A small boy unconscious sitting near the tree wearing simple blue robes beautiful long brown hairs to his neck of some some falling on his forehead waking up and touching his forehead with look as if in pain " who am I , what is my name , why can't I remember anything and where exactly am I , huh i can't see ".
Slowly opning his eyelids and jumping from his place where he was sitting as if hit by lightning " oh my god I don't have eyeballs , someone stole my eyeballs ".
Boy after accepting the truth with calm look on his face " fuuuh so where can I go and where exactly am I ? ".
Boy pulling his hairs out of frustration
" oh god how am I going to survive now ".
Two year later ....
An old woman with giggling as if teasing calling for boy " hey boy come eat food , why are you always sitting near that tree , is this tree your first love or what ".
A boy wearing simple blue robes sitting near the tree with small smile on his face " It's been an year since I first woke up and found that I have lost memories".
Two year ago..
An old grandma wearing faded robe in earthy tone her back slightly hunched from decades of hard labor , skin weathered and tanned, etched with deep wrinkles and sunspots and Thin silvery-white hair, tied into a simple bun, escaping wispy strands around her face , Standing holding a bamboo stick with cloud patterns on it ,in front of a boy with worried expression on her gentle face " little boy boy what is it what happened why are you sitting there pulling your hairs ".
Little boy managing his hairs with lost expression on his face " Well the thing is ... ".
Old woman with warmth on her face " oh poor kid you are in outermost are of the village near the jungle if you want to you can live here with me I don't have any company anyway and I am also getting old my bones are getting cramped from work help me give me massage , he he ".
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A boy standing an rubbing out his clothes with slight blush on his face " Aiya granda how many times have I told you to stop saying that ".
Grandma with fake teary eyes as if sad by boy's word " Now you are getting angry on this old grandma for that tree hoo , looks like you really do love that tree more then this old grandma ".
Boy with blushing cheeks and ears raising his both hand in air " Graaaaandma please stop embarassing me , you know that I love you more then everything ".
Grandma as if having her fun with happy smile " ha ha okay okay now come let's go home and eat it's getting dark ".
Opening the small door of hut build by woods with the handle , Few crispy, golden flatbread, enhanced with fragrant wild herbs on it filling the hut with delicious smell . The boy and old granda sitting across the food.
The boy smelling the delicious smell of something with a bright smile quickly spreads across his face, cheeks glowing with anticipation., . With an innocence in his expression, as if nothing in the world could match this moment of happiness. His focus entirely on the food, a blend of wonder and eagerness shining through.
" Grandma you made the fresh bread , it smell so delicious ".
Grandma with happiest smile on her face " sit and eat it's getting cold ".
Just as they sat on the wooden chair grandma hearing as if sharp, jointed legs produce a rhythmic tapping sound and soon , metal striking the woods was heard and grandma hastly kicked the table picked little boy from chair in her arm as to avoid something and moved swiftly just in front of the wooden wall on other side of the hut ,put the boy down standing in front of boy as if protecting him .
Boy with worried face is a vivid display of raw emotion " grandma what happed , I just heard a strange noise ".
And soon frootwall which was made of wood Slashed horizontally collapsed and soon the massive body nearly 2 meters tall, with a leg span extending even further, creating a looming and intimidating presence , Its body is sleek yet muscular, hinting both agility and brute strength jet-black exoskeleton , with , Its eight eyes shimmer like polished gems, eyes seem to pierce through the soul, unsettling even the bravest cultivators.
Large, curved fangs jut from its mouth, dripping with venom that glows faintly—a toxic brew capable of corroding even spirit-forged metals.
It attack with it's eight legs long and slender, ending in razor-sharp tips that can pierce through stone , covered in fine, hair-like bristles detecting vibrations in the air.