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

my arm will stop making

have to be

right hand moved towards his left arm

nails on his left

And he pulled back.

slap of meat was cut off, and Shang

profusely, and he

pain was quite

mind to

stimulus of

this feeling of

nothingness, this feeling of

the feeling of

Did he like it?

No.

want to

No.

was

recover, and Shang's Spirit Sense was intrigued by the

sense, and even when

when it shrunk, it

on the individual

of circles that made a

was no connection between the

gravity were so

It was so bizarre.

his left index finger and

tiny parts of flesh, bone,

Spirit Sense focused on his

right index finger to the regrowing stump and scratched

him, but

his finger regrow from

It was so interesting.

his finger completely regrow with

time, the

Silence.

Nothingness.

thinking about

on

I thinking

hand moved

of his forearm in multiple pieces until

were screaming

it just was

Shang's mind to latch onto in

pain was so

the only thing Shang could focus

good spot to rethink one's choices and to make

that didn't feel very appealing

appealing and interesting to listen to the pain and watch his arm regrow

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