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

It would observe him.

Like any truly curious observer might.

When the boy was hurled onto the ground, the impact buckled the earth beneath him, creating a gaping hole. Yet, in an instant, the earth rebounded, restoring itself to an undisturbed state. That was normal, a quirk of this place.

What wasn't normal, however, was the boy's state. He was unconscious with no wounds whatsoever.

As the forest's tendrils emerged, snaking toward him with intent to rewrite his biology, they met unexpected resistance.

No.

Though the tendrils penetrated his skin, but they could not venture any deeper. They were stopped, unable to work their influence. And it felt it.

The forest entity always felt the energy siphon back to it whenever the tendrils took hold of a victim.

But now? Nothing. No energy, no feedback, no connection.

It was remarkable. Unprecedented.

This boy, this anomaly, was truly unlike anything it had encountered. Worthy of study, undeniably.

So, it decided to take another approach—one more calculated, and entirely unforgiving.

If it couldn't alter his biology, then it would do the next best thing.

It would change the boy's outer skin, encase him in a layer of its own making, and preserve him like a pickle. For later.

For study.

But something unexpected happened. Before it could seize the boy and hurl him toward its domain, the connection to its tendrils was severed.

The link, once strong and unyielding, simply ceased.

And with it, its vision.

WHAT… IS… THIS?

For the first time in its millennia-long existence, it felt something unfamiliar—a creeping dread. It wasn't just blindness; it was an emptiness that clawed at its essence.

The vibrant pink eyes dulled, their light fading until they were voids of nothingness. The monochrome world its inhabited, which once carried faint traces of her presence, plunged into an even deeper abyss. Even the faint glow of its eyes was slowly faded away, consumed by an oppressive darkness.

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There was movement. But in the absolute blackness, nothing could be seen.

...….

It … is … alive. Or was forced to be alive. But it, did not know.

But… It was not worried, even if it was killed, or its soul was destroyed. It will be reformed back to this place. That much is certain in Arlam's Atoll after all.

So its decided to wait, wait for its eyes to restore.

While its eyes were restoring, there is something else you need to know. You why its connection were lost to the tendrils. Why it suddenly became blind. It was not because of some shock or something, no no no. its soul was literally shredded apart for looking at the unknown.

I told you the boy was not normal. He was an enigma.

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After some time, its vibrant pink eyes, adorned with the flickering symbol of fire, were restored. And the first thought that surged through its mind was simple: Find him.

It began scanning for the anomaly, its focus sharpening as it searched for the boy.

First, it turned its gaze to the patch of forest where he had first appeared. But there was nothing. No trace of him, not even a lingering whisper of his presence.

It expanded its search, sweeping its sight across the surrounding forest. Still, it found no sign of him.

Strange.

It should have been able to sense him—through the leaves, the ground, the tendrils. The forest itself should have betrayed his location. Yet, it yielded nothing.

Unless... he's in the air.

Air?

The idea struck it. Before it could shift its gaze skyward, a new disturbance rippled through the forest. This one was far less severe than the first, but still, it caught its attention.

Its focus wavered. The urgency to locate the boy surged. Could that disturbance be him?

With a flicker of resolve, it decided, A quick glance won't hurt.

It turned toward the source of the disturbance, and Lo and Behold there he was.

The boy had shed the casing it had formed around him, breaking free from the seal crafted in its own skin. He stood there, unscathed, his form as nonchalant as ever.

But...

Could he...?

The thought was absurd. Ridiculous. Not even worth considering.

No, it dismissed it swiftly.

For now, it resolved to watch.

Observe first. Then decide.

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As the battle began, the snakey monkey—a proud creation of its design—moved into action. The leader of the pack fixed its gaze on the boy, launching a coordinated mind attack from every angle.

The boy, however, simply tilted his head to the left, unfazed. Where blood should have poured from his orifices, there was nothing.

The leader, realizing its mental assault was ineffective, devised a new strategy in an instant. It telepathically commanded one of its comrades to execute a sneak attack.

But the boy noticed the ambush before the monkey could even close the distance.

Sensing the plan unraveling, the leader launched its own physical attack simultaneously, coordinating with its subordinate.

As the two creatures converged, claws poised to shred, the boy's response was swift. With a single fluid motion, he hurled both attackers into each other, sending them crashing to the ground in a tangled heap.

It observed the scene with mild interest. Impressive, it thought, but not surprising. Because all the boy seemed to do was dodge. Was it wrong to expect more?

Perhaps…it would need to watch a little longer.

As these thoughts lingered, the Monkey Leader shifted his approach. He grabbed the boy in a bear hug. And spewed Poisonous vapor forth from his gnarled fangs, towards the boy face as the boy inhaled it.

Did he just inhaled the fucking gas?

Is he an idiot?

So as expected.

Moments later, the boy agonized screams echoed through the forest as he was tossed aside by the leader.

I guess this is over, it mused, ready to turn its attention elsewhere.

But then something... intriguing happened.

You See, the poison wasn't ordinary—it was designed to maim both the body and the soul. The boy should have been paralyzed, crippled even, no hope for future progress ever.

Yet he wasn't.

Defying all logic, the boy stood again.

And in a single, devastating strike, he destroyed the heart of the big monkey.

It let out a chuckle, deep and amused.

"Hahahaha... truly something unique has wandered into my backyard."

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