GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?



It is a funny sight. A small Warrog pup struggling to walk. He is still clumsy even with crawling on all fours. His fur is covered with blood and fluid but there are small isolated patches of white fur that can be seen beneath the grime. He has two small black nobs on his head. They are his ungrown horns.

He left the corpse of his mother and his unborn siblings behind. He can surely rescue his unborn siblings but he doesn't want to. He has no need for them and any effort he puts into them will be unlikely to be worth it. What does he want with four weak troublesome pups? 

Besides, the effort needed to free them is not something he can do easily. It will require damaging his body or divine ability further. He is not willing to do that for some people that he doesn't know or care about.

But he had to return to the corpse pretty soon. He hadn't gotten far before he returned. His stomach was growling strongly. He has a royal bloodline of his own so he shouldn't require sustenance. He should be able to subsist on only mana in the environment but his divine ability which is the very basis for his royal bloodline is demanding food. It is a repercussion of using it so early.

He can control the urges and continue moving since he can force his body to do what he wants because of his powerful soul but he doesn't have full control over his divine ability. He can forcefully activate his divine ability and deactivate it but he can't escape from its repercussions. It is not exactly a bad thing. Eating will appease his divine ability and reduce the damage to his body. He knows that. That's one of the reasons he returned.

"At least you're still good for something." He said to his dead mother before he began the rather enjoyable process of eating her.

He began to eat his dead mother who he killed. His teeth tore into her easily and he gulped down her flesh. He wasn't reluctant about it. He needed to eat and food was available. So why shouldn't he eat? Morals and ethics don't bind him. Those don't matter to him. The goal to achieve perfection is supreme to him.

He was being pragmatic when he decided to eat her but his mind changed as soon as he began. Her flesh was divine. It tasted succulent. Her blood felt like nectar in his mouth. He knows it is due to his divine ability but he has to admit that eating her tasted wonderful.

The divine ability of Warrogs is the major reason why they were rabid and violent. They always feel hungry anytime they use it and flesh tastes good when they satiated that hunger. Eating felt so good that it was pleasurable to do on its own.

The compelling of the divine ability is two-sided. It uses the stick-and-carrot approach. The stick is the unpleasant twisting feeling in their stomach while the carrot is the enhancement of the taste of flesh. When eating feels so good, then there is no reason to starve themselves. They have to use their divine ability whenever they want to acquire worthy prey so it makes them send themself down a spiral of addiction. 

Legion-6 knows that violence feeds their addiction to eating so they are always fighting. They fought other races and amongst themselves. If not for their paragons who brought order to their society, they would have eliminated themselves a long ago. 

He said to himself, "I hope I can get in touch with the ruling class of this plane very early. They should protect me since I am so weak. No paragon will watch me suffer."

He has his hopes of safety on getting in touch with the paragons. As long as it is as he remembers, the Emperors of the Warrogs have strict rules about the treatment of new paragons. He won't be bullied so early because of his weakness. It will give him a chance to get his footing and the opportunity to fulfill why he was reincarnated as a paragon. 

Legion-6 ate his mother completely except her bones. He didn't spare his unborn siblings within her. He ate everything. Nothing was left out. It was just too good. His unborn siblings weren't of use to him before but they have fulfilled some usefulness to him now. 

His stomach continued to crave more food despite him paying back the price for using his divine ability. What's strange is that his body didn't get bigger than his 10-centimeter form. He ate and ate until there was nothing left to eat anymore. His stomach accepted it all without complaining. No one will believe that he just ate someone at least ten times his size and many more times his weight.

He licked his lips after he was done eating. Then he remarked. "That tasted better than I thought."

He has never eaten flesh before. Gehaldirah didn't eat anything apart from life essence. He didn't need to eat anymore after becoming a mana entity. So this experience is very new to him. 

He has never considered eating flesh before. But he didn't need to. He will do whatever it takes to acquire power. It is a plus if what he has to do is pleasurable. Eating his mother is one of those things. Her flesh was pleasurable to eat.

He sat down with a distended belly. He has engorged himself very well. It brought a lot of changes to him. He felt a rising heat from within his stomach. It wants to erupt throughout his body but he can control it.

"What should I do now?" He wondered.

The heat within his stomach is very important. He can stop it from doing what it wants to do but it will be beneficial to him to let it do what it wants. The problem is time and place. He isn't sure he has the luxury of time in such a dangerous place while the heat erupts. He won't be able to move while his divine ability does what it wants so he will be in a vulnerable situation if he lets it.