"Shaaaaaarrrghhhhh" the young abyssal screeched out on a low note. It has been long since he was born. After the older abyssal, whom he refers to as his sister, helped him get out of his cocoon, and after a bit of interaction with her, she proceeded to put him in a pod that serves as a crib for someone like him who has to still grow due to his incomplete development during his sleep in his cocoon, Although the pod serves as a crib, it has the functionality of giving enough nutrients to his body, preventing foreign bacteria or viruses that can infect him, and making it possible for the child to have a comfortable sleep while he waits for his body to completely develop.

What caused the young one to wake up in the first place? It's simple: he wakes up early again, with no external factors or anything that can bother his beauty sleep, just like when he's in his cocoon. He has no idea why this happens twice, but he's not in the mood to investigate; right now, he has more pressing matters to attend to, and that problem is because he's bored, very bored. Staying at this place for another second is slowly killing his mind; he wants to go out, be sent to another world, and massacre the living beings there. That has to be more fun than having to stay here for another second. But alas, his sister told him he's still not ready and needs more time to grow.

"Ishdupid, ishdupid, ishdupid me." He admonished himself: Why does he have to wake up earlier in the first place? Surely sleeping might help him solve his current predicament. But the only problem is that he can't. Try as he might, he couldn't sleep. His desire to destroy, conquer, and grow stronger has already planted its roots deeply in his mind, begging his body to move and fulfill his purpose in life. which he can't because he is tightly bound in the pod; countless roots entangle themselves across his body while their sharp tips are inserted inside of him, which is not painful but ticklish and annoying, and although it contributes to his growth, it’s so slow that it makes him think it’s doing nothing to improve his body.

Escaping is not an option; he already tried it once, only for his mind to be hammered painfully with an invisible force by his sister. It was an experience he didn't want to have again.

The young abyssal grimaced; his current situation is clearly not amusing at all, and he started to think that the greater beings are at fault for this situation, even though he doesn’t know who they are or if they truly exist, he still blames them because he's clearly not at fault. They’re probably jealous because he was already smarter than them when they were infants. The young abyssal smugly smiled at himself, thinking that if what he thought was true, then he was right in being more superior than the others.

"YAAAAAARRRGGGHHHH!" with an enthusiastic shout. He once again proclaimed himself the greatest of all in the deep, completely forgetting the fact he was hammered down by his sister. After his confidence soars, he decides to try to sleep again. Maybe this time he might overcome the challenge set before him by his stupid rivals. After reaching a decision, he stopped flailing around and pushed all thoughts out of his mind in order to go to sleep.

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After some painfully long hours of waiting with no luck, the young abyssal had enough. He decided to try once again to escape and unbind himself from these accursed tentacle-like roots and free himself of this suffering. Despite his sister's warning and the threat of her mental magic, he decided to take a chance and escape to freedom. Clearly, his mind being hammered once is much better than being mentally tortured every second by staying in this damned place. He knows which is more painful and better for himself—he's smart after all.

Now that he had decided to try and take his chances, he switched his focus to his blasted constraints. First, he started withdrawing the countless tips inserted inside his body by controlling his flesh; it was as easy as breathing. By shifting his flesh and manipulating it to slowly spring up the tips, he can successfully do it; thankfully, most of the tips aren't inserted deeper in some part of his body. With a bit of struggle, one by one he started to make progress, and after some time, he had taken out all of the syringe-like tips of the tentacles.

Now he has to deal with his second challenge. The countless roots that are tightly bounding his body, which thankfully don’t suffocate him, are completely spread all over him. This is not much of a problem now that all of the tips are not out of his body. Luckily, he can still somewhat move his own tentacles; with this, the job is much easier now. One by one, he started to move his tentacles. He first searched where the tips were connected first, and with countless of them wrapped around his body, it took awhile because it was confusing.

After the job, he started once again to move his tentacles in order to manipulate the roots and untangle himself. It took some time, but he successfully removed all the roots. Now that he was done, he ecstatically waved his tentacles around and danced for awhile because of his success. It will certainly look adorable to people with a questionable view in cuteness.

After his celebratory dance, he stretched his tentacles and started to use his senses to feel his surroundings. It was a cramped area of circumference that surrounded him. After having a fair idea of the outline of the surrounding area, he started shifting his tentacles below him in order to move. It was slow, but it was better than being in one place and not being able to move. As he moved, he completely reached the walls of his prison and tried to find something to grab onto in order to climb out.

After feeling something that he can grab onto, he grins and enthusiastically starts climbing up to reach the top. As he climbed up, he thought excitedly of all the fun stuff he would do. First he will find something to eat; during his endeavors from before his dimensional stomach started growling, it was a weird feeling at first, but weirdly he knew the solution to get rid of it, and that’s to stuff something in his mouth. All his actions from before greatly took a toll on his energy, so he thinks that’s his first task that needs to be done.

Second is to explore this place; he doesn’t know anything about it except that it's his home, so it’d make sense to think that it's super safe around, hence the reason why he wasn’t worried of something around here that will kill him. He just has to worry about his sister catching him, that’d be a problem.

He chuckled to himself after listing the things he wished to accomplish. Yes, surely this will be enjoyable.