"Evolution," Sol whispered, the word tasting like wine on his tongue.
He stood there for a moment longer, basking in the sheer, gluttonous potential of his future. The idea of becoming a cosmic apex predator by simply... enjoying himself...was almost too good to be true. It was the kind of plot armor he used to criticize in forums for being "too OP," but now that he was wearing it? It fit perfectly.
But of course, transformation wasn't just limited to physical, as he had fucked a literal goddess, the epitome of existence, even though she was in weakened state and without divine power, but a goddess was still a goddess.
So, next was the time for mental transformation, and unlike the physical transformation which had been violent… a cracking of bones and a burning of skin. The mental transformation arrived in silence.
