The grassland was undergoing a dramatic transformation.
A place once devoid of scent and life had begun to change.
Its jade-green hue was rotting, and veins of black seeped up from the earth, corrupting its surface.
Here, there was no smell of damp soil or fresh grass—
It was as if the essence of life had been stolen.
Now, the boy could detect a strange odor…
A sickening mix of mold and rotting fish.
"Ugh… that stinks. Where's that smell coming from?"
He pressed his hand against his nose, trying to shield himself.
But the stench grew stronger with every moment—
As if everything—even the boy himself—was decaying.
He was so absorbed by the smell that he hadn't noticed the changes around him…
Until, to his shock, the grass had turned into long, black, wavy strands of hair.
He was walking on the head of a giant.
"What the… what is this? What's happening?"
Confused and stunned, he had no clue what was unfolding.
Suddenly, the ground began to crack beneath his feet.
Something sleeping beneath was beginning to rise.
The memory of his earlier nightmare returned—
His body trembled, his eyebrows drawn tight.
He scanned his surroundings anxiously, afraid of being caught off guard.
But the transformation wasn't letting him escape.
Its goal was to trap him.
The fractures widened, the ground quaked.
The black hair, heavy with silence, surged toward him like waves—
Then lashed against his weak body like whips.
Ferocious lashes tore flesh from bone.
He screamed in agony—
"AAHHHH—It hurts! Agh!"
His voice was swallowed by the air.
He collapsed, terror coiled around him like a snake, preparing to consume him.
Pain pierced him, and the lash marks burned.
In that moment, he found himself caged inside pure horror—
And finally, he could see the face of this place.
The cracks split open, and from their depths emerged dismembered bodies—
Limbs severed, identities lost.
It was impossible to tell which limb belonged to whom.
Thousands. No—tens of thousands.
Each seemed to possess instinct and will—
All rushing toward him, the only living being in this world.
The boy was a virus.
He had invaded the living body of this realm.
The grass and the dead buried within it were its immune system.
And they had come to eliminate the infection.
He had lost.
Death was close—just a breath away.
Slowly, he opened his mouth to speak…
But no words came.
Not even despair.
After all, he was never meant to survive.
The dismembered bodies charged like a rabid beast.
Even among themselves, they showed no mercy—
Tearing apart those ahead just to reach him.
Teetering on the edge of madness, a twisted grin emerged.
"Haha… you all want me? Then come get me… haha!"
The deranged man stepped into the sea of corpses.
Like ants, they crawled up his body—
Until he vanished beneath them.
They gripped his flesh, crushed his bones, sliced him to pieces.
He drowned in agony.
Yet his insanity begged for more.
But he had reached the limit of pain—
Even madness could no longer help him.
The pain became pins and needles—
Like a rusted knife, slowly sawing through his limbs.
All he could see in the frenzy was pieces of his own body—
Fresh blood spilling over the decaying monsters, coloring them with a strange beauty.
The light in his eyes was fading.
Only one eye still saw—
The other, gouged and hollow.
With that final weak gaze,
He glimpsed a black dot in the gray sky above.
Then, the darkness swallowed everything.
And he died.