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.

turned to his

arm will

have to be to

right hand moved towards his left arm

put his nails on his left

And he pulled back.

big slap of meat was cut

and he felt a

of pain

his mind

no stimulus of any

this feeling of

of nothingness, this feeling of pain was like a bright

the feeling

Did he like it?

No.

want to

No.

was just so

to recover, and Shang's

made sense, and even when it grew, it

when it shrunk,

individual components of his arm, everything

of

no connection between the

gravity were so warped that everything

It was so bizarre.

his left index finger and slowly smushed it in his

of flesh, bone, blood,

Sense focused on

index finger to the regrowing stump and scratched the

screaming at him, but he didn't

regrow from

It was so interesting.

watched his finger

the same time,

Silence.

Nothingness.

I thinking

focused on

I thinking

hand moved to

the skin of his forearm in

pain receptors were

it just

Shang's mind to

pain

was the only thing Shang could

Sweeper had said that this was a good spot to

didn't feel very appealing

to listen to the

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