Trigger warning: Extreme violence, gore, and s*icide.
Neo was back inside the great SS-Class Dungeon. The Dungeon that had taken ten years of his life away from him. He could suddenly feel everything.
Desperation, exhaustion, fear, regret, pain. Inexplicable pain.
Bizarros were all over him. He couldn't feel where his body parts began and ended. Blood filled Neo's vision. He found it extremely difficult to breathe, every single fibre in his body was screaming out in pain.
Neo tried to concentrate. He tried hard to stop thinking about his physical state. He tried to focus on his ability. But his continuous state of split consciousness relentlessly drained him of his energy.
His needle, his gun, his crossbow, his spinning blade, he tried to wield them all at the same time to his favor. To peel off the Bizarros that were feasting on his body. To give himself just enough time to run, hide. To escape this situation.
