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The Master Of Monster

In a dark and dangerous world, a man wakes up to find himself transformed into a rabbit. He is alone, confused, and afraid. He does not know who he is or how he came to be here. The man sets out on a journey to find his way in this new world. He soon discovers that he is not the only one who has been transformed. There are many other creatures in this world who have been cursed, and they are all being hunted by a powerful enemy. The man must use his newfound powers to survive in this dangerous world. He must also find a way to break the curse and return to his true form.

mohamedqamar · Fantasy
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24 Chs

The Door

I found myself standing before a mysterious girl. Her aura radiated an ethereal power, and I knew instantly that she was on a different plane of existence, beyond my comprehension.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling.

She smiled enigmatically. "I am the heroine of your story," she replied.

 I saw a lush forest, the trees towering over us like ancient sentinels.

"Is this really inside the tower?" I asked, incredulously.

The girl smiled again. "Do you think we are really inside the tower?"

I looked around, my mind reeling. The scenery was so real, yet so otherworldly. It was as if we had stepped into a different dimension.

"Each floor of this tower is a different world," the girl explained. "And each world has its own challenges."

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that I was about to embark on an extraordinary adventure.

The girl was odd, and I tried to stay away from her. But she followed me.

"Don't try to run away from me," she said. "We can't get through this floor without each other's help."

I didn't understand what she meant, but her strange voice made me shiver.

"Jumping," I said. I jumped as high as I could, reaching the top of the trees. I jumped again, running away with all my energy. What had happened on the previous floors made me not trust anyone easily.

But as I jumped, I saw her jumping behind me. And her jumps were much higher than mine.

I gaped in amazement. She jumped even higher than the tallest trees.

"Where are you from, boy?" she asked with a laugh. "Your jumping level is so bad."

I didn't know what to say. I had never met anyone like her before.

I leapt from branch to branch, my heart pounding with excitement. Lena, the ethereal rabbit with grace and agility that matched her sharp and precise words, guided me on my journey to mastery.

"we is renowned for our jumping and flexibility," she said, "but you have not yet mastered these skills. You must learn to harness your grace and unite it with your power. Only then will you reach your full potential."

I listened intently, my mind ablaze with inspiration. 

"Focus on the movement of your bones," she instructed. "Feel the grace that flows through your veins. Center all of your energy in your feet, and as they approach the ground, allow your bones to descend vertically."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the feeling of the grace coursing through my body. I centered all of my focus in my feet, and as I approached the next tree, I released my energy, propelling me into the air.

I soared through the air, my body moving in perfect harmony. I felt the power of my grace coursing through me

I leapt through the forest canopy, my heart pounding with exhilaration. The wind whipped through my hair and the sun sparkled on the leaves below me. I felt like I could fly.

Suddenly, Lena appeared beside me, her graceful form moving with the ease of a dancer. She wore a simple white dress that fluttered in the breeze, and her long white hair cascaded down her back. Her eyes were a piercing blue, and her lips were curved into a gentle smile.

"When you jump," she said, her voice soft and alluring, "you must always come back to the ground. Choose your landing site carefully."

She landed lightly beside me, her feet touching the ground without a sound. She stood so close to me that I could smell the intoxicating fragrance of her skin. It was a sweet and subtle scent, like wildflowers in bloom.

"I know you don't trust anyone," she whispered. "You've seen strange things on the previous floors. But I'm not asking you to trust me blindly."

I looked into her eyes and felt a strange connection. Her eyes were filled with sincerity and compassion, and I knew that I could trust her.

With a calm voice, I asked, "Why do you need my help? You seem so strong."

Lena gazed at me, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Force is not always the solution," she said softly. "Sometimes it can cause more harm than good."

Her slurred words confused me. "Then how do we break through this floor?" I demanded.

She sighed and replied, "We can't do it without each other."

With a determined look in her eyes, she added, "Follow me."

I sprang through the trees, close behind her. Her laughter rang out, joyous and carefree, as if she were reveling in the thrill of the jump.

"You seem to be a quick learner," she commented.

I didn't answer, but she continued. "I know you're nervous, because we may be heading towards danger. But will your anxiety prevent it from happening?"

I shook my head. "No."

She laughed loudly. "Then don't let your search for life's meaning prevent you from enjoying it. Savor every moment you can, because the bad ones are far more numerous."

Her voice was calm and melodious, like a gentle breeze whispering through the leaves.

I couldn't find the words to respond to Lena. We continued jumping through the trees until we reached a large cave.

"The forest we passed through was full of monsters," she said. "But I killed them all."

I looked at her dusty clothes and asked, "How long have you been on this floor?"

She smiled and replied calmly, "A year. I've been trapped here waiting for someone good. Together, we can get through this place."

I was stunned. "I'm not the first person?" I asked.

"No," she said. "You're the fifth. But they were all too slow, and that's why I'm still here."

I looked at the cave, then back at Lena. "What's inside?" I asked.

She laughed. "A door," she said in a beautiful, calm voice. " Maybe it's the door to the sixth floor. Or maybe it's the door to your death."