In the south eastern side he saw mt. Everest piercing through the clouds, in the south, Masai Mara from Africa, In the west Manchester, he can even spot vaguely Manchester United FC stadium in that city.
" This place is fucking with my mind. " He murmured pissed off .
He blinked his eyes several times and the environment changed to the extent that he didn't even recognize any of those places anymore. The feeling that he had been sensing from his city: London couldn't be felt even in the slightest.
He just realized that if he locked his eyes to a single place without blinking, it won't swap places with other geographical areas.
He also actualize that in the many places that had appeared before his eyes, only London had that strong sensation. Other places were like new to him which made him judge London as the only place with the book.
He had blinked for many times until his eyes were sore from the act expecting to see his city again because in all these places he had not seen even a single book on them.
He gulped a mouthful of water and started moving towards the north where he had first seen London.
The temperature of that desolate space was abnormally high that his dehydration level was rising beyond normal that made him feel so tired and dizzy at the same time.
After walking for 2 hours under the hot sunshine, the end of the desert was starting to be seen. He leaned on the leeward side of a huge sand dune and took out a parasol from his backpack to protect himself from the scorching rays.
He sat on top of his backpack and took a piece of meat from the can before stuffing himself. The moment he was going to munch on the second piece from the can, a white scorpion sprouted from the sand and stung his ass.
" What is the fuck about! " I can't even eat in peace in this place! He cursed loudly agitatedly before pulverising the little scorpion in the palm of his hand. Its body crumbled into dust while its soul infiltrated into his body like water through soil.
" DING. "
" Destructive soul obtained...+1 "
" Destructive soul possesing host's body...."
[0.0% •••••••• 0.00001% ••••••••• 0.0001%]
" 0.0001 percent of the host's body possessed..."
" What fucking thing do they mean? Possessed your ass..."
Before he finished mulling over what had happened to him, many scorpions came like a flood out of the sand agitatedly for the can of meat he was still holding.
Ryan furiously punched each of them with his fist and they disintegrated as if they were made of sand while their souls infiltrated into his body.
System's notifications became like a song to his mind.
" ... Destructive soul obtained. +20 "
" Possessing host's body ..."
[ 0.1% •••••• 0.5% ••••••1% ••••••• 1.5% ]
" 1.5 percent of host's body possessed..."
That was the last system's notification he heard before he snapped from his craziness after punching the 20th scorpion to dust.
He stopped his craziness because the fingers on his right hand that he was using to punch the annoying scorpions with, had turned white completely leaving a look of horror on his face.
Although those scorpions were weak, their souls which had possessed his body made his fingers to mutate into another thing making that part of his body theirs.
The most frightening thing was he can not feel his fingers which had mutated anymore. It was like the fingers had became artificial body parts.
The receptors, circulatory system and other functional tissues had ceased functioning for those fingers even though they can still move about.
He realized that if he cut them off now, it will not affect him in any way just like cutting his nails. His fingers had become a part of that dimension.
" Oooh! Shit! " He threw the can of meat and the parasol aside before taking his backpack quickly and run towards the north like a lunatic.
" This place is not safe I can feel my death approaching. So scary. " He felt a chill just thinking the day when his whole body will turn white becoming part of that very place.
He sweat buckets as he run across the scorching desert without thinking. The end which was almost near to him seemed to be far away in his eyes.
He removed the uniform he was wearing and kept it in his backpack then took off nudely escaping to the north.
His body was approaching its limit from the marathon under the sun but he didn't care and continued pushing forward.
He used all water bottles to quench his thirst and to sprinkle on his skin to calm from the burn before throwing them to the side. If he had run this way on Earth, marathon champions like Kipchoge would have ate his dust.
" Finally! Ha! Ha!..."
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