Rocky's good mood from training was completely ruined when he reached the breakfast hall and was surrounded by people who seed on the verge of ntal instability.
"There's a new kid here, hahaha, one more has co here to suffer, one more is fooled by the promise of power, what did they take from you handso boy? What do you even lack?" A rough voice said as Rocky ignored him.
"Leave him alone Gerald, for all we know he can be deaf right now" Another male voice that was slightly less deep than the one before said as Rocky felt incredibly suffocated for not having the ability to see them.
Unfortunately, his noise perception was not yet great.
He could determine the general direction from where sound was coming from, however, he could not determine how far away or close the person speaking it was.
"Oh fuck off Leonard, look at him, with such good looks I would make Mia fall in love with in an instant. That hoe, all she cares about is good looks.
I am the mudgong champion, my father is a legendary tier7 god but does she care about that?
No-
All that hoe cares about is Qin, and how handso that bastard is…" Leonard ranted, as Rocky sensed so serious jealousy coming from that man.
Rocky carefully decided not to engage in conversation with him and instead focus on eating the food bread soaked in water for his breakfast al.
The absence of sight transford what should have been a simple al into a challenging ordeal. Without his vision to guide him, even the basic act of scooping his food with a spoon and bringing it to his mouth felt hard as the food slipped from his grip ti and ti again, until eventually he gave up on the spoon entirely and began eating with his hands like a barbarian.
The bread soaked in water, a al that once might have seed rely plain, now beca an unpleasant mush against his palate. The texture, which he could not avoid or ignore, seed to amplify in his mouth, becoming a constant, unwelco reminder of his new limitations.
The lack of visual cues stripped him of the ability to prepare ntally for each bite, turning each mouthful into a guesswork of texture and size.
Moreover, the sounds of the hall, previously a background accompanint to his als, now overwheld him. The clatter of utensils, the murmurs of conversation, and the occasional loud remarks from individuals like Leonard created a ruckus that made concentrating on his al difficult.
This auditory overload, combined with his inability to judge the distance and direction of these sounds accurately, added a layer of isolation and frustration to his experience as surrounded by voices that he usually ignored, he felt alone in a bubble of sensory confusion.
"Nooooo– nooooooooo" soone shouted, as Rocky could hear so solid sobbing sounds coming from his right.
"Oh for god's sake Naya, we know you've lost your taste buds and now everything you eat you wish to throw out because of gag reflex, but can you please not ruin our als for us? Do you have to cry everyday?" Leonard said as Rocky realized that the woman crying to his right was called Naya and she had lost her sense of taste.
"Hey you, new kid… nod if you've lost your vision" Gerald said, as Rocky nodded his head in acknowledgent.
"Fuck, we have a blind guy in the group, I thought so too by how ssily he was eating, but damn, that's a brutal penalty for a first tir" Leonard said, as he talked non-stop during the al, being a complete nuisance to Rocky.
As if the sounds did not annoy him enough, the slls of the hall, too, were overwhelming for Rocky to take.
Without sight to contextualize them, the mingling aromas around him beca disorienting.
Whether he was hallucinating or whether the others were served als different to him, Rocky was not sure as what might have been appetizing with the benefit of vision now teased and confused him, offering promises of flavors that his simple al did not contain.
It heightened his sense of loss, a reminder of the variety and pleasure that sight had once brought to his dining experiences.
Eating without seeing, Rocky realized, was less about savoring and more about survival. It underscored his dependency in a way that nothing else had so far. Each fumbled attempt to bring food to his mouth was a stark reminder of the autonomy he had lost, the simplicity of life before his blindness now felt like a great way to exist compared to now.
In this new reality, even the most mundane tasks were tinged with frustration and a sense of inadequacy. The act of eating, once a straightforward, often enjoyable part of his day, had transford into a source of daily struggle, a constant reminder of the limitations his blindness imposed on him.
*Dong*
*Dong*
.
.
.
*Ding*
Ending with a *Ding* signified half n hour had passed, which ant that al ti was over and Rocky was supposed to head to the penance hall, however, unexpectedly, as he stood up, he heard the others screaming beside him as he heard faint footsteps walking towards him.
*SWOOSH*
He was grabbed rather violently from his ankle and before he could even retaliate he was picked up off the ground such that his head was facing the ground and his foot was facing the ceiling.
"The red devil got him! We forgot to inform the poor guy that finishing his food was a must, even if he spilled so over. Now the devil got him!" Rocky heard soone screaming in the background as he felt frustrated that the idiot who said these words now did not inform him about this beforehand.
His ankle hurt from how strongly the devil gripped him, however, Rocky did not grunt in pain as he endured it silently.
Unfortunately, he had no idea about the world of pain he was about to be subjected to.
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/// A/N - Chapter 7/8 ///
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