If one saw his current position, they would think that this was his final attempts to make something happen in his last breath. All the blisters on his body had opened up and some even had blood seeping from them.
One who saw his current appearance would think that he was suffering from a skin desease such as leprosy. Even as he raised his fist to punch, one would think it would not reach the destination.
But only a noob could think so. A veteran could instantly recognize the strength in that punch and commend his will to finish the mission and not giving up. Of all options Marx thought of, losing was not one of them and it did not cross his mind even once.
Instead, he focused all his strength in that one punch. He had realized that only the Fist Torpedoes were left working after his stats dropped. Both Viscous Palms and Laser Kicks were no longer accessible.
But he did not care. All he had in mind was destroying the eye and making a hole that would lead him to the crystal. Even as the jolts of lightning converged into three nozzles, he did not seem to care.
All he wanted was for the fist to reach the eye and destroy it. Nothing more, nothing less. The fist appeared to reach the target slowly. As the right fist reached the eye, the left fist was already in formation.
It was set in motion immediately the right fist hit the eye. Those thinking the fist was weak would be proven wrong when the fist hit the eye. The eye stretched like rubber inwards under the might of Marx's fist. It appeared like he had hit a membrane that shook violently from the point of impact.
The eye reverbarated like waves and Marx's fist was rebounded. But it did not move. Instead, it was like a strong unmovable pillar on the eye. Unable to rebound the eye, his hand was suddenly engulfed by the eye fluid.
The arm entered the eye shooting laser bullets inside it. This was just the right hand and the left hand was in motion. He pulled his right hand out as the left hand hit the eye.
The same process occured and the left hand also sunk into the eye. By the time he was pulling the left fist out, the right fist was already on the eye and punched. This time it was not impacted and it tore through the eye his hand becoming covered to the elbow.
The three successive punches took place in a mere second. It appeared like they were slow but they were moving so fast covering a distance it usually covered in milliseconds in less time.
Like the fists were tearing through space. As the last fist hit it, Marx was completely drenched by the eye's fluid. He should have felt disgusted but he actually enjoyed the soothing effect it brought to his skin.
'Like a mad man' could no longer be used to describe the current condition. The best way was to say 'like a beast'. Only a beast could find nothing wrong with massacrering others the same way Marx did.
It was even more safe to say that Marx was not even acting like a beast. He was punching his way inside the eye. Even a beast could probably eat its way through rather than doing what Marx was doing.
But Marx did so with no regard. This was his life he was fighting for. There was no way he was going to fail. With these thoughts and with the fluid calming his burning body, he felt even more motivated to punch the hole.
He walked on his knees forward and did not even once pause to catch his breath nor did he look back to see how far he had progressed. He was already deep enough for the teeth to have effect on him.
Instead, kneeling on the wet and soft surface of the eye was better. In less than few min5ues, he punched with his right hand but it appeared like it was not impared after it reached his elbow.
He opened his fingers and realised that it was an open space on the other side. With newly found vigor, he punched rapidly and finally appeared on the other side.
But his next sight was what he could not have expected. It was like he was in a cave. Five meters wide and high. He finally relaxed knowing that he could finally stand up.
Standing up, he started walking forward counting the distance. From his approximation, the crystal was at most 30 meters away from the head. He could only hope that this path led directly to the crystal.
He walked for around thirty meters and stopped. He could tell that the crystal from an adult was probably twice the size of the teenagers. This meant that it probably had to be on this path.
As if to confirm his thoughts, after walking for around another thirty meters, he finally saw the crystal. He actually had not seen it first. The cave was too dark and the light from the hole he had created stopped lighting the cave after he was twenty meters away.
But the crystal seemed to have its own source of light. It gave a yellow glow such that the surrounding ten meters from it in every direction appeared gold like. But the shocking part was that the crystal seemed to be floating on the air by itself.
Marx had been attracted by the light here. When he reached the vicinity, he was supposed to be impressed but he was not. Also he could not being himself to be angry at the sandworm.
Who could have thought that this sandworm was a female? Inside it Marx saw over a hundred transparent sacs. Inside the sacs were young sandworms. What Marx had never expected was that these sacs spanned for more than the distance he had covered.
An adult sandworm could reach 200 meters in length but a pregnant sandworm could reach even 250 meters depending on the number of kids it was carrying. Marx wanted to reach out for the transparent sacs but he refrained himself.
He did not even stop to think about the consequences of his action whenever he killed. He always went for the kill not minding his opponent's instinct. Here, he was in the wrong.
Mainly because he used an evil method to obtain crystals. What if there was a hidden place in this desert where he could find the crystals? What if the system was testing him to see how he could interpret the mission?
If one read the mission clearly, it never asked for Marx to kill a single sandworm. The sandworm was not in the wrong at all. Was it not trying to protect its territory from a possible threat?
Was it not he who had started killing? Why had he not thought so before. His intelligence was that of a genius but his interpretation was not above the average way of thinking.
He had to accept that he was in the wrong. Even if he could not count the number of foetuses in it, he was sure that it was alot. He wanted to regret his previous actions but so what?
What if he regretted? Could that bring back the foetus sandworms he had killed? Would that bring the mother back to life? The answer was a resounding no! He was reckless and nonsensical in his actions.
He had the ability to make a big deal out of nothing and an even higher ability to misinterpret. He was in the wrong but he could only console himself that he did what he did for survival.
Also, how was he even supposed to know if there were crystals somewhere else? That was a really big if. Was this not just one of his guesses? What if the correct way for him to collect the crystals was by killing the sandworms?
Chosing to stick to the second line of thought, he stood below the crystal. The crystal was in his reach and he just had to raise his hand and the crystal would be his.
He raised his hands and held the crystal. His face glowed goldish and so did the rest of his body. His face though still had traces of the black blood, some of it had been washed away by the eye's fluid.
He pulled the crystal and there was a sudden shaking inside the sandworm. At first he thought that it because he was pulling the crystal but that was primitive way of thinking. He realized that the vibration was caused by outside force. Or say forces.
He had stumbled but he balanced himself and pulled the crystal once again. How could he not know what was happening. It was the other nine sandworms. It seemed that they had realized that he had killed the pregnant sandworm.
They all were attacking it maybe in desperate attempts to save the foetuses before they died. And also to finish of the ant that caused this loss. Marx heard a crack.
He was he was already exhausted. Even pulling the crystal seemed to take so much energy from him than it was supposed to. Hearing the crack, Marx knew that he had to get the crystal or this would mark the end of his legend even before it began.
Summoning as much strentgh as he could, he pulled with all his might and the crystal fell on him. At the same time, the sandworms that had been trying to break their way inside finally made it tearing the female sandworm into pieces.
They all stared at the unconcious 'ant' hugging a crystal twice the size it could embrace. It was supposed to be funny but the sandworms had no knowledge about sense of humour and only rage settled for them.
They all charged at him but they stopped when they saw the crystal disappear and the ant enveloped with a blue light disappearing too...