Harmon's Dev P1: Sacred Tree (3/3)

*Harmon sighs deeply as he spoke aloud. after having arrived at this strange location shrouded in a deep mysterious fog. Harmon could swear he could hear the screams of the damned from it but he just put it to the back of his mind so that it wouldn't get to him.

"Dammmit me and my quest for a deeper, more profound individuality and True Meanings pertaining to Laws of the universe. If not for these things I wouldn't even attempt to do what's never has been done." Harmon sighed heavily again as he stepped forward and signaled his willingness to attempt the seemingly impossible task. "If I don't at least try to attempt this.. it will be a footstone in my future cultivation and could perhaps even harm my cultivation potential. Lets do this!"

Walking into the dense fog that covered the surrounding, Harmon's figure would soon disappear. <If I have faith in Slimac, then not even this dense fog can detour me from my goal!>

<~Lord Slimac guide me~>

(Rolled 2 after my redo. RP Failure)

Subcomming to the fog's hallucinating effects, Harmon quickly began to see the world turn into his worse nightmare.

<So I guess this is the first stage. Who would know my own fear would be myself... or rather possible future potential self.> Harmon said as he glanced down at a lone figure sitting outside of a worn-down wooden cabin, chugging liters of alcohol down his throat.

"Looks like I didn't age well in this future..." Harmon mumbled. Looking at his 'twin' he took steps towards and attempted to converse with it.

"Just what.. just what happened to you..  just what happened to US..." He asked in a subtle tone that seemed full of pity and sadness. Although Harmon was aware he was within an illusion, he simply didn't have the means the break out of it with force despite his awareness which meant he needed to perform some action or complete some task to pass it. He knew the longer he stayed within the fog, the easier his mind would be at believing it was real.

*The lone figure looked up at the Real Harmon upon hearing his words. Without a moment of hesitation, the drunk broke a glass bottle and laughed at Harmon.*

Seeing the act, Harmon brushed it off, he knew this was an illusion so he felt there was nothing to fear. "No need to be hostile, lets figure this out and get out toge-- ARH!"

"What.. Pain? This is impossible.. this is simply but an illusion!" Harmon said, shouting in disbelief as the shards of glass pierced into his abdomen. With this thus came Harmon's first failure. Although this failure had a hidden message.. Never Underestimate Your Enemy. The truth was that if his mind believed it was real then his body would to and thus sustain damage despite his awareness.*
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*Harmon frowned at the sight of his bleeding wound. Even though there wasn't a wound really there, his mind was begining to subcome to the effects of the fog thus causing him to believe it was really there.

Looking at the drunk, Harmon's whole demeanor changed as a smirk and sense of superiority appeared on his face. His eyes looked down at his 'twin' in contempt as he blurted out "Trash..."

This would seem strange if others saw the scene since Harmon always kept a calm, patient and scholar-like demeanor yet it wasn't so strange to Harmon himself since he knew that since he was born, he was nothing more than a bundle of fuckshit which is why he tried to strive to be better. Adding being a Gemini into the equation, this didn't take too good a toll on his personality.

"Baaaaaaaka (Idiot), do you know who I am? I am Harmon of the Crocodile Tribe." A primal aura began to emit from Harmon's figure as his words seemed to look past the mirror image of himself and speak directly towards what was fog. With his eyes turning a bright yellow before thinning into slits he taunted once more before attacking.

"Ameer mirror image is not strong enough to go against the real thing! Come.. let me show you the true power the Crocodile Spirit has to offer!"

Harmon grabed the image by the collar and threw it into the pile of mounted liquor bottles which broke upon impact. This of course caused a great deal of flesh wounds to appear upon the mirror image.

"If you are a reflection of me.. a being who hails from the Crocodile tribe.. where is your pride? I don't sense it...  Where is your courage? I smell fear.. Where your hunger? Your eyes tell me you are pray! Come.. lets end these trivia matters!"

Walking up to his split image, he picked it up by the head and smashed it into the ground once again. This caused more glass shards to break and splatter causing more wounds to appear. Since the real Harmon was so close, the shards also grazed him time to time, but in all honesty, it appeared he didn't care in the slightest due to the crazed look of a predator playing with his prey before devouring it.

When all was said and done, the world around Harmon seemed to disperse once again, returning to dense fog it once was. The only difference was the fog seemed to thin at Harmon walked on until eventually, a tree appeared amongst his sights.*
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*Harmon approached the tree with slowed steps. He observed the environment as he recollected the past events that had occured earlier. Harmon couldn't care any less about the wood or task at hand, his main goal in attempting this was to progress his individuality and gain a deeper understanding of the True Meaning or Laws that made up the universe. Having a deeper, more profound individuality would make him stronger because it made him different from the rest and allowed him to forge a path that only he could stride.

  Understanding the True Meaning was a much much much harder task since one could only understand the True Meaning or Laws of the universe that pertained to their entity. Understanding these laws refines your very entity, allowing you to form a stronger connection with the universe and sending you on the way to attaining power equal and greater than any real god can imagine. Gods themselves were also just beings themselves who reached an unfathomable level of True Meaning thus being able to enter godhood and become a law of the universe themselves which allowed them to have direct control over the universe.

Getting back to the scene, Harmon stared at the tree thinking how would he cut it. After an hour of no luck, he simply gave up on the task and sat beneath it in a cultivating fashion.

<That sword on the book...how beautiful it was.. I wonder if I had something like that would I be able to cut wood from this not so simple tree> And with that thought came Harmon's first step of success upon the Law of Cutting which pertained to all things sharp. In his cultivated state Harmon dived further in further into the idea of this sword while sitting under the tree. Unknowingly he, his primal and prideful aura which came from his Crocodile guardian spirit began to sharpen!

Harmon's tiny understanding of the Law of Cutting was having an indirect effect on his individuality thus changing his aura and refining his entity. This affected his individuality because now he didn't just have the power of the Crocodile Spirit like most of the low classing members of the Crocodile tribe had. Now.. Now Harmon was slowly becoming different, someone that strode away from the path shared with his tribesmen!

After sitting there for about an hour or so, Harmon got up after realizing that Nalio wouldn't be catching up to them. Once he got up he noticed something was different about him. Although extremely small.. something was indeed sharper and more refined about him. Being quite knowledgeable, Harmon had an idea of what might have happened due to his stray thoughts in cultivation. He lifting his hand in a hacking fashion and imagined a sword the best he could.  Swinging down his hand a slice of wood separated itself from the tree.

<Success! I cut the tree! I am sure Zither will be happy I completed the task. Wait.. Zither! Right, just how long have I been here!? I should really hurry back!> He thought. After a few more swings of his hand, he collected the wood and returned to Jig.*
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