Human physiology makes it impossible to see this object at close range, and the light can cause a tingling in the retina through the eyelids, stubbornly burrowing through the gap between the eyelids, trying to liquefy the vitreous into an acidic fluid that is also white and viscous.

But it has no heat, and the illuminated skin can only feel cold to the touch of an aquatic mollusc, with some unknown mechanism of power that makes people unconsciously indulge in it.

The wrists and feet that were able to approach the target were raised together and released from the body, and the action itself created a mist of strange colors around it, which would be seen by the unprojected eyes of the object as an angel in the Holy See, opening the arms of a hundred arms and a thousand fingers to the faithful.

And the powder that burns the mucous membranes, like a blazing flame, burns countless tiny needle tips, piercing every neuron.

Approaching it drowns the mortal's senses of sight, smell, and touch in an incomprehensible stimulus, and the echo of the fungal crevices echoes in the ears.

"So everyone who faces it may not be able to appreciate the chorus in this life." Kraft closed his eyes, holding his breath for a moment, observing the spiritual organ at something unfit for the senses of mortals.

In terms of spiritual experience, it is not yet possible to see the whole picture, but there are still long wrists and feet that extend to the invisible distance behind them, and there are scattered fungus buds on the tracks. While destroying everything encountered, new fungal communities are being propagated and cultivated.

Moving to the side, avoiding the wrists and feet of the photograph, more limbs were gathered around like sea anemones predatoring, and there were scattered fungus spirits controlled by strings, bulging and brewing air cavities ready to breathe.

He's stopped paying attention to those things and is turning to himself, triggering a rather dangerous behavior.

The stones embedded in the muscles and bones of the left arm were stimulated, as if they had been held in the hand, and after they were shattered, they vibrated in the senses with greater amplitude than before.

The impetus to the present level has been rapidly strengthened by the spiritual pluck, and there has been a trend of crossing the level that has always been familiar.

If you want to make a successful crossing, the right choice now is to actively control your speed and stay within the control of your consciousness, like riding a bicycle on a gravel-covered downhill slope where you need to pinch the brakes from time to time to prevent them from crashing.

Then, in the process of less than ten seconds, as long as twenty seconds to half a minute, the body can transition to another level relatively smoothly.

It is not possible to complete this process at the present time. The fungus spirits that have invaded the shells of creeping creatures and thus possess some of the same abilities can obviously feel this, and in less than ten seconds, countless wrists and feet can capture the prey in front of them in the next moment.

Although the manifestation of this little thing is incomprehensible in their simple thinking, it does not prevent it from blending into this shell and becoming a part of it. They don't even bother to calculate whether they will be able to make ends meet when they chase prey that is smaller than the smallest brachiopod with such a huge body.

But what Kraft needed was not an escape to the present world. Instead of choosing to control the speed, he pushed the trend of the two worlds closer, making the reverse fall faster and faster, approaching the limit of his control ability.

The two worlds are rapidly approaching, so that the information within the senses is subtly confused, and some of the spaces are sometimes bleak areas of curled wrists and feet and flourishing fungi, and sometimes they appear as empty and dusty old houses.

This is a sign that the shuttle is about to get out of control, and the fungus spirits are also vaguely aware of the changes in the surrounding environment, and hesitate to settle for the prey that is about to arrive.

The mental organs add a last force to the critical line, and everything in the senses is completely out of control, rapidly shrinking and overlapping, "colliding" together in a way that transcends the traditional concept of space.

It is an unfettered change that spreads to the entire sensing range of the mental organs in a near-nonexistent time, centered on the initiation point. Kraft felt himself at the strength of the storm, and the embedding in his arm hummed with joy, sending it through his body like a sword clash and a tuning fork.

He could "see" countless homogeneous dull rock particles precipitating from the subcutaneous and condensing into tiny hexagonal crystals, filling in the sections caused by the broken prisms and replacing human tissues, as if the mineral growth had been accelerated, refilling a certain form.

And that's just the most inconspicuous part of the changes his actions have caused. This man-made level of confusion is showing the destructive power that is expected and even exceeded.

The surrounding space freezes for a moment, and then, like the accident experienced in the port of comfort, there is a ghostly overlap, and the oil painting softens like a molten melt. This is the manifestation of the overlapping of the corresponding parts of the two worlds in a disorderly way.

The scaly wrists and feet freeze in front of the tip of the nose, blurred at first, then the colors elongated horizontally, as if slowly and irresistibly swept away by a shovel.

……

Koop woke up at the top of the church bell tower, still reluctantly nauseating from the first time he traveled through the plane, and the shock of witnessing a celestial body that could no longer recall its form.

Fumbling to his feet, he lifted his foot away from Martin's hand as he leaned on the window and looked down.

The sun shone on the wooded village and the ornate road, and the rest of the people had finished their work on the perimeter and gathered in the church, which was deserted outside. They did return, but Kraft was nowhere to be seen.

He leaned half out of the window and searched the entire village, noticing an indelible blur in his vision.

It was a circular area on the edge of the village, and at first glance it was thought to be a distortion caused by steaming, but its distortion continued and abrupt, showing an indescribable cold and strange feeling, a swirl of filth on the clear water, stirred by an unknowable force below.

The scenery is mixed with something similar and distinct, accompanied by brightly colored detritus, silk tapestries that appear out of thin air, interspersed with traumatic, frightening fragments of bones, and white light chasing from behind the previous escape.

The light is also flexible and distorted, arriving through unstable gaps, carrying a certain empathetic, inter-species feeling of the luminous body, a multiple, hysterical tearing pain, reaching into the depths of the spirit and stinging the soul.

Koop couldn't help but turn his head away from the feeling and tried to make sense of what was happening to nothing.

When he tried to look again, the changes in the area had subsided. Martin woke up at some point, stood beside him, and clutched his head with one hand.

In a banquet-like candle-burnt, grease-like building, familiar figures froze in the center of the chaos.

"Hell, come down with me!" Koop kicked open the exit of the bell tower, tumbled down the stairs, and ran out of the church as fast as he could, toward the area.

Recently, the task has been heavier, and my physical condition is not very good, and when I finish the second paper, the flu season is estimated to be almost over.

_(:3⌒)_

By the way, I pushed the book of my group friends, and I felt that the language style was seriously infected by the sea tiger.

(End of chapter)