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 his arm

when my arm will stop making

small does it have to be to stop making

towards his left

nails on his left

And he pulled back.

slap of meat was cut off, and Shang threw

arm was bleeding profusely, and he

of pain

his mind

no stimulus

of

nothingness, this feeling of pain was like a bright

the feeling of

Did he like it?

No.

want to feel

No.

it was

began to recover, and Shang's Spirit

even when it grew, it

shrunk, it

the individual components of

like a bunch of circles that

was no connection

were

It was so bizarre.

tore off his left index finger and slowly smushed it in his right

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

focused

moved his right index finger to the regrowing

at him, but he

regrow

It was so interesting.

his finger completely regrow with

the same time, the pain

Silence.

Nothingness.

I thinking

on

I thinking

moved

tore off the skin of his forearm in multiple pieces until there

pain receptors were screaming

just was

mind

the pain

was the only thing Shang could focus

was a good spot to rethink one's choices and to make peace

feel very appealing to

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

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