Crow stepped into a cum filled cavern. It smelled like a blanket left in the sun after being used during a night filled with sex. The potency was enough to make his eyes water, but more importantly, he didn’t understand what the hell was happening. Based on the texture, moistness, and previously mentioned cum, it was like he’d stepped into a giant’s vagina. The deeper he went, the more he felt it to be true. Even the way the walls contracted around him was like—

Crow erased that thought because it wasn’t polite to kiss and tell. If any of his women knew what he’d just been thinking about, they’d thrash him.

At some point, he came to a narrow part of the passage and guessed he was passing through the cervix and into the uterus. The problem he struggled with was why this was his trial. He didn’t know if it was a manifestation of his own thoughts, and if so, it really made him appear to be a degenerate. Unable to help himself, he placed a hand on the wall, fascinated with the details he wouldn’t have noticed in a normal-sized vagina—at least not without some tools and many uncomfortable questions afterward.

*What are you doing?* Lily asked.

Shit! Crow nearly shouted in his mind because he forgot he had a ‘handler.’ She wouldn’t speak for days at a time, so it was easy to forget she was always around.

*I’m pretty sure this is the world’s biggest vagina.* Was the only lame reply he could come up with.

*But why are you in there?*

*You think I did this? I’m doing that stupid python trial, and once I entered the temple… well, you can see the results. Any clues about what I’m supposed to do here?*

*Massage the womb and make her scream and moan obscenities?*

*What the fuck?*

Lily was cackling in his mind, and Crow couldn’t believe how perverted she’d become. He really had to do something about that before she really snapped.

*Follow the right or left uterine wall if it is a womb. In theory, either direction should be the same thing. You probably need to enter the ovary if it really is what you think. I’m guessing the eggs are probably the answer?*

Crow didn’t have any other theory, so it sounded just as plausible as anything else. Out of curiosity—yes, curiosity—he rubbed his hand against the uterine wall, trying to stimulate it. It quivered and secreted a slick substance that felt like cyprine, the lubricant a vagina typically secretes.

*Pervert.*

*Bullshit. I know you said that before because you were as curious as me.*

*I admit nothing. But that was a curious reaction. Hehe, maybe you are inside Corra.*

Crow stopped moving out of shock. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility if she was a goddess. This trial just got weirder the more it went on. Unable to refute or confirm what she said, he could only shrug and move on. He was just thankful his vision abilities weren’t totally blocked. After five minutes of walking, he found a strange gel-like sac that shouldn’t be in the uterus. As he approached, it squirmed and a serpentine face pressed against the thin, transparent substance.

“Ahh, fuck!” Crow shouted and stumbled back but quickly realized what he had just touched. He approached the amniotic sac again, confirming that he was definitely in the womb of a pregnant giant. A giant that looked as if she was birthing a world serpent…!

“By the root,” he whispered, placing his hand lightly against the sac. The serpent inside twisted and rubbed its head against his palm.

*You know what this is?*

“If I’m not mistaken, we are inside the Bringer of Sorrow, Angrboda,” Crow explained aloud. “She was once the powerful witch that supposedly gave birth to the World Serpent, known as Jörmungandr. Those legends aren’t from the Draoidh, so I’ve only read hints in our library. The World Serpent is a herald to a type of apocalyptic event in whichever world it originated, but it’s vague on this concept.”

*You believe this womb is hers?*

“Who knows? We are in a giant womb, and it is giving birth to a serpent already large enough to devour a small town without a problem.”

*If that’s true, this child has a sad fate.*

Crow felt Lily was missing the point, but whatever. This was seriously fucked up, and the reward at the end of this better be worth his time. Suddenly, he remembered Corra’s face and sad countenance and wondered about her advice. He touched the amniotic sac once more and felt more than saw the serpent within. The angular face was nearly as big as a human. It nuzzled against Crow’s hand like a baby kitten, and he could feel the warmth and longing.

“Maybe…”

*Maybe?*

“Nothing.” Crow shook his head and kept moving. This whole time, he kept muttering to himself, ‘what the fuck’ because he couldn’t wrap his head around a bizarre event. Never would have expected he’d enter the vagina of a giant pregnant woman. However, now that he was getting over his initial shock, he questioned its purpose. Some trials were weirdly specific, but others, like this one, had layers of intent. It wasn’t wrong to question its intent, but in doing so, there was a risk of missing out on treasures.

After a time, he approached a membranous chasm, and one side had a puckered star door—like that of a butt hole. Crow may not know what was going on, but he knew it was definitely not the butt hole. Even stranger, there were the floating balls of Night Flame lighting up the room. It didn’t surprise him when an old man in a black robe with red lining appeared.

“Tower Guardian? I’d say it was unexpected, but that’s a lie.” Crow felt his aura before entering the room and was already familiar with it.

The old man laughed. “That’s why I like you. I could squash you without blinking, yet you showed me no respect or fear. It’s tiring dealing with all the simps in this tower. Your unrestrained attitude is why I enjoy watching your progression.”

“Ha!” Crow laughed, not expecting the tower to use slang like simp to describe all the kiss-ups. It was a place that admired the strong, but Crow could never get behind kissing someone’s ass just because they were stronger than him. They were worthy of respect, he would give them that, but expecting him to treat them as gods or pretend they never shit, he wasn’t built to do that. “What is this place? I have my theories, but really?”

“It’s about what you thought. As to why? Would you believe me if I told you this wasn’t within my control? The guardians, like Corra, usually sign the slave contract because of benefits. The Heavens take advantage of their vulnerability, and by the time they realize they’ve been tricked and become slaves, it’s too late. Within that contract, there are parameters and rules they must abide by, but most are fairly loose and up to their discretion. Tower Guardians, like me, provide an assortment of rewards. You’d be surprised how many cultivators reaching the end of their life will make a deal with me—and that is where most inheritance trials originate. They need to provide enough of a reward to make it worth my time, or I won’t accept such a deal. As talented as you are, there is no inheritance you are worthy of leaving behind. At least not yet. A reward is determined depending on the trial-goer’s performance, results, and other factors. If something occurs that defies all expectations, I can step in and grant a better reward.”

“Are you stepping in now?”

“Kid, who are you trying to fool? Don’t tell me you don’t know by now the primary reward granted by this trial, because I won’t believe you.”

“I’m not talking about that,” Crow chuckled. “I know that this trial has the chance of sending people to the upper realms, but I’m asking specifically if you needed to be present for that?”

“I do. But I’ll only explain afterward. Every tower has a trial like this. A fast track to the top, but only a fated few will have the opportunity. Realistically, this trial should happen every five years, and only those under the age of thirty may attempt it. But, a certain person built their sect on top of this place. Even hid it within a sacred temple, and in time things were lost, like the Python’s Tongue. Rendering the trial inert until it returned. Now, maybe this trial will remain functional again.”

“What do I need to do?”

“Make a choice. This nice puckered doorway, or keep going forward.”