Every nerve in my body is screaming, Get out! Get back to the small surface you were just standing on! I can’t bme them—this is beyond repulsive. No matter how I move, slow or fast, I’m constantly brushing against the bits of gore surrounding me. Each touch sends a wave of disgust through me, the slimy textures impossible to ignore. What body parts are these? From whom, or what? I can’t tell, and I sure as hell don’t want to know. The only things I recognize are occasional loops of intestines and stray eyeballs, in disturbingly varied sizes. Bleh.

  So, what’s my idiotic pn, you ask? I figured maybe I could swim around it. Yeah, the wall of flesh is massive, sure, but I’ve got distance on my side. I’m hoping it’s slow enough that I can maneuver around it, steering clear. A dumb idea, but I’d rather gamble on this long shot than get caught in a straight sprint and have it eventually overtake me when I’m exhausted.

  But let’s be real: swimming in gore is no small feat, especially with one hand clutching a dagger like it’s my lifeline. I’m amazed I can even stay afloat—I’ve never swum before, not in water and definitely not in a sea of viscera. Maybe it’s the weird buoyancy of this disgusting mess? Who knows, I probably should have paid more attention in physics css. But there’s no time to think. I need air, and I have to see how close that nightmare wall is getting.

  I force myself up for a breath, eyes widening as I catch sight of it.

  “Wha—?!” The wall is now only about a hundred meters away from me. I swear, when I first dove in, it was at least a kilometer off! And it’s grown, too—bloated with even more writhing flesh, the mass doubling, if not tripling in size.

  “Shit, shit, shit! What do I do now?!” My original pn is shot to hell. There’s no way I’ll make it around this thing, not with how fast it’s closing in.

  I’m running out of time, and options.

  “Just what the fuck is this pce?!” I choke out, tears mingling with the blood spshing against my face. All I ever wanted was peace after my death. Not this. I’m tossed around like a rag doll ever since my awakening, all because some shitty Goddess reveled in my suffering.

  “Ah fuck it, I’ve nothing to lose anyway.” I cast one st desperate look at that grotesque horror. “I’m not going to die like this, not without a fight!” God, that sounded cheesy. Eh, I’m sure the Goddess is getting a kick out of this mess.

  I struggle to stay afloat, clutching my dagger like a lifeline. The glowing runes are my only guide in this hellish sea, fshing in and out of sight each time I’m dragged under the blood-soaked waves. This isn’t going to work—I’m either going to drown, or get swallowed whole by that thing. And neither option is exactly fun, nor good entertainment. Alright, screw it. Time for a dumb idea.

  “Oi! Come on, look at me! Fight me!” I scream until my lungs burn, my voice cracking under the strain. And to my utter disbelief, it works. The wall of flesh halts, as if confused. The hundreds of eyes embedded in its grotesque surface swivel and scatter, searching for the source of my challenge—until they all zero in on me.

  A chill runs down my spine as I meet their collective gaze. For a moment, the realm seems to hold its breath. Then, the wall begins to shift, arms and eyes twitching in a frenzy, all focused on me.

  “Ahaha… I’m screwed.”

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  Notes: Yes, am honestly surprised I manage to write out another one in a day. Albeit another short one. Hope ya guys don't mind the smol chapters, next one will be longer I swear! xD (This does not count for this week's chapter, there'll be another longer one!) <3