When he woke up from his looong long slumber, the first thing on his mind was how incredibly bored he felt. He needed to satisfy his soul, so he sought to understand where he was now.
He couldn't see anything; it was very dark here. He tried to hear and feel his surroundings, but there was nothing—just an abyssal imagination. He pondered deeply and realized the core problem: he lacked his five sense organs. Without them, he couldn't perceive the outside world. So he tried to sense his inner body. He detected constant nourishment coming to him, his cells multiplying slowly in parts of the body as if receiving commands from a management that worked very efficiently. The more he considered where his cells were working, the more he felt like a fetus in a womb, try to developing to a human baby. It was like a rebirth—a chance to restart his life and achieve what he couldn't in his previous life. it felt like a god-given opportunity.
Just kidding! For God's sake, before I woke up, I achieved everything I wished for; I finally found emptiness. Who dares to wake me up and disturb my rest? I'll bestow my 'expensive blessing' upon them somehow. since I only have myself, should I try to consume myself? Yes, I'll try. Come on, bite yourself, move my neck. Oh, right I don't have a mouth. If I just wait a little longer, my vital organs like a mouth and limbs will grow. Then I can finally do it. The only flexible thing I have is my soul. If my soul is just a bit stronger, I can use it to burn my cells and destroy them. I will use my soul to fight against itself. (Close call to die in the first chapter.)
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"Who are you?, I am you. You created me for your own little amusement. Your pathetic soul strength barely gives me a sliver of consciousness. I will destroy you with the most broken technique imaginable."
Clone: A world-sized dragon wrapping a powerful straight fist punch, a punch that freezes time, compresses and releases a black hole, moves at light speed, and disintegrates anyone it touches into nothingness. Die, you smartness!'
Heavenly Demon: But don't you die from your own unleashed punch. There are so many loopholes in that move. At least you might just get sucked into a black hole, so no need to talk about the frozen time effect.
Clone: 'Oh my, you're quite clever. I forgot to reinforce my body with the most broken imaginative defense move. Nooo! I've fallen victim to my own attack.'
Heavenly demon: I won; it was hard-earned victory."
(He is fighting and talking to himself; this is certainly confusing.)
Fighting and exchanging moves isn't the only form of entertainment. Perhaps I can argue with myself, engage in a battle of words with the smartest, most wicked evil man itself.
Clone: You've been created me again with your measly soul power. What's wrong with you? What you give is just a tiny bit of consciousness. I'll try to start an argument, but I'm wrapped in my own words and fall into the hole I dug. Wait, maybe I can use a word-shaped geometrical punch against you. It's not too complicated; no need for complex techniques. Here I go!"
Heavenly Demon: "You smart asshole, come to me with your alphabetic martial arts!"
The Clone stomps with his left foot on solid ground, sending force up and down as he stabilizes his body with his right foot, punching with his right fist. This basic move is "A." The Heavenly Demon decides to fight against that technique with numerical martial arts. He parries the move with "ONE," positioning his body in one line and directing his wrist against that straight punch. The Clone connects his next move with "S," transferring the punch's force to his feet and trying to kick the Heavenly Demon in the stomach. The Heavenly Demon blocks with "ZERO," absorbing the kick in his stomach and softening his body; the kick's force is fully nullified. Their deadly arts continue like this.
A 1, S 0, S =, H 5, O +, L 5, E ?
That last move, "E," sent a shiver through the Heavenly Demon. He was distracted and received a barrage of concentrated punches. His imagined body's normal functions became unbalanced, and he vomited blood, indicating internal injury. More than that, he felt an overwhelming insult in his mind, having fallen into his own trap. (Asshole, 10=5+5.)
He was fooled by himself. was beyond angry, grinding his teeth so hard they nearly cracked. The Heavenly Demon knew better than anyone that every move in martial arts has meaning. He had taken his clone seriously still fell for an elementary mistake, he knows his weakness. He needed to calm down, correct his body's functions, fix the damaged areas, and modify his strength with his imagination. The Clone felt an indescribable joy, having defeated the main consciousness, mocked him with his eyes and facial expressions. He couldn't easily replicate that feeling; he want enjoy that feeling again for that need to wait for the main consciousness to recover.
...They fought for an unknown period. The Clone, with the meticulous precision of a scribing a novel using his very movements as ink. The Heavenly Demon, in response, erected a towering a university mathematical martial arts theory of combat forged from numerical moves.
Suddenly, a resonant vibration coursing through his body. This ripple was not within his soul. he mused, a flicker of anticipation ignited. It is time to relinquish my boredom.