Almy clutched his head then curled up in a fit of hallucination.
He saw countless yellow bubbles in a red space, it was like snails crawling around his face and eyes.
Each ribbon of flower colors bound Almy's hands, surging like a violent wave, blending into his soft pupils.
He kept spinning, then wandering, like a millipede, his body like a fish drawing near to a snake.
In the shape of that sea snake, he saw at his eyeball a strange golden color.
As if his eyes were gradually being gilded with gold.
Almy floated in space, he tried to grasp one of the ten thousand threads of silk entangled in his sight.
He kept clutching it, kept holding it, grinning crazily in his drug induced delirium.
He laughed breathlessly, feeling as if the words were stuck in his throat and could not escape.
Almy gripped his throat, his eyes narrowed and then from the corners of his eyes sprouted tiny little fingernails, feeling like fragments of pale yellow glass.
Those shattered glass fragments floated then distorted, as if they were bubbles splitting into many more versions of themselves.
Almy opened his mouth wide, vomiting a thick mass of tiny eyeballs, looking like a school of fish eggs, blue eyeballs, strikingly distinct, their pupils as deep as black holes as if scrutinizing Almy.
This entire world was because of him, for him, inevitably he was god.
Almy turned his hand like a wind fan, causing it to split into countless shimmering golden threads.
They flew out just like that to grasp those glass fragments and piece them together into a memory image.
A distorted state of reality created unconsciously from Almy's human nature. In that distorted glass image, there suddenly appeared an image of a corpse in a coffin being eaten alive by red ants.
The corpse was indistinguishable in gender, the facial skin and genitals had been bitten to an incredibly bizarre extent, but the eyeballs in the deep red skull were still staring intently at Almy.
It did not speak, but Almy felt as if it were calling him.
Calling him to become one with it.
"GaH, Cough!!"
Almy clutched his throat and woke up, he was too thirsty.
'Breath… breath'.
Almy tried to press his chest repeatedly, forcing the air to circulate again, but due to not being sober he mistook his stomach for his chest, finally pressing it hard causing him to almost vomit.
"ah, Ah".
His breath from small to large, not knowing how much time had passed, Almy began to gradually return, but his brain was throbbing all over.
He only now began to wipe away the tears on the corners of his eyes, trying to illuminate this place, but the darkness was too thick, the space hot and humid, seemingly like a closed room.
"Where… where am I and what am I doing?"
Almy wanted to move, but when he crawled to the edge of the bed he tumbled down to the ground and made contact face first with the thick earth.
Almy tried to cling to the bedpost but then touched his own leg, so he tried to stand and fell again.
Not knowing how much time had passed, Almy finally began to be able to stand up, each of his footsteps carrying difficulty, trembling, and fear.
CRASH!!!
He was about to instinctively channel magic to seek help when he heard a large commotion outside, like a journalist's instinct, he headed straight toward the room door, but unfortunately this place was too dark making it impossible for him to know what this place was in order to act.
He tried to search in his pocket for the universal survival kit, the thing containing many items like a knife, pliers, and a lighter.
Fortunately, he had not lost it, the small tool box was still here.
It carried a sturdy silver metal shell, exquisitely carved with images of mist, having many different uses for each situation.
He fumbled to spark a flame from it, then he used it to scrutinize this place.
The yellowish flame tried to flicker to light up his life, but if it were the Almy of 10 seconds later, he would go mad and tell the current Almy not to turn it on.
Because the thing he was inside of was a spacious medical room with many interlaced beds, yet filled with green tentacles completely enveloping this place.
They were like the roots of a giant tree, burrowing deep into the wall then protruding again, but seemingly each one of them was alive, because every 2 seconds all the tentacles throbbed like a heart pumping blood.
"Ha, ugh! What the heck is this!? A joke? Another high?"
Almy fell to his knees, his legs no longer had the strength to help him continue standing firm, his fall to the ground also accidentally dropped the lighter he was holding, it kept rolling on the ground, the sound of metal clashing on the stone floor seemingly the only sound still existing.
It fell four paces away from him, but it seemed the actual distance was 4 horizons. He could not breathe for one more moment.
Tap tap~
A crisp sound of footsteps echoed from the void, it resonated in his ears like a roar of a fierce tiger.
"Ah ahh, please, please f forgive me, no matter who you are, please, for god's sake, for…."
Almy did not dare lift his head, did not dare open his eyes, nor dared to inhale one more dose of oxygen. Because that entity had arrived here.
In that pitch black darkness, a golden eye appeared, it did not emit any sparkling aura, not even a tiny ray of light, but even when someone bowed their face to the ground and closed their eyes tightly like Almy, they could still clearly see what it was.
It was strange, with a blue pupil, like a jade stone rather than an eye.
Then Almy felt his chin as if being gently touched by someone, it was soft as a feather, yet behaving as if examining something, as if Almy were merely a toy.
Almy's eyes felt heavy, he slumped his head, letting go to the mockery of fate.
Then in his mind, from his brain screamed a name that would echo forever for him hereafter.
'The One Eyed Goblin King…'
Almy felt as if he were in heaven, the most pleasant feeling he had ever experienced in his life, including the previous drug trial.
To fully enjoy that feeling, he opened his eyes, only to see his hands covered in fresh blood, holding a blade that was piercing through Ron's chest.
Beside him were countless people beaten half dead lying in a mountain of bodies.