Whispers of Metal: The Forge of the One Mage

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The room was devastated, as if a hurricane had swept through it. There, in the midst of the wreckage, a young human lay, deeply asleep in what appeared to be utter chaos. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting an unnatural glow on his pale skin. Slowly, his eyelids began to twitch, signaling that he would soon wake up.

...

My mind slowly returned to consciousness, but I wasn't prepared for what awaited me. The first thing I felt was a burst of light, too intense, as if someone were shining a flashlight directly into my face. It took me a few minutes to adjust to the brightness, blinking as I tried to process my surroundings. When I was finally able to see clearly, I was overwhelmed by an avalanche of new and intense sensations.

The depth of the objects, their shapes and textures, unfolded before my eyes with a precision that seemed impossible. It was as if everything were rendered in a much more advanced technology, a cutting-edge 3D simulation. Every sound, from the faintest creak to the distant roar of the ocean, hit me with overwhelming intensity. I could hear the ocean... from here. The flood of sounds invading my ears was too much, and it felt as if my head was going to explode with each new stimulus.

But the smells... the smells were the worst. It was as if my sense of smell had been amplified to inhuman levels. I could detect the faint mold on the walls, the acidity of the food scraps scattered throughout the room. My sense of touch went wild. I could feel almost invisible air currents brushing my skin, giving me an approximate perception of my surroundings. When I ran my hand over the floorboards, I could sense every imperfection, every scratch, as if I were exploring the surface with multiple sensors.

I took a deep breath, feeling the cold air fill my lungs. Never before had the simple act of breathing been so pleasurable. The fresh air invaded me, clearing my mind and refreshing my body.

It was at that moment that clarity began to settle in my brain, allowing me to see what I had done. The devastation around me was obvious. The destruction I had caused the previous day looked like a macabre work of chaos. The living room and kitchen seemed to have been devoured by a wild beast. The furniture was shattered, broken beyond recognition. The fridge no longer existed; in its place was a pool of deformed, bubbling plastic, a vaguely familiar reminder of what it once was.

I sighed and brought my fingers to the bridge of my nose, gently massaging it as I contemplated the mess. "I'll deal with it later," I muttered. However, a deafening growl interrupted my thoughts. My stomach, still insatiable, demanded more food. "Am I still hungry?" I thought, somewhat perplexed. With nothing else to do, I stood up and headed to my room, determined to find some clothes.

When I entered the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed the small changes in my body. My skin, though still the same pale tone, now looked... flawless. There were no traces of imperfections, no blemishes, no scars. It was as if my skin had been smoothed to the finest detail—it honestly looked like ceramics, which was unsettling.

However, my eyes surprised me. They hadn't changed color, but I noticed something new: a tiny white dot in the center of each pupil, so small it could go unnoticed if I hadn't taken the time to observe it closely. And that says a lot, considering the kind of vision I have now. My hair, which had always been dark brown, was now almost ebony. Thankfully, I hadn't turned white-haired like those isekai protagonists after a transformation, something I was mentally grateful for.

Though I now resembled a porcelain statue of myself, which felt strange—I mean, I know it's me, it's my same features, but it doesn't feel right. My mind can't fully connect it. Beyond that, my "form" hadn't undergone any other changes, which was good.

After my little moment of vanity and bewilderment in front of the mirror, I returned to the living room. With a simple gesture of my hand, the remains of the furniture compressed, folding under the pressure of my telekinesis until they became small spheres of debris, which I tossed into the trash without effort.

I left the house, still hungry. Not as much as before, but the sensation remained irritating, an annoyingly persistent hunger.

As I walked through the sunny streets of Beach City, I greeted a few acquaintances, though I didn't linger. My mind was too preoccupied with finding something to eat over anything else. After a few minutes, I arrived at Big Donut.

"Good morning, guys. How are you?" I greeted Sadie and Lars, who were behind the counter. The store was empty, just the three of us.

Sadie stared at me as if trying to spot something different about me, but apparently, she couldn't find anything. "I guess she doesn't notice my changes for the same reason they don't notice that the Gems are aliens," I thought to myself.

"Hey, Adrian," Sadie replied with a smile. "We're doing well, thanks for asking."

Lars, without looking up from his phone, simply raised a thumb in acknowledgment.

"Glad to hear it," I responded sincerely as I leaned over the counter. "I'd like to order four dozen donuts and four black coffees, please." Sadie nodded, and with Lars's help, they started packing my order. It didn't take them long to have everything ready.

I paid the bill and said my goodbyes. "Well, guys, it was nice talking to you, but I've got things to do." Sadie nodded, and Lars returned to his phone without another word.

I left the store, and before I knew it, the hunger struck again, this time stronger. I couldn't hold back any longer and headed for a solitary bench. I sat down and began devouring the donuts in a grotesque manner. My mouth opened at an unnatural angle, much wider than any human mouth should open. I didn't care how it looked, only about satisfying my insatiable hunger.

I alternated between huge bites of donuts and sips of coffee. My jaw worked at an inhuman speed, crushing every piece of dough in seconds. Even the smallest crumbs didn't escape my mouth. It was as if every part of me was designed to maximize the efficiency of eating. However, despite the speed and quantity, the feeling of hunger didn't entirely disappear. Only a small part of that void had been filled. I even considered for a millisecond eating the nearby seagulls, but my rational mind returned before I could do anything.

I stayed there, thinking about why I felt so hungry, when a sharp and deafening sound reached my ears, followed by a softer but no less annoying sound of wood and metal breaking.

"Alright, let's see what happened," I thought with a bit of reluctance, still feeling that gnawing hunger.