With the trees getting closer and closer to a dreadful black, my surroundings turned darker and darker. Panicking, I realized that the only think I could do... was follow the System's commands.
So, with a deep breath, I did what any young and clueless boy would do: I danced without a care in the world.
Of course, I couldn't do that awkward shuffle that all kids had in their arsenal during dances, so the next best thing that I did was whip out the disco dance moves.
I began to move my hands in the air erratically (mimicking a sprinkler) before I transitioned to the disco point. And, when I noticed that nothing happened, I moved on to the ultimate move- the card swipe.
Unfortunately, nothing happened.
The once-pink trees were now a worrying dark purple, their leaves curling into themselves and looking more like hypodermic needles than their regular heart-shaped look. Some, on the other hand, morphed so that their edges weren't smooth, but rather a jagged edge, kind of like a chain-saw.
I shivered as I felt my eyes burn with an increased fervor. I moved my eyes to the tree trunks to try to ease the pain, but it was a mistake.
Black, bubbling sap oozed out of each tree, seemingly like the remains of a burned science experiment gone wrong. Even worse was the smell- each of the trunks' discharge smelled like raw sewage and sh*t.
I gagged, immediately moving my sight towards the ground. Breathing through my mouth, it took a few seconds for me to regain my calm. Which I quickly lost right after.
Worms.
The black foliage of before turned into the creepy-crawlers, their slimly, grotesque bodies crawling all over my sandals.
I shivered. Thank goodness they were just worms. Worms couldn't hurt you. Taking a deep breath, I was about to shift my attention back to the sky, before I realized something that shook me down to my core.
The worms had mouths.
Razor-sharp mouths.
Really large razor-sharp mouths.
F*ck, sh*t, b*tch, d*mn.
My first reaction was to jump, but of course the stupid, f*cking ground decided that it liked my feet, vacuuming them and not letting them go. I stared in horror as the little buggers started to show off their teeth in a bizarre dental show before they shrieked and took large chunks of my- mind you- ENCHANTED cultivator sandals.
They ate it like it was butter.
Shivering, I was truly in the frying pan now. No, I wasn't in the frying pan, I was in the f*cking fire. Left with no other options, I turned to the one thing that I had left: the System.
So, System. Please. Tell me you have some way for me to get out of this.
[ ... ]
System. I'm going to die.
[ Has Host danced? ]
Yes, I f*cking did!
[ Standby mode. 2 minutes and 30 seconds. ]
F*ck! I don't even have three seconds!!! DO SOMETHING!
The sound of chewing leather reached my ears, and I flinched with every sickening slurp. I swerved my view in every direction, taking in the now-black trees, night-like view, and sewer-like smell.
I hadn't cultivated very far, and I knew next-to-nothing about cultivation techniques and what-not.
Even what I did have- the vacuum thingy- was just something to combat the poison that I didn't have anymore.
Supposedly, I'm half-demon, but what can I do with that? Can I fight just because I'm half-demon? Probably... but did I know how to fight? Nope.
I'm going to f*cking die.
F*ck, sh*t, b*tch, d*mn.