Chapter 733 (2/2)

But then Randidly’s sensitivity toward images had grown more profound. His Control finally grew accustomed to engaging with images. Therefore, he could control himself to pull those images back within himself.

What then, was left to expand to fill the air?

After fifteen minutes of self-control, those strange lights came back. Randidly thought of them as lights, because they were aberrations that contained substance and color. But they were images, weren’t they?

Coincidentally, one formed in front of Randidly’s left eye. His emerald iris expanded as the pupil contracted. He looked, and he saw within.

An old man stood by a large dog, something so large and shaggy it could very well be a wolf. It panted, its tongue lolling outside of its mouth. Grimacing, the old man hefted the worn hatchet onto his shoulder.

‘Move quickly, Aims. The rain is coming.’

They increased their pace. Very soon, the old man made it to a grave of trees, trees so large that it would take you a minute to walk around them. These trees stretched up almost fifty meters into the sky.

After spitting on his hands and rubbing them together, the man approached the huge tree with the small hatchet. Its blade was only as big as a fist. It obviously couldn’t-

The man’s eyes suddenly became sharp pinpricks of red light.

“Part for me, oh tree,”

The man swung the hatchet. The whole strange world Randidly was seeing began to tremble. The ax blade didn’t change, but the entire world seemed to shrink as it cut forward. Without any resistance, it slashed through the trunk and the momentum of that blow continued forward.

It was peerlessly sharp. So sharp that everything began to unravel around Randidly. At some point, the world fell to pieces, and then the plane of existence. When there was nothing left but Randidly, he was cut too-

“Fuck me,” Randidly cursed, blowing all of the Stamina he had gained over the last… he checked his Skill.

He had been viewing that strange little image for almost an hour. And really, all he had been rewarded with was a terrible headache.

Breathing out, Randidly leaned back against the stone. It wasn’t a large or a long thing that Randidly had seen within that shard of time caught in that pinprick of life. The man in it had seemed human, but it was difficult to judge those things anymore. Was Randidly truly human any longer?

But what was strange was that when the old man had swung his small hatchet, he hadn’t thought that the hatchet was sharp or powerful. No, the old man had just had a stray thought that the bonds that hold everything together were weak.

When he swung, it was not overpowering. It was a reminder of the frailty of relationships and accomplishments. In just a single swing, one thousand worlds could change as they remembered their own weakness.

How… strange. Randidly reflect. Where had that come from…?

It served as a strange… honing of his own images somehow, Randidly felt. After seeing that strange old man take a swing at a tree one hundred times the size of himself, it instilled in Randidly that the trick wasn’t overpowering the world with an image. Or at least, that wasn’t necessary.

Rather, all you needed to do was convince the world that you are being honest. A genuine image could change the world.

Still, the headache seemed to linger, even as Randidly slowly eased away from his focus and allowed time for his brain to rest. If Randidly could find more images in those motes of light, all the better.

But right now…

He did not have time to play around.

With an effort of will, Randidly brought his hand around to look at it.