It had been an hour since the bashing started, and it was still going. And the boy knew that the white thing was soon about to give in, as previous wobbling had turned into hard shaking with each new hit. The boy looked for a way out several times, but couldn’t find anything close to a backdoor anywhere with the hallway. So, he just sat in-front of the brazier, waiting.

For a moment, the denting of the door stopped, and the White Thing jumped onto the brazier, collecting it and the meat above. The boy then saw it shrink to an impossible size, before skiddadling onto the boy’s legs and up on his back. He shivered, as the feeling of a few hundred spiders crawling onto his back for god knows what time was still uncomfortable.

The boy formulated a plan on how to get out, and prepared to run. A punch came towards the door, it finally falling down and revealing five very pissed off looking figures, with one just standing in the middle with a smug look.

The figure in the middle spoke first ‘See? I told you he would be here!” And upon closer inspection, the boy realized that the figure in the middle was Carmira. Then, another figure spoke as they were entering, and the boy heard a far less friendly tone from them. “I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE RIGHT OR WRONG, HOW IN THE HELL DID HE GET IN HERE?!”

The tree person was pissed, and before the boy could even respond, he felt an extreme danger. He ducked, and heard a crashing sound behind him; looking back, the boy found someone had thrown a throwing axe the size of his head at him. The boy looked back, surprised and scared, and saw that another person had thrown the axe at him.

The person was an extremely buff half-goat half-snake thing. It looked like the abominable love child of a goat and a snake, with the lower half belonging to the snake, and the top belonging to the goat. Strangely, the thing had human hands, one of which was holding a spear. The boy was ready to dodge the spear, before Carmira stopped any further action from the group and its members.

“FUCKING STOP! WE’RE NOT SAVAGES LIKE OUR CREATIONS, so we should really reconsider this! The goat-man and the tree lady both stopped in their tracks, still spitefully looking at the boy. He smiled, before whispering to the White Thing: “Let’s get out before anything happens to us.”

“To whoms’t are you whispering little, boy?” said another figure. The boy took a good look at them, and started to drool. It was like somebody took everything out of his dream women, and put it into reality. The boy literally couldn’t take his eyes off her, so the White Thing interrupted by covering his eyes, and his face, and it just kept going down.

Soon enough, the White Thing covered the boy’s entire body, controlling him like a ventriloquist and a puppet. The boy heard some muffled words, of which he couldn’t understand. And right before he could say anything, the White Thing started to run. ‘I should really get this thing a name...’

The boy felt something impact the side of his head, but he only felt the impact, not any pain. ‘This makes for some great armor.’ The White Thing continued to run like death, carrying the boy somewhere. Hopefully, somewhere to get them out of the realm and back to the land he was previously on.

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Some time had passed, with many different sounds and feelings coming and going as the suit carried the boy forward. He could tell that it was slowing down, all the blasts and other projectiles slowly taking their tolls at it. But what the boy didn’t expect was it completely stopping.

The suit came off, the boy looking around as he saw a portal in-front of him. The White Thing jumped into it near instantly, not giving any time for the boy to react or talk to it. The boy sighed, before hearing a loud crash behind him. He jumped into the portal instantly.

[You have escaped and stolen from the gods, leaving their barracks dry and barren like a desert. You have received 5000 EXP, and have leveled up to level 5! Your abilities have slightly been increased. EXP till next level, 0/6000.]

The boy didn’t see the notification, as it appeared and disappeared right as he entered and exited the portal. He instead found himself falling through the sky, the white thing slightly below him. The boy didn't know exactly where he was falling, but looking around, he couldn’t recognize any landscape features. There were no towns, or any stupid monasteries on top of mountains. There was only a forest going into desert that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Realizing that if he doesn’t somehow stop or slow down his descent, he’ll become a red splash on the dirt like red sun contrasting against the earth in a painting. He started to “swim” towards the White Thing, who was carelessly falling like it did this every day. Upon reaching the White Thing several seconds later, the boy tapped on the hard marble, alerting it to his presence.

The White Thing looked surprised, even without a face. It realized shifted from top to bottom, before going around the boy’s body again, encasing him in itself. The boy sighed, and felt himself fall far faster now that he had so much more weight. It seemed that the White Thing hardened itself or just made itself denser. The boy didn’t really care however, as he was satisfied that he wouldn’t become a red smear.

After a minute or so passed, the boy felt the impact. ‘Uhhhhh, my body will be sore for a while now.’ The boy felt the White Thing slowly climb off him, and onto his back. The boy slowly got up, making sure not to pull any muscle. Upon actually standing up, the boy looked around himself.

He found several angry...things.

The boy was surrounded by jelly balls. They had no faces to speak of, had nothing in them, and just wiggled...angrily. The boy also noticed that he was completely surrounded by these short little blobs, and that each one of them had a different color. After inspecting around himself, the boy looked down, and figured out why the jelly balls were angry.

There was large splash of red and purple jelly below him. ‘I landed on a blob, huh?’ The jelly around the boy wiggled even harder, and started to approach him. The boy having nowhere to go, stood and waited for the jelly to make its way to him. As the blobs came up to his feet, they stopped, becoming more and more compact, combining themselves to form a giant, multi-colored jelly blob.

The jelly produced a noise that reminded the boy of a very hungry stomach; a deep, deep rumbling sound vibrating through the jelly. The boy looked at the thing, and saw how more and more blobs kept coming into it and adding their colors to it. Soon enough, all the blobs were gone, and one giant blob, the size of two fully-grown trees stood before the boy.

The jelly made one last grumble noise, before the boy’s vision went dark.

The boy woke up on the ground in... darkness. He felt the cold dirt as on his ass, his clothes still on him, as well as the amulet that was on his foot. The White Thing was still on his back, the feeling of hundreds of spiders not bothering him quite as much as it was before. Suddenly, there was light.

He saw how some of the blobs were on fire, seemingly uncaring for how they were burning alive. Around them were other, multicolored jelly’s that menacingly...blobbed in place. The boy had to stop himself from laughing, as he figured this was meant to intimidate him. Surprisingly, a voice came from behind him.

“WHO DARES ENTER OUR DOMAIN?!” A deep, non-human voice said behind him. It sounded like a mix of different humans together. The boy looked to see who the voice belonged to, and saw a giant blob of purple jelly; this one having a ball in its middle.

Before responding the boy looked around, and saw that he was surrounded not only by blobs, but by dirt as well; dirt that was way too smooth. “I do.” Said the boy back to the jelly. The jelly wiggled a bit before rolling starting to roll towards the boy.