After a prolonged struggle and thirteen failed attempts, the puppet finally managed to step onto a land bathed in warm sunlight. The sensation of sunlight on its skin, a stark contrast to the shadows it had known, was a revelation. In this moment of triumph, it realized that it could communicate. With a sense of humor, it named the backpack, "Inventory Death."

As the puppet ventured further, it walked on a horizon that stretched infinitely. The landscape was nothing short of breathtaking, a stark contrast to the desolate gap between the two valleys where it had awoken. Here, the world was bathed in the gentle embrace of sunlight, painting everything in shades of gold and warmth. The horizon seemed to go on forever, promising endless possibilities.

Looking back, the puppet could see the other valley, a technological haven that resembled scenes from the most imaginative sci-fi movies. Flying cars zipped through the sky, towering skyscrapers pierced the heavens, and advanced technology coexisted with this world's harsh realities.

But despite knowing that his family awaited him there, four long years had passed. The puppet had also learned from its memories that magic existed in this world, but it was limited by a resource called "potent," only usable with specific material-made weapons. It harbored doubts about his family's willingness to wait for him, unaware that they had indeed held on, although their patience was taking a toll.

A chemical concoction it had used to slow down the corrosion process had kept its body from deteriorating further, but the toll on its body was evident, a constant reminder of its struggle.

Emotions swirled within the puppet. There was determination to explore this world and uncover its mysteries, but there was also the weight of doubt, the fear of a family lost to time, and the realization that it was a world divided into two plates—the beast tectonic plates.

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As the puppet ventured further into the realm of the beasts, it couldn't help but wonder about the absence of any creatures in the vast horizon. It ran at a breathtaking speed of 100 meters per second, propelled by both brute strength and the gadgets it had looted. The landscape stretched endlessly, untouched by the presence of living beings.

This peculiar absence puzzled the puppet. It had expected to encounter some of the creatures that roamed these lands, drawn by instinct or curiosity. However, the land remained eerily silent, a vast expanse of unbroken solitude.

With each passing mile, the puppet's curiosity deepened. It couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, that this land of the beasts held secrets it had yet to uncover. The puppet knew that its journey had only just begun, and there were mysteries waiting to be unraveled in this desolate but strangely captivating world.

As the puppet continued its sprint across the expansive horizon, the world seemed to stretch out endlessly before it. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow that bathed the landscape in warmth and serenity. The horizon itself appeared to shimmer like a mirage, a canvas of beauty that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The land, untouched by the presence of life, was a mesmerizing tapestry of rugged beauty. Towering cliffs rose like ancient sentinels, their sheer faces bearing the scars of time. Jagged rock formations jutted from the earth like the fingers of giants, their sharp edges casting dramatic shadows that danced with the shifting light.

The puppet's journey led it deeper into the heart of this untamed territory, where nature's hand had sculpted a world of awe-inspiring grandeur. The silence that hung in the air was not oppressive but reverent, as if the very land itself held its breath in anticipation of some unseen event.

The area was dark with remnants of dark blue essence all over. He had landed on the cliffs about 10 minutes ago and now he was strolling there like a king.

With each passing moment, the puppet's curiosity grew. Why were there no beasts? Was he somewhere else, or were they not welcoming him? A hunger to understand the mysteries of this world had drawn it into its embrace. He halted for a moment, sensing the unease that clung to him like a shadow, unable to shake the feeling that something was amiss, that the world was holding its secrets close.

Suddenly, the ground beneath its feet trembled, sending shivers up its spine.

A massive maw unfolded itself from the ground, but luck was on his side, and he jumped just in time to save himself.