Shang slowly scraped off a long piece of flesh from his left arm and looked at it with his Spirit Sense.

He moved the bloody piece of flesh around in his right hand.

It looked normal.

But as soon as his Spirit Sense looked at the individual components of this piece of flesh, it stopped making sense again.

Shing ripped the piece apart again and looked at the two smaller components.

They still made sense.

He held them together, and they still made sense.

Eventually, Shang dumped one of the pieces since he only needed one.

He ripped it apart and dumped one of the pieces again.

It still made sense.

He did the same thing again.

And again.

And again.

After multiple times, the piece of flesh had become so small that Shang could barely rip it apart anymore.

But it still made sense!

Shang looked at his arm again, which had healed by now, but a similarly sized part of his arm as the piece of flesh he was carrying seemed completely senseless in the grand scheme of things.

The tiny piece of flesh made sense in its entirety, but if it were stuck to his arm, it wouldn't make sense.

It was so weird.

And so interesting.

'Wait, wasn't I thinking about something?'

Time passed.

Time passed.

'I'm sure that I was thinking about something important, right?'

Time passed.

Time passed.

'Abominations, right!'

'This world might one day become exactly like this if I become more powerful.'

Shang's mind began to think about things again that Shang couldn't understand.

to

arm will stop

does it have to be to stop making

hand moved towards his left

his nails on his left forearm

And he pulled back.

meat was cut

was bleeding profusely, and he

feeling of pain was quite

was nothing for his mind to

was no stimulus of

of pain was

feeling of pain was like

inspected the feeling

Did he like it?

No.

want to

No.

it was

Shang's arm began to recover, and Shang's Spirit Sense

sense, and even when it

it shrunk, it continued making

individual components of his arm, everything

was like a bunch of circles

no connection between the two

space, time, and gravity were so warped that everything

It was so bizarre.

and slowly smushed it in

finger transform into tiny parts of flesh, bone, blood, and skin while still

focused

finger to the

at him, but he didn't pay them any

regrow from

It was so interesting.

his finger completely regrow with

time, the pain also

Silence.

Nothingness.

thinking about

focused on

I

moved to his left

forearm in multiple pieces until

receptors were

it just was so

nothing for Shang's mind to

the pain was

the only thing Shang could

was a good spot to rethink one's choices and

didn't feel very

listen to the pain and watch his arm

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