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

arm will stop

to

right hand moved towards his left arm

on his left forearm

And he pulled back.

slap of meat was cut off, and Shang threw

and he felt

of pain was quite

his mind to latch onto

was no stimulus

this feeling of

of nothingness, this feeling

inspected the feeling

Did he like it?

No.

he want to

No.

it was

Shang's arm began to recover,

sense, and even when

shrunk,

soon as Shang focused on the individual components of his arm, everything stopped

bunch of circles

no connection

were so warped

It was so bizarre.

left index finger and slowly smushed it in

bone, blood, and skin while

Sense focused on his regrowing

to

pain receptors were screaming at him, but

finger regrow

It was so interesting.

finger completely regrow

same time, the

Silence.

Nothingness.

I thinking

focused on

I

moved

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

were screaming at

just was so

Shang's mind to latch onto in the

pain was

the only thing

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

that didn't feel very appealing to

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

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