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

when my arm

small does it have to be to

right hand moved towards his

put his nails on his

And he pulled back.

slap of meat was cut off, and Shang

arm was bleeding profusely, and he felt a bit

pain

for his mind to latch onto

no stimulus of any

feeling of

nothingness, this feeling of

the feeling of

Did he like it?

No.

want to feel

No.

it was

same time, Shang's arm began to recover, and

arm still made sense, and even when it

when it shrunk, it continued making

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

bunch of circles that made

no connection between

space, time, and gravity were so warped that everything

It was so bizarre.

and slowly smushed it in his

of flesh, bone, blood, and skin while

focused

moved his right index finger to the regrowing stump and scratched

receptors were screaming at him, but he

finger regrow from different

It was so interesting.

finger completely

the same time, the pain also

Silence.

Nothingness.

thinking

focused on his

was I thinking

right hand moved to

the skin of his forearm in multiple pieces until there

were

it just

Shang's mind to latch onto in

pain was so

the only thing Shang could focus

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

feel very appealing to

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

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