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Mud's situation became extremely difficult. He was half buried in the precarious roof, feeling a sense of powerlessness and imminent danger that quickened his heartbeat. He could sense that every tremor was a sign of the roof's impending collapse, and this tension made his thoughts race as he searched for a way to escape.
At this critical moment, Mud took a deep breath, attempting to calm his emotions. He knew that it was not the time to panic; he needed to use his unique ability - controlling mud - to create a safe refuge for himself. He began to focus, manipulating the surrounding mud and debris, exerting effort to pull his lower body out from the roof.
With Mud's efforts, a protective shield made of mud gradually forms around him. This shield is strong and thick enough to withstand the impact of a collapsing roof. At the same time, Mud is also thinking about how to use this shield to protect himself from harm if the roof does collapse. He even creates a small space inside the shield to ensure there is enough room for survival until rescue or an opportunity to escape is found.
Although Mud is filled with fear of the unknown, his actions are firm and decisive. On the edge of life and death, he demonstrates an amazing will to survive and clever use of his abilities. Even in dire straits, Mud does not give up any hope of survival. Every breath he takes is filled with a determination for life and a longing for the future.
The structure of the house finally reached its limit after a series of violent shaking, and the entire building, like a giant without support, began an irreversible tilt and sinking. Mud felt unprecedented vibrations within the protective cover he had made with mud, as if the whole world was turning upside down. He cursed his fate, unable to understand why he always ended up in such dire straits.
As the building tilted, Mud could clearly feel his protective cover moving along with it, as if it were a ship gliding through rough waves, trying to find balance amidst the turmoil. The collapse of the entire house not only brought physical destruction, but also symbolized the chaos and disorder of this battle.
"Damn! Why am I always so unlucky?" Mud mocked himself, but deep down, he knew it wasn't the time to give up. As the house slowly began to tilt, seemingly crumbling in slow motion, Mud realized he needed to take action. He exerted all his strength, trying to reinforce his mud shield while searching for a way to escape. In his heart, Mud understood that even in despair, the will to survive was his only hope.
At that moment, when the entire house began to violently collide with the ground, Mud felt a kind of shock he had never experienced before. This shock came not only from the physical impact, but more so from a spiritual upheaval. The surrounding world seemed to freeze in an instant, time became slow and heavy, every second filled with infinite tension and torment.
When the massive energy released from the impact of the house and the ground penetrated the entire building structure, Mud's shield appeared unusually fragile under this force. Cracks began to appear in the mud inside, gradually widening as if it were the struggle before the end of life. This sense of despair filled Mud's heart with powerlessness, knowing that he was on the brink of life and death, with each vibration reminding him that the end might be right in front of him.
As the entire house began irreversible tilting and sinking, Mud's heart was filled with terror. Just as he struggled to stay calm and find a way out, an even more heart-stopping moment arrived. The entire ceiling, with overwhelming weight and inevitable threat, suddenly pressed down on him. In that instant, Mud's heart was filled with immense terror and despair, almost able to foresee the merciless crushing of himself, the fragility and impermanence of life revealed in this moment.
However, at this critical moment of life and death, Mud's survival instinct and his will as a resilient survivor were ignited. He devoted all his efforts to reinforce his mud shield and created a relatively safe space within it, hoping to protect himself from fatal injuries when the building eventually collapsed. Debris and dust from the ceiling were flying around him, everything seemed so apocalyptic, but a glimmer of hope for survival still burned in Mud's heart. He refused to easily succumb to the fate's arrangement, determined to find a way out in this dire situation.
In that moment, Mud felt an unprecedented pressure. His inner struggle was like that of a trapped beast, sharply contrasting with the chaos and destruction around him. He knew deeply that even though his will was as unbreakable as steel, the harsh reality would show no mercy. The shield made of condensed mud, on which he relied, was now his only hope for survival. Once this final line of defense was breached, everything from the outside—the collapsing roof, shattered walls, and the relentless falling debris—would mercilessly bury him until he became an unrecognizable meat pie under the ruins.
The sweat silently slid down Mud's forehead, as if drawn from the wellspring of his life, dripping onto the already cracked Soil Shield. In that moment, this sweat was not just a natural response to pressure, but a tangible manifestation of his unyielding will, a silent resistance and challenge to the relentless fate. He muttered to himself, his voice filled with endless resentment and determination, as if such self-talk could bring him some comfort, or find a glimmer of survival in this despair.
"Damn it! Come on! Let's see how long you can hold on! Bring it on!" Mud's voice echoed in the narrow space, each word squeezed out as if with a kind of human persistence and resistance. His gaze was firm and angry, facing this heartless world. Even in this life-and-death moment, his soul still shone with an unyielding light. The world outside the shield became blurry, but Mud's mind remained unusually clear. Every external impact caused his shield to crack, every heartbeat seemed to synchronize with the collapsing world, but his determination never wavered.
MudAt that moment, he was not only struggling against the chaos of the outside world, but also fighting against his own inner fear and despair. He knew that the outcome of this struggle would determine his fate, but regardless of the result, he had already proven his courage and resilience. This perseverance, this unyielding spirit, would become the brightest footnote in his life, whether in life or in death.
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