Cultivator of the End: I Refine My Own Death-Chapter 112 – The Scavenger Pact

The landscape stretched endlessly before Rin, the horizon obscured by twisted, barren trees that creaked as if whispering warnings on the wind. The earth, a mixture of dirt and bone, seemed to breathe in rhythm with the distant pulses of death—an unseen beat that resonated with the very essence of his core.

He had grown accustomed to the desolation. The world, after all, was a reflection of his own inner decay—a land as broken as the soul that wandered it. But even in this forsaken place, where death lingered like a second skin, there were still creatures that thrived on the misery of others. And today, it seemed, their hunger would turn toward him.

It started with the scent. The air around him shifted, heavy with the stench of flesh, decay, and hunger. The scavenger beasts—creatures known to prowl the fringes of forgotten battlefields and desecrated lands—had caught wind of his presence. Drawn by the unnatural aura of death that surrounded him, they crept from the shadows, circling him like vultures.

Rin's senses sharpened, his Death Core pulsing in response to the threat. He could feel the shifting energies around him, the faint tremors of death stirring in the air. These creatures weren't mere beasts—they were scavengers, born from the same hunger that drove the desperate and the broken. Their bodies were a grotesque blend of predator and carrion eater, their eyes gleaming with intelligence born from centuries of survival in the harshest of conditions.

The first wave of beasts struck with ferocity, their claws scraping against the earth, their jaws snapping with a hunger that made the very air tremble. They were not like the creatures he had faced before—these were born of death itself, twisted by the land's decay. Their flesh was thick and mottled, and their movements were unnervingly fast, designed for one purpose: to feast on the weak.

Rin's body moved before his mind could fully comprehend the threat. His Death Core flared, and the air around him became thick with the weight of impending violence. He released a surge of death aura, a blast that should have been enough to obliterate the beasts. But as the energy expanded, it met a resistance—a strange, undulating force that seemed to soak up the very essence of death, absorbing it like a sponge.

The scavengers, while powerful, were not the true threat. The true danger was something far more ancient, something far more cunning. From the shadows of the nearby ravine, a massive form emerged—a hulking creature with the skeletal frame of a predator and the muscular build of something designed to tear apart both man and beast. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and its massive jaws dripped with the residue of its last kill. This was no ordinary scavenger; this was the Alpha.

It moved slowly at first, but the ground trembled beneath its feet as it closed the distance between them. The other scavengers froze, their minds recognizing the dominance of their leader. They were no longer threats, but mere pawns in the wake of a predator far greater than them.

Rin's instincts flared, and he began to retreat, his body tensing for a fight. But something within him—something deep inside his core—knew this was not a fight that could be won through brute force alone. The Alpha's presence was unlike anything he had ever encountered. It was as if the beast, in all its ferocity, had tasted death in ways that mirrored his own existence. It recognized him, not as prey, but as a being bound to the same essence of decay and destruction.

The Alpha paused just a few feet away, its gaze piercing into Rin's soul. In that moment, the world seemed to freeze. Time stretched as Rin met the beast's gaze, and an ancient understanding passed between them—an unspoken bond forged by the very forces of death. The Alpha had recognized the core within Rin, the lingering remnants of a Death God's power that lay dormant in his flesh.

And then, without a sound, the beast lunged, its massive body crashing toward him like an unstoppable wave.

Rin's first instinct was to fight. His Death Core surged to meet the creature, but he stopped himself just before the clash. Instead of attacking, he stepped sideways, avoiding the Alpha's savage strike with an agility that surprised even him. He could feel the beast's hunger, its desperation to tear him apart, but beneath that, there was something more—something familiar. A connection that made his skin prickle with unease.

"Why do you resist?" Rin whispered, his voice a raspy echo of something he couldn't quite place.

The Alpha paused mid-strike, its eyes narrowing as it studied him. For a long moment, it seemed to consider Rin's words. Then, with an unsettling growl, the beast shifted its stance, pacing around him in a wide arc. It was no longer a mere predator, hunting for its next meal. It had become something else—a force, a presence, aware of the power that Rin wielded.

"You seek to consume what you cannot control," Rin muttered under his breath, watching the Alpha's every move.

He had no desire to kill this creature. Not yet, anyway. There was something deeper at play here. This creature, the Alpha, was not unlike him—it was a creature of death, but unlike the others, it had been born of decay and survival, shaped by the world in ways that mirrored his own journey.

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"Perhaps we do not need to fight," Rin said aloud, his voice calm, calculated. He slowly reached out with his will, extending the influence of his Death Core. The Alpha paused, its ears twitching at the sudden pressure of Rin's aura. Slowly, Rin drew a circle in the air with his fingers, the motion deliberate, forming a pattern only the most ancient beings could understand.

The air around them thickened as Rin began to form the pact, channeling the essence of death that he had absorbed from the land itself. His heart pounded as he worked, each breath drawing in the power that would bind the two of them.

This was no mere ritual—it was a Fleshbound Pact, a contract written in blood, pain, and dominance. A pact forged between a creature of flesh and a being of death. A pact that would bind the Alpha to Rin, but only as long as Rin remained stronger, more powerful. In this pact, Rin was the master, the dominant force. The Alpha would serve, but only for as long as it recognized his strength.

With a final, guttural growl, the Alpha lowered its head, submitting to Rin's will. Its eyes, once burning with primal fury, softened slightly as the bond was sealed.

Rin took a slow, steady breath, his Death Core thrumming with energy. The pact was complete. The Alpha, though unwilling, was now bound to him. It would follow his commands, serve as both mount and guardian, but only until Rin's strength faltered. If Rin's power waned, the pact would break, and the Alpha would turn on him, as ferocious as it had ever been.

The creature growled again, but this time, it was a sound of reluctant acceptance, not rage.

Rin stood tall, feeling the weight of the pact settle over him like a dark mantle. The Alpha circled him once, as if to test the bond. Satisfied that it had no immediate means of escape, the beast knelt, allowing Rin to mount its back. The creature's hide was thick, covered in scales that pulsed with the same death essence Rin had come to know so well. It was not a comfortable ride, but Rin welcomed the discomfort. It was the price of power.

He urged the Alpha forward, and together, they ventured deeper into the land, the echoes of death resounding in the air around them. The Fleshbound Pact had been made, but Rin knew it was only the beginning.

As they moved forward, Rin couldn't shake the feeling that the pact was more than just a tool. It was a reminder—a reminder that no power, no matter how great, came without a cost. The Alpha had recognized his strength, but in doing so, it had also marked him. The pact was not a simple exchange—it was a reflection of Rin's path, one that would lead him further into darkness, binding him to forces beyond his understanding.

And somewhere, deep within him, he knew that this pact would not be the last.

To be continued...