dealt with this sort of situation before.”

“One minute! If you can’t make up your mind, I’ll kick you out with a hoof and have you pack up and leave the forest quickly; we don’t keep idlers and waste here.”

Black Sheep Leah’s mockery was deliberate,

As the guardian of the ritual room, she knew better than anyone the great risk the young man was taking in undergoing the Fertility Ceremony, considering no other young male with the Death Attribute had ever completed it in the history of the flock.

Yet William wasn’t phased by Leah’s urging or mockery, as he hadn’t even listened to a word, instead gazing intently into the ritual room, feeling the state of past ritualists.

“Yellow Skin, do you have any opinions?”

My knowledge is limited to ‘Skin,’ and my awareness of other areas of the Old World is only through conversations with the Skin Slaves.

Some of the things you are doing have already exceeded my understanding, this is a decision you should make yourself. If you completely naturalize during the ritual, I’ll just move to this little goat, it doesn’t really matter to me.

William shook his head resignedly, but hardened his resolve when he remembered the frequently-damaged Aquarium and Yi Chen, who had achieved consciousness freedom.

He reached gently toward his belly button, and as the black umbilical cord emerged, William whispered, “What do you think? Are you willing to bestow upon me the chance to be fertile?”

The umbilical cord, devoid of any senses, naturally couldn’t hear William’s words, but it could feel its master’s emotions and the current special environment.

Gaji Gaji~

Moving its plump and smooth body, it crawled through the ritual room and finally leaped forward by compressing its body.

Pop!

It hung steadily from the central suspension and tied a noose that fit William’s head.

With that, there was nothing to hesitate about,

“Sigh… Let’s do this.”

As William approached the noose,

Black Sheep Leah also cast a serious glance,

Amazed by such a healthy and full black umbilical cord, she couldn’t comprehend how such a perfect umbilical cord could reside within a patient with the Death Attribute.

Thinking of the spectacle about to take place, Lene slowly moved closer from the door,

first embracing Lene as if to show concern, but in reality, she was there to closely observe the young man’s hanging process.

“Sister Lene? The pressure on my back is so tight…”

“Okay, I’ll relax a bit~ Tell me, do you think this kid will make it?”

“I don’t know, but William, he must make it… It’s because of the impossible things he did that I could come here to live with the sisters.

When we went to rescue him, we saw it too, facing those blood citizens he could still confront them head-on.”

“Alright, let’s keep quiet and watch his performance.”

William had already reached the lower end of the umbilical cord knot, where a small wooden stool specifically for hanging was placed, bearing numerous sheep hoof prints on it.

Stepping onto the stool,

tilting his head forward,

the moment his neck touched the umbilical cord knot, he kicked his legs!

The stool fell, William’s body stretched tight, his bulging eyes dispersed in an instant… His entire consciousness was sucked into the umbilical cord, traveling through the warm, moist black flesh tunnel to the most primitive palace.

This primitive palace was created by the mother of the sheep, a special space for the Fertility Ceremony, or rather a virtual version replicated from her own womb.

Any consciousness that entered the virtual womb, she would know immediately.

The mother of the sheep, currently dealing with tasks outside, suddenly clutched her abdomen, as if feeling a chill in her womb, her forehead furrowed with the chaotic attributes intruding, speeding up her tasks to return as soon as possible.

In the palace,

William’s consciousness had not fully submerged in a state of bliss, he woke up completely after less than a minute of brief adaptation when a burst of brainwave stimulation came from Madness Brain.

“This is!”

William suddenly opened his eyes to find that his consciousness now appeared as an infant, his navel still connected to the black umbilical cord, soaking in a vast palace cave, its walls between stone and flesh, slightly writhing.

“Is this the Fertility Ceremony?

To let the consciousness experience the entire process of birth again in the form of a newborn within the womb… Since I have woken, should I be able to do something else?

It seems there are some inscriptions on the wall surface.”

The infantile William tried to move the amniotic fluid as much as possible, slowly swimming towards the wall in a breaststroke posture.

“These aren’t inscriptions, but murals… They seem to depict the birth process of some ‘Perfect Embryo’.

Could it be, the infants within the womb can undergo congenital ‘physical molding’ through a series of ‘initial movements’ and ‘fetal position changes’? Born to win right from the starting line? Let me give it a try.”

The learning and reading capabilities bestowed by Madness Brain allowed him to quickly immerse himself in the murals,

quickly grasping their meanings,

the infantile consciousness began to perform these bizarre Fertility movements,

and not just that, his physical body hanging in the ritual room also began to twist, replicating the exact same movements,

sometimes folding his hands behind his back, intertwining his fingers into a lotus-like structure,

sometimes bending his legs over his head with soles touching,

sometimes curling up his body, burying his head between his legs, fully stretching his spine and connecting his mouth and anus into a cycle,

Though these movements seemed exaggerated, they were possible for an embryo whose bones were still soft, and for William, a student trained by teacher Zede, they were easily achievable.

As William followed the mural processes, performing each standard Fertility posture,

the bottom of the virtual womb opened up, leading to the outside, signaling that the ceremony was nearing its end,

this opening persisted for only half a minute, and if an individual couldn’t escape during this interval, ‘Permanent Naturalization’ would occur.

However,

William showed no intention of leaving, he hadn’t even realized the womb was opened, completely immersed in molding his new physical body.