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- The walls were featureless and boring. The floor was surprisingly clean, for all it was dug directly in dirt; either this place was brand new, or someone had taken pains to clean it. While they were at it, couldn't they have put stones or something--
- UPDATING
- And suddenly I had a vision of this same ground, covered in rough stonework, bright red. Something was telling me that I couldn't do it. I didn't have enough... energy? A moment later, the illusion vanished, leaving the dirt ground exactly the way it was.
- What... was that? Some kind of visual preview of the change I had just thought up? Then...
- I focused on the walls, tried to imagine them reinforced with wood planks
- UPDATING
- And there it was again! The room's walls were now covered by bright red boards and columns, all of which seemed to have had better days in a past century, and that feeling of lacking came back. Within moments, the red planks disappeared, leaving me alone in the dirt room.
- ...did I suddenly end up in a virtual reality world? If that was it, then I was going to resurrect Leet just so I could kill him, because this kind of shit was right up his creek.
- What is it that I was missing, though? I--
- Mana
- ...this shit was getting old, really fast. Mana. Magic power, extracted from... living creatures, especially humans? Oh hell the f*ck n--
- [...]
- Ants were familiar territory for me, along with spiders, flies, worms and all the other little critters I'd spent the last four years controlling with my mind. But somehow, even though I'd always had this ability to micromanage every single part of every single insect in my swarm, I'd never before had such a clear perception of what an ant actually looked like, down to the fur-like keratin strands on their legs, to the pores that let them breathe, to the chemical receptors in their antennae.
- There was an ant floating in front of me, about the size of a large dog. It was green, and I felt like if I just tried, I would--
- The ant was no longer green. It was black, it was moving and real and I couldn't control it. I immediately flew as far from it as I could, dashing across the room into furthest corner. Ants were almost blind, it couldn't have spotted me, right? I...
- I was in no danger. I somehow knew this, just as I somehow knew this ant was called 'small lesser ant', just as I somehow knew every other fucking thing in this fucking fucked-up virtual game--
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