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"Ooo, a mind attack," he muttered, a trace of amusement in his voice. Yet, he felt no telepathic intrusion—nothing probing his thoughts or breaching his mental defenses. No, this was something else entirely. Something different.

Their mental assaults didn't affect him directly, but they warped the environment around him in subtle, disconcerting ways.

"Is this a Reality Marble?" However, unlike those, this felt crude, unstable even. Also, he felt something else—something beyond the attack—tugging at the edges of his biology, subtly interfering with his body. Before, someone could interfere in his fight against the monkeys.

The boy With a single swipe of his hand, he shattered their crude construct. The distorted reality trembled, cracked, and snapped back into place as though rebounding from the strain.

While the attack was unique, it demanded a heavy price from its user—a sacrifice, no doubt.

"But… that big monkey I killed earlier seemed capable of something like this. These others, though—they're… asleep?" I guess that's the sacrifice.

As He glanced around, confusion creeping into his thoughts.

"And why the fuck am I on the ground?"

Shaking off his daze, he noticed them—tendrils, slithering across his body. Some had already latched onto him, while others crept closer, coiling with unnerving intent, trying to reshape him.

With swift, precise movements, he severed the tendrils wrapped around him, dodging others that lunged in his direction. "Swoosh" he launched himself skyward, His body cutting cleanly through the air as he observed the tendrils retreating below, some slinking back into the ground as if absorbed.

Curious.

As he hovered above, he noticed a disturbing sight—tendrils erupting from the soil beneath the unconscious monkeys, twisting and writhing with an eerie intelligence. They moved like serpents, coiling around the limp forms with a deliberate grace.

Yet there was no violence—no screams, no frantic struggle, only an unnerving stillness. The transformation was surreal, almost serene. The tendrils seeped into their flesh like roots burrowing into rich earth. Their fur softened into moss, their limbs hardened into bark, and their once-lively eyes now glowed with a tranquil green hue.

Within moments, the monkeys no longer resembled living creatures. Their forms had merged with the forest, transformed into intricate statues of wood and vine, Leaves sprouted from their limbs, flowers bloomed where their faces once were, as though nature itself had claimed them.

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The only remnants of their former selves were the faint glint of their steel claws.

"Oh my... truly, a unique place indeed," he murmured, his gaze lingering on the grotesque beauty of the scene.

Hmm… it seems the forest only targets the unsuspecting.

Some of the monkeys appeared to still be alive, but their behavior had drastically changed. They no longer seemed aggressive or coordinated. Instead, they scattered in all directions, moving erratically, avoiding each other, and fleeing without even a backward glance.

"Did they snap out of the berserk trance? I thought that was permanent. Guess not."

Descending slowly to the forest floor, he noticed something odd—the scars of battle had vanished. The gashes on the trees, the torn-up earth—it was all gone. The forest appeared untouched, as though it had erased the chaos entirely.

"Creepy," he muttered, a shiver running down his spine at the unnatural restoration.

Before he could rest or even fully process the events, a sharp sensation pricked the back of his neck. Someone—or something—was watching him. And it was amused.

He could easily track the source of the gaze, but he chose not to. He hadn't come here to hunt or confront; he was here to experience this strange world.

The monkeys… long gone.

So, he resumed his journey, walking in the same direction as before. This time, his steps were more leisurely, his demeanor relaxed. Yet, the unsettling gaze persisted, following his every move.

Fine, he thought with a smirk. If it wanted to watch, he'd give it something to watch.

With deliberate nonchalance, the boy paused, squatted down, and defied the unseen watcher in the most primal way possible.

He decided to poop.

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The scene shifted to an area cloaked in impenetrable darkness, devoid of shadows or definition. The blackness was so absolute that it seemed to swallow everything whole, leaving only a pair of glowing pink eyes visible—a vivid contrast to the void. Within those eyes danced an unusual symbol, a flicker of flame that seemed alive in its own right.

Was it strange that only the eyes were visible, with no form to anchor them? Yes, deeply strange. Yet, in this place, it felt oddly fitting.

The owner of the eyes was lost in thought, pondering its existence. The long years of confinement here felt like an eternity, yet the reasons for its imprisonment had faded from memory. It knew it was confined, but the "why" had become irrelevant.

With a blink of those flaming eyes, it mused about its current state. Did it even care anymore? Not particularly. It had found solace in its dominion over this bizarre forest, its power unmatched. Here, it could do as it pleased—no rules, no intrusions, just endless possibilities.

Its most consistent amusement? Tormenting the creatures of the Black Wilds. Sometimes, it would slap the monkeys into submission; other times, it would alter their very biology, shaping them into grotesque parodies of their former selves. This was its entertainment, its game.

As it prepared to settle back into stillness, perhaps to drift into a dreamless sleep, something shifted. A ripple, faint but unmistakable, passed through the forest—A DISTURBANCE!

HERE!

Its gaze sharpened, and the scene unfolded before it. A crack in the fabric of space itself, and out of it, a boy was hurled into the forest.

What caught its attention wasn't just the spectacle of the boy's arrival but the impossibility of it. The Black Wilds is weird like that—no external forces can penetrate its boundaries. No matter the power, no matter the will, this forest denied entry to all. And yet, here was this boy, defying the rules of a place that had none.

How the fuck did he get here?

The Boy the Anomaly piqued its curiosity. With an amused glint in those fiery pink eyes, it made a decision- the only one that made sense to it.

Like what every curious observer do?

It would observe.

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