Little Meng's Adventures, Part Two

When a man had someone powerful backing him, even his breathing grew brazen. Bald Little Meng was no exception. Ignoring the danger prickling at his Spiritual Awareness, he widened his eyes until they were like bronze bells and stared straight at that being.

"Huh? What's under that Octopus's tentacles?" Meng Qi leaned forward and spotted something new. "Is that a wasteland? An entire Wasteland World?"

Meng Qi made out a little more. The Octopus's tentacles shrouded a Wasteland World. As they thrashed, they seemed to be invading and destroying it, yet Meng Qi also had the strange feeling that the being was opening up and creating that very world.

"What kind of bizarre thing is this? The Book of Octopus Genesis?"

Meng Qi was baffled. He had a vague feeling that he had just seen a being beyond anything he could imagine...

"The world was terrifying enough already, and now this fiend has shown up too. How's a little weakling like me supposed to survive?"

Meng Qi sighed miserably and watched the tentacles dance above the wasteland. That really was one enormous Octopus...

Just then, Meng Qi saw the Octopus suddenly go still. Its tentacles stopped thrashing. It felt as though it had noticed him! One of its eyes moved, seemingly turning toward him, ever so slowly.

At the sight, Meng Qi's scalp exploded with dread. Every hair on his body stood on end, and he began to tremble despite himself.

I'm going to die, going to die, going to die!

The eye had barely moved, yet Meng Qi's heart nearly leaped out of his chest. A great terror deeper than death enveloped him.

Meng Qi went rigid, his blood turning cold. He shut his eyes so he would no longer see the Octopus and, without a moment's hesitation, ended