The Underground Farm

Where...

... Where am I?

Inside of an unknown organism digestive system.

I see...

Wait, What's an I?

That is a referral to this core.

What is Core?

You are.

Me?

Yes.

Who am I?

You.

I see.

I opened my eyes and...

Wait.

Do I even have eyes? Last I checked I have two of them. Wait... Last I checked?

Wh—

Thought process is deemed irrelevant.

Okay then, let's see, maybe I can use my hands to...

I don't feel my arms. Either I don't have one in the first place, or my arms got bitten off when I am being eaten. Either way I don't have it.

So what am I supposed to do now?

Create.

Create?

How?

Subject has been granted an access point.

...oh.

Right, to create.

Slowly, I think of a scene, a scene of tall structures, of a great canopy of—

A forest.

A forest bathed in sky (sky?) blue glow.

A strange feeling emerge from within me.

I feel myself spinning. Wait no. I am rotating.

As I am rotating, I could feel something formless gushing out of me from somewhere.

It's mana.

Right, Mana. I could feel mana forming around me, it feels... Nice.

I wanted to see it. I wanted to see my mana. How do I see? I know I am able to se—

Open your eyes.

Eyes? But I don't have one, I hav—

...!?

It's beautiful.

There's no other words that could describe how beautiful it is.

All of these motes of magic are revolving around a sphere, a floating glowing sphere?

Yet, It is an odd sight.

I wonder what it is. It feels so familiar.

This is the subject's physical vessel.

Ah... I see. So this is me.

It seems I am now able to see.

It is amazing, aside from the manas fulfilling their intended purpose, there are also some purple gas roiling tow—

Acidic gas.

Gas is deemed to be a lethal threat to the subject.

Creating countermeasure...

Countermeasure is unavailable.

Subject has been granted an access point.

Suddenly, I somehow know that the gas is dangerous to me.

And then I somehow transfigure the formless mana into a wall of trees. The trees are glowing blue for some reason. I don't exactly know what I have d—

Eliminating thought process.

I have complete knowledge of mana manipulation now and I have no need to question it.

Manipulating the trees I blocked the gas entrance with glowing blue wooden tentacles.

Just a bit more, and... It's blocked.

How strange, I have the idea that the gas will just pass thr—

Thought process is deemed irrelevant.

Right...

So, let me assess the situation. I seem to be in a fleshy cave that Is very spacious.

I mean, I couldn't even see any walls or ceiling anywhere near me. I co—

20 meters.

What? And wait what's a meter?

The range of subject's domain.

Domain?

Domain.

Right. So what is a meter.

A standard measurement of length.

Right...

A meter is equivalent to a blade of a standard longsword.

A longsword?

The most common weapon used by the soldiers caste.

Right.

I decided that I know enough for now.

So I focus my attention into redirecting the gas flow for now.

Carefully, I grew the trees to sl—

Wait. Does the trees always have eyes.

They are looking at me.

Not at my core body.

At me.

An undetected anomaly has been spotted.

Engaging prot—

Protocol no. $&) #& bLocKEd

Running threat analys—

Analysis interrupted.

Submitting available result...

Detected a major magical anomaly.

Eluvahjiensqiereno—

Command code invalid.

Subject is to bl—

aLL iS FiNe, dO nOT wOrrY aBouT iT.

Understood, new directives have been issued.

I see. The eyes are always there it seems.

So for now, I'm just going to ignore them. They don't seem to be that important anyway.

Subject's domain is deemed to be inadequate.

Engaging protocol no. 5...

Commencing.

Ignoring the new addition, seeing I have no idea what to do, for now, I am going to try to cover this whole fleshy expanse with my trees. On that note I just notice how they look like tentacles. Glowing blue tentacles that have branches and leaves, and covered in glowing bark. But wait... Tentacles?

The greatest kind of appendage

Really? Isn't arms or legs is a better form of locomotion? I rem—

This fact is undebatable.

But ho—

This fact is undebatable.

Well, alright then.

I started doing this by growing my trees all over the place. But then I realize that the more trees I created, the mana motes swirling around me become lesser and lesser.

Subject's action is inefficient.

Mana value is estimated to be below acceptable level.

Shutting down...

Warning. Subject's body is unprotected.

Creating defensive node type. 47...

Booting up...

Insufficient knowledge.

Subject has been granted an access point.

Sufficient knowledge.

Engaging protocol.

So, clearly I have been doing this the wrong way. Because of that, I then starts to focus creating the trees on areas near me.

I make them to grow in a pattern, their branches coiling around each other when the are high enough. The trees also grow in a coil with me being in the center, while at the same time, I'm making their barks to be covered in weird words? What is a word anyw—

Runes.

Runes. So apparently I am carving runes.

Magical conduits to shape mana formations into altering the surrounding laws of nature.

Currently I am carving runes of protection and runes of concealment.

Weird, I don't remember ever dra—

Eliminating thought process.

Well anyway I just finished this project.

And as such I am now surrounded by glowing blue trees coiling around my core like snakes.

I feel nice. I am now enveloped in a cocoon apparently. The blue ambiant glow is relaxing.

Wait... Snakes?

Irrelevant topic.

Ah I see.

So now that I am now safely secured in this closed cocoon of mine created by woods that are infested with eyes constantly looking at me I can finally sleep.

Wait, do I even need to sleep?

Yes.

Ah... Is that so?

Okay then, I am going to sleep now. Goodnight.

Wait, goodnight? What is a goodnight?

Irrelevant.

... Alright then. It's time to sleep.

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gOoD NiGhT.