BornAndTorn

The only downside was, that I could not see the progression of the wounds on my eye. In my vicinity is no object, that can reflect my vision. I doubt that the concept of a mirror has spread in this world. Chances are that they might have such things in their real world, but in a simulation like this, they might as well see it if they check their status.

That reminds me I have not checked my status for ages, because quite frankly everything that I currently am, is so far away from any logic or magic, that if I were to implode in this instance the system would have an easier job of cla.s.sifying me. If even The Observer does not know what to make out of my existence, I doubt that a measly status can do the job then.

But I am always ready for surprises.

After yelling status several times nothing happened. My nonexistent hope was crushed. I swear if it only activates if you speak it in their language, I am gonna write a formal letter of complaint. Of course right after I kicked the a.s.s of that one developer who was responsible for that waterfall. Never forgive never forget.

All I could use to determine the right time was the waining strength of transmitted pain of the eye. Which was a bit of a ha.s.sle, considering how absurd my current pain memory is. At first, I was only trying it out on my right eye, but as there was no negative side effect by now, I grew increasingly bold and started to wound the other eye while the first one was recuperating.

To accelerate the development I slowly increased the number of hairs and stuck more in more in my eyes. The pain became worse at first but after getting used to it, I decided to see what would happen if I let stick for some time. Would it still heal, or would everything around it heal while leaving the wounded spot unaffected? I mean what"s the harm in doing so, the worst that could happen that I would end up recreating the Neversoft symbol. And if everything heals back, in the end, whats some pain then.

Suprise, surprise It did not end up with an eye on a stick, instead there was no resistance as I pulled out the stick. Afterwards, I just repeated the progress and poked the surrounding iris to see if it still had the same kind of response as it did before. It was just as responsive as it was before. With the last worry cleared, it is time to do it in the most efficient manner. Ripping out all hair, that I had on my hands, till my hand could not hold anymore.

The next step was easy to imagine, without any kind of concern, the whole stack was rammed into the right eye. Whoever thought that a cry of pain would follow suit, was quite wrong instead, there was only a squishy sound. After a certain time frame that sounds repeated over and over again.

So this is what a hedgehog must feel like. Any kind of logical reasoning would raise a loud protest upon hearing something so profoundly stupid. But that logical thinking went down the drain a long time ago. At least I keep telling myself that, otherwise I would not be able to sleep at night if there was any night or any point in time where I willingly went sleeping. But yeah its the thought that counts, I suppose.

But distracting myself seemed like the correct thing to do, so I let my brain spiral out of control.

I was just imagining the b.l.o.o.d.y chaos I could have caused, with an eye on a stick.

Summer camp, you sit with the love of your young life around the bonfire. While its dark, you do not want to miss any second with her. She leans on your shoulder, sharing an intimate moment with you. As you sit there staring with a deep feeling of satisfaction at the fire full of warmth, as you slowly roast marshmallows, life seems perfect, it was a moment that should last for all eternity. There is just another boy sitting in front of you, he also sits at the fire watching in satisfaction as he roasts his marshmallow. But as it turns out, it"s not a marshmallow its an eye staring at you. Even a lifetime session of therapy would not help you over that kind of trauma.

Or even better you are a clown, in front of you are sitting hundreds of children, glaring at you in antic.i.p.ation and you start to juggle with flaming eyes on a stick. I guarantee you, they will speak of that performance for a very long time.

Men, there are so many possibilities. See a girl to your liking, toss it at her and say " Lady I threw my eye on you." If that does not melt her heart, what else will? Or you are interrogating the worst kind of criminal and you have your "eyes on him" quite literally, you will have him/her pleading guilty in no time.

Just thinking about the kind of face Gandhi would make if you offer him one of your eyes to swap. Eye for an eye makes the world blind, I am sure afterwards he would wish that the whole world was blind.

After spending way too much time coming up with scenarios, that would be very scaring and mesmerizing at the same time. I came to realize that I currently was unable to see. Seems like I lost myself in my pa.s.sion and now have to wait till my eyes regenerate.

Time pa.s.sed I was still blind. More time pa.s.sed, still blind as a mole. Even more, time pa.s.sed still as much vision as Stewie Wonder. Scratching my head in confusion, I retraced every step I did and wondered where the mistake took place. The most likely scenario is that I overdid it and hurt my optical nerve and due to it being hurt for the first time, it might take a very long time to regenerate. Other options include having no resources left around me, due to requiring too much during the whole previous regeneration process. A mutation also could have occurred that robbed me of the vision I was used to.

Another option is that I am so heavily wounded, that I am unable to open my eyes, but considering all the wounds I suffered so far, that option seems very unlikely. I tried to move my hands towards the eyes, in order to feel what was left of my eye.

So much for jumping to conclusions, pulling out the hair that was still stuck in each eye, I bowed my head down in shame and wanted to dig myself a hole with my new fingernails and hide in it till the end of times. I want to erase the moment in time, where I called myself intelligent, please do me the favour. But as there is no pill for regret, there is also no wound that time does not heal. As I got my vision back I did not notice any difference. As long as the mutation that follows out of it does not impact me negatively I am fine with it. You gotta work, with the cards given to you not complain about them and let them go to waste.

I thought about the possible outcomes if I were to hurt my optical nerf now and came to the conclusion, that it is well worth the risk if something amazing were to come out of it. I have faith, that RNG will not let me down any further, after all, it does not get any lower than 6 feet deep.

With no shred of hesitation and only one deep breath, a single hair found its target. But I did not hit the optical nerve, rather I hit nothing at all. A normal human body should have had something where don"t tell me that the whole organs of this humans are totally different. If the humans here and the humans on Earth are only similar on the surface, then my whole planning needs to be revamped. Do they have a central nervous system, I mean do they even have a brain? If this body is just a recreation due to findings they made, is it possible that they made mistakes? If their deduction is based on the change induced by mana, then how did the body of human work. Questions after questions kept on popping up in my brain with no possible answers.

if I could dissect myself, I would do it on the spot. But alas, that is impossible while I am still alive. Hmm before I proceed with my organs, I have to abduct an NPC and see how the body is working. Seems like my plans or on ice for the time being. I have no clue, how the healing even works. So until all my previous doubts have been cleared I will have to rely on all the modifications my body underwent.

Just as I was ready to copy Leonardo Da Vinci and wanted to go and dig up some remains of freshly deceased people, I noticed an oversight. The wound does not close, if foreign objects are still stuck in that place because it can not be converted back into energy is my current a.s.sumption. But if that"s true, what if I were to carve a window into my body, prevent the wound from closing with the sharp hair. Then I would be easily able to have at least some kind of knowledge of the inner workings of my body.

The plan for digging up some corpses was replaced but kept reserved for the future. Being thankful that my body was still not hard enough to prevent the piercing through my hair, I began to mark down a huge circle with my hair, until there was no visible gap left. Afterwards, I began to carve out the flesh, with my arm hair, it was a process that would take its time, but the curiosity would not settle down unless I could see what was inside of me.

I could see more and more of my inner organs, but the first thing what I noticed or rather noticed me, was the queen ant, that started it me as if she was currently looking at a madman. She just stood there and continued to shake her head in disappointment. It looked just like she was regretting the decision of picking me as her host. I dread the day, she would be able to communicate with me.

But doing my best to ignore her gaze, I continued the gruelling progress. If I still had the body of a baby, this would have been so much easier, but my body just had to grow up rapidly during my training session with the rocks, I truly do not want to know how much time I spend for my body to be able to reach such a height and frame. After having finally finished the ordeal, I began to look through the flesh window.

And what I saw, strengthened my resolve to dig up some corpses, because I did not understand a single thing I saw.