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.

Shang turned to

my arm will stop

it have to be

hand moved towards

nails on

And he pulled back.

cut off,

was bleeding profusely, and he felt a bit of

of pain was quite

his mind to latch onto

was no stimulus of

this feeling of pain was so

this feeling of pain

the feeling of

Did he like it?

No.

want

No.

it was just so

arm began to recover, and

sense, and even when it grew, it continued

when it shrunk, it

as soon as Shang focused on the individual components

bunch of

was no connection between

were so warped that

It was so bizarre.

tore off his left index finger and slowly smushed it in

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

Sense focused on his regrowing

to the regrowing

him, but he didn't pay

saw his finger regrow from different

It was so interesting.

his finger completely regrow with

time, the pain

Silence.

Nothingness.

thinking about

on

I

hand moved to his

his forearm in multiple pieces until there was no more

were

just was

mind to latch onto in

the pain was

was the only thing Shang could

good spot to rethink one's choices

feel very appealing to

and interesting to listen to the pain and watch his arm regrow from different

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