Your Final Form Skill and Enoch Skill combine

Your body churns and throbs the second you learn Final Form despite never invoking it, much to your confusion. Casting God's eye on yourself, you try to determine just what was happening to your body.

Activate skill: God's Eye

Name: Tentacle **** Mountain

Race: Ascended Verdure/Erosarkic

Class: Sorcerer LVL5, Ranger LVL5

Level: 305

Skills: Intermediate potion production , Novice Magic, Humanity, Angelic Protection, Warmth, God's Eye, Pure Land, Breeding, Mindbreak, Regeneration, Photosynthesize, Synthesize Plant Component, Harvest, Sow, Final Enoch

Spotting a new skill and the change in your race, you focus on it and read through the details of both, worried about the state of your body.

Ascended Verdure/Erosarkic: The unique culmination of light and dark powers coming together in a single individual. A nigh invulnerable creature of peerless virility and size that grows as its level increases. Basal Regeneration rate: 60% that increases based on level Gain 400% more experience and takes 6x damage from fire and ice elemental damage. Virility has grown beyond that of Erosarkics, producing vast litters of young in mere hours. The power of Carnachias has seeped into your core, enhancing your spells by 100% and dark elemental attacks by 600%.

Final Enoch: Through the interaction of dark and light skills Final Form and Enoch, target is permanently given the ideal form of the second evolution gifted by Final Form. All stats gain a 3600% increase.

You read and reread the descriptions over and over again before looking to your regeneration rate. Earlier, 90% of your maximum biomass would regrow every hour, but now this value had skyrocketed to a whopping 240% regeneration rate. Considering you were now significantly larger, there was very little doubt that you'd essentially become unkillable.

Thin roots shot out from your underground main body, the plant half of your body eagerly feeding off the land as nutrients while your Erosarkic half used what's left to synthesize different toxins and **** en mass. Just when you fear the earth will cave in on itself thanks to your rapid nutrient assimilation, you feel new organs form in the emptied cavities, each one optimized for a different task. Some of the cavities were packed with vast lakes of potent neurotoxins, endlessly brewing new concoctions for your surface tentacles to inject or to submerge prisoners in. Others were optimized to tend to the wounds of captured prey, your new body now capable of passively generating the components to healing potions and brewing them without need for harvesting surface herbs. Dozens of new organs spawned underground, yet you knew somehow that your body will take months to properly finish its evolution. Ignoring your main body, you focus on the surface as your tentacles begin swarming, escaping the confines of your dungeon for the greater world.

As you send the first of many tentacles out, you feel them freeze over as the frigid air barrages your body. Realization strikes as you deduce just where you had spawned in your new world. Contrary to your initial beliefs, you didn't spawn in a jungle, but atop a frigid mountain of eternal snow! The revelation suddenly explains the high frequency of ice type monsters, and shows just how sadistic your godly patrons were for spawning you in such a place. Had it not been for your dungeon core spawning a jungle dungeon around you, you'd have died on day one from the cold.

Though you try to halt your growth to stay within the boundaries of your dungeon, you suddenly remember what your character sheet name had become. Tentacle **** Mountain. In a frenzy you try to reign you tentacles in, yet you continue to grow outwards, your Enoch ability denying you the comfort of staying within the confines of your jungle domain.

Your perception expands as your body overflows out in every direction from the dungeon, your tentacles burrowing themselves deep into the snow covered mountain and anchoring themselves with vast root systems. Despite the mountain being a frozen wasteland devoid of nutrients or sunlight, your body thrives in the barren soil, seizing the nutrients from your dungeon and conferring to you an even greater buffer zone against your enemies. A week passes by, yet your body shows no signs of slowing its advance, continuing to terraform the frigid wastes to your domain. In an attempt to at least remain covert, you **** your appendages to grow into a variety of winter plants, such as pine trees, bearberry bushes, arctic poppies, and even winter moss.

Soon, your root system encompasses a majority of the mountain, spawning unending hordes of greenery to survey your surroundings. Proof of just how overgrown you'd become occurs when you sense your monster cores hitting critical mass in size, dividing into not 4, but 8 distinct monster cores to run your new oversized body. Even now, however, with your body now spanning several dozen miles in every direction, you can sense that you were still far from done growing.