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Under the blue sky, the forest stretched endlessly, having only one disturbance, a pond in the middle.

100 kilometers away from the pond, an unexpected mountain sprouted. Above it was a giant crater, like the aftermath of a meteor, making it more like a volcano than a mountain.

However, surrounding the mountain was an obvious clue to its actual form. Multiple pieces of rocks, large or small, circled the mountain like a garden of flowers.

The inside of the crater was heavily chipped like an infinite side polygon. Unlike the rocks around the mountain, inside the crater, they were spread around like salt sprayed from heaven.

In the middle of the crater, Callan stood beside a pickaxe on the ground, wiping his sweat away. After a few cold breezes, Callan picked the pickaxe back up, immediately smashing it to the ground, making a crater bigger than his body.

He jumped up the hole and struck down where he landed. Callan had been repeating this process for multiple hours with no rest. His thoughts were completely uniform.

Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig.

After a few more hours, spanning over half a whole week, the one hundred meter high mountain was completely removed from the forest, only leaving an uneven patch of stone in the forest. That week, the second floor gained and transformed its second disturbance.

Callan spent the next few hours collecting all the rocks around in his inventory right after he finished evening the ground. “I’m… well… that… is I guess how a rage room feels. It doesn’t change much… but being alone for that long… I hated it, it helped me so thank you, but I so fucking hate it.”

Back under the endless white sky, housed at another endless great white, oh whatever you know the white void. “I’m back,” Callan said to Mirai facing her as soon as he arrived. The wooden cabin was moved a few meters away from Mirai, and after a while, it turned incredibly ugly to Callan’s eyes.

The white void was back to the similar look it had before. Barren, nothing but only the orb, now it was just the orb, an ugly wooden bathroom cabin, and a man. He had already removed his camp due to the disregard for food caused by the rage coming from his depression. The walls of stone that also had Mirai’s alphabet were gone, they both had already memorized it.

Callan opened his inventory, immediately causing a small landfall of rocks beside him. He took a single piece and started to etch words into it.

[What Are You Doing]

“Writing a novel, what else? It’s… my only comfort.”

[You’re old novels] Mirai asked.

“No, 'cause I’m a liar, is it not obvious yet? I’m the biggest fraud in the world.”

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[You’re n] she paused for a few seconds, entirely changing her sentence.

[You are]

“I am.” He smiled.

The rocks varied in size, but either way, it was enough to write the history of a small country in great detail. With each rock he wrote a single paragraph, putting it aside and writing on a new one. He didn’t stop, writing and writing, it was like the ideas just couldn’t stop.

But, upon a closer look, only around half of it were actual words. Callan wrote like drawing a doodle as a kid. They weren’t words, it was like his brain was a broken electric circuit, turning on and off.

The white void was a constant deafening silence with the occasional drop of a rock. The etching didn’t make a sound nor dropped powders. It was like a black-and-white film of a man going insane. The music escalates like a tap dance.

After a few hours that went to days, Callan stood back up and punched inside his inventory, making all the rocks fly further inside. The inventory was clearly infinite, being able to fit an actual mountain inside, it was an overpowered ability.

Callan went back to the second floor, but this time he had his spear on both hands. He didn’t walk far from the pond, just standing in front of the closest tree.

[Explosive Spear Art: Third Movement - Horizontal Slice]

Under the blue sky, the endless forest began to have its first trimming. For hours, just like the mountain and the writing, he went on till he was satisfied. It wasn’t possible to even cut the entire forest in any way.

Like the rocks, he placed all the trees inside his inventory. Then he went back to Mirai. But before he could say his classic line, she started before him.

[You Haven’t Slept]

[Sleep]

[Please]

[You Need It]

[I Request It]

She said, in multiple persuasions. It seemed she already knew the real outcome of her first few words, from rejection after rejection, it was so obvious.

Callan stared at Mirai with dead eyes, while he didn’t care, but at the same time, he froze, like he was silenced.

He shook his head and turned around, not even saying that he was back. It was not what Mirai was expecting, but it was the result, not like she could continue to talk. That was heartbreaking, Callan, in her honest opinion, turned shit.

In her mind, whatever happened inside the fourth floor, it changed him forever… well, she wished it wasn’t forever.

Once again, opening his inventory, multiple logs started to drop out.

For the next few hours, Callan just placed the logs on top of each other, tying them with his hand-made rope, for a shape even he didn’t know. Like mindlessly moving, stacking, tying, and looking, he eventually managed to create a giant rectangle.

Then, he went back to Mirai and opened the floors once more. For the third time that month-long break, Callan was back on the second floor. This time he wasn’t going to collect trees or stone, this time… it’s also not leaves, now it was dirt or more precisely, watered dirt.

He would pick up dirt with both his hands and submerge it into the pond, spreading little pieces of dirt into the middle of the water. Then, he would mold it into a sphere and place it delicately inside his inventory.

After a few balls of dirt, he realized that it was far too inefficient. So, he looked at the pond and started to remove the small rocks to the side. With his hands inside the wet sticky dirt, an hour later, the pond had already expanded its size much bigger than before.

This time his episode only lasted for a few actual hours until he stood with his feet submerged in water, his right hand full of dirt, dripping. “What am I doing?”