Suddenly his hands started growing tentacles becoming like a squid-like monster.
"Hmmm!", the entity observed him as he started reinforcing his belief.
Norris however had no time to care. He had bigger fishes to fry.
These were not how his hands are supposed to be.
But the more Norris looked at his hand, the more natural he felt.
"Hands are made up of tentacles, with tendrils all over.", Norris briefly acknowledged.
Then he was shocked. How can he have that thought? Looking at the tentacles which felt so natural. Norris was filled with dread.
He started reinforcing his beliefs again. Five fingers, muscles, no tentacles. Especially no tentacles.
His hands began restoration. Slowly his palm restored then
Belief became biology, stabilizing the flesh as the Memory Scape's laws helped overwrite chaos.
Norris knew he was going to be in for a ride. The entity's changed. From the polite, child speaking to his new toy, to a mad scientist seeing a new subject.
His change smooth like a force of nature. Chaotic, Unpredictable and Impermanent.
Norris's could only watch himself as his body twisted uncontrollably. The entity's chaotic energy enveloped him.
His arms shrank into stubs while his legs stretched unnaturally long. His eye combined gave birth to a singular eye with veins bulging in its tissues looking like they were about to burst.
The lesions began stripping away not just form. Norris found himself losing basic cognitive functions.
First his speech. He didn't see the need to speak. He could always communicate telepathically. All he needs to do is to develop it further. His sight was lost, his touch began to fail.
His memory scape suddenly resonated with him. He regained his cognitive functions but of course the aftermath of whatever the entity had done still remained.
The sensation felt too real. Norris had a guess. Maybe his body outside was affected too. If that is so, then it's understandably. The mind affects the body and vice versa.
His body had a prison of flesh that harms both self and maybe others.
"Oh, fascinating," he heard the entity while struggling with himself, its voice smooth and melodic but dripping with malice. "Let's see how you can be restored."
Norris gasped as his skin peeled away, regrowing translucent and pulsating with veins of light.
Desperation surged in him as his beliefs crumbled, the Memory Scape dimming around him.
"Chaos cannot override the concept of self," Norris muttered, clinging to his fragile belief.
Slowly, the fragmented Memory Scape flickered back to life, reinforcing his body and stabilizing the chaotic mutations.
Norris had become a human again. But Norris only felt unfortunate.
He looked up at the surrounding. Then he saw the entity. It's temperament had changed.
It clapped, looking at him with indifference. "Impressive. A mortal clinging to order amidst chaos. Let's see how your mind fairs. You feel the human shape defines humanity. Ohk."
With a flick of its fingers, Norris' found his surroundings dissolving into a swirling void.
Norris felt the air vibrate as the next wave descended upon him. The chaotic void twisted and pulsed, disorienting him.
Norris watched as the entity extended its hand, and his body was instantly enveloped by a spiraling torrent of chaos.
His limbs bent unnaturally again, reshaping into bizarre, almost insect-like appendages.
"You intrigue me, Norris," Norris listened to the entity, its tone becoming amused and discomforting. "Let's explore the limits of your existence."
Norris's chest heaved as his ribs turned translucent, revealing glowing fragments of his internal organs.
He gritted his teeth, forcing his belief to stabilize his form, but the chaos surged again.
His heartbeats quickened, echoing into the void with a rhythm that felt warped, unnatural.
"Did you know," the entity continued, voice calm but brimming with malice, "that chaos can unearth hidden potential? Let's see what secrets your mind and body might hold."
With a flick of its wrist, the void manifested shards of spiraling energy that slashed through Norris's form. The fragments didn't wound him but instead left behind trails of alien sensations.
Flashes of memories he didn't recognize, moments of lives he had never lived. He acted unlike himself.
Like a character in a game controlled. The entity cackled softly, delighted.
Norris forced himself to focus. His Memory Scape flickered as he grasped at fragments of belief: This body is mine. These memories are not real.
Chaos is not absolute. Slowly, he felt his shape reassert itself, though exhaustion clawed at him.
"Marvelous!" The entity clapped, its presence radiating chaotic delight. "Your resilience is extraordinary. But will it last?"
As Norris struggled to stabilize himself against the relentless onslaught of chaos, he felt an unusual strain deep within his Memory Scape—a crack in its foundation.
The reinforcement he relied upon to fight the entity began to falter. It wasn't just exhaustion; something fundamental had gone wrong.
Chaos had latched onto his belief system, twisting it. Norris examined himself. He looked at the tank and saw flesh and blood made up to form a tank like stuff. Did he feel anything wrong, no. He felt that is how it should be.
The Memory Scape flickered, then dimmed sharply, showing fractured mirrors instead of cohesive thoughts.
Norris was infected. He was assimilated by the entity accepting his views. Though he resisted. He could easily become a dependent of the entity if he accepts this transformation.
It might look like the best option to survive but he can see himself being played around to slowly degenerate in his morals.
Till the entity got bored and cast him aside or perhaps forget about him completely. Who can understand chaotic beings.
He looked up the entity calmly. He's tired. Let it all end. As expected the entity got bored.
It sighed, its fiery red eyes dimming slightly. "Is this all, Norris?" it said, its tone shifting from curiosity to disdain. "I expected more. You're clinging to these tired beliefs, struggling against chaos like a child flailing in quicksand. It's… dull."
Norris felt the pressure ease slightly as the entity waved dismissively, almost disinterested. His twisted form flickered, briefly stabilizing.
"You've become predictable," the entity muttered, inspecting its nails as if Norris was no longer worth its attention. "Perhaps I've overestimated you. Chaos demands something more... entertaining."
It wanted to leave. What will happen to its old toy, Norris, in the search of a new one? Norris didn't wanna know. He checked his mental energy.
Not enough. Not enough.
Norris calmly accepted his fate.
Who knows? He might survive it he used what he was familiar with to cast the spell. But since that doesn't work. He wanted to use his mental energy to reduce the price of lifespan.
Since that doesn't work? No Biggie. Spending life it is.
Sacrificing 40 years of life, he cast the spell, Invite entity(tier 5).
Overwhelming mana came. Mental energy full. Norris eyes glowed manifesting the saturation of energy. Norris life was exchanged for power.
With that he augumented the spell. He also sacrificed his memory scape. His memory is his.
Not the dream realm, not this entity and not the death realm. His!!
A realm formed with his memory must be vanquished. Along with the entity that played with it. It must die.
Norris felt the urge to kill the entity. He had never considered it before. But now the entity gave him too much space to destroy it completely.
Like an otaku who wants to destroy his browser's history along with whoever looked it up, Norris looked at the entity with malice.
The entity though watched him with expectations. The target of the sacrifice reaching him. He happily received the ritual while also giving Norris the energy to restore him.
He looked on eager. This mortal might suprise him.
Norris had options to pick from. The death realm, the arcane realm, the entity, and also the dream realm.
He calmly chose the death realm. It's going to respond the fastest. He calmly waited while looking at the entity who was looking at him with interest, then slowly morphing into horror.