Chapter 186: Brock’s Breakthrough
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Chapter 186: Brock’s Breakthrough
Brock felt like his eyes were open for the first time. He saw his soul. It was beautiful.
His inner world was a gaping nothingness peppered with floating leaves. It felt crampy and impossibly expansive at the same time, like space had lost all meaning.
Brock floated in the middle of this world, gawking at the leaves surrounding him.
Bro he muttered.
Right in front of him hovered the Big Thought. It was a flexed bicep, an arm that extended from the shoulder down and must have been working out for decades. The skin was missing, allowing Brock to observe its clean musculature. Every muscle was impeccably defined, bringing a sense of awe that he had never felt before.
Not even Father had such muscles. Not even Big Bro.
He felt an urge to bow to this flexed arm. To show his belly, declaring subservience. But, at the same time, something held him back. This was his soul. This arm was his Big Thought. Why would he submit to something that was his?
That would be very un-bro-like.
Squaring his jaw, Brock adopted a bodybuilder stance, showing off all of his gruesomely worked-out muscles. He brought his arms above his head and flexed them. He then clasped his palms behind his back, also flexing. He was challenging the big arm for dominance.
The big arm accepted the challenge. It flexed harderand, in an instant, Brocks entire world was covered in muscles. In power. He released a monkey cry as muscles drowned his world, and out of instinct, he flexed harder. Veins popped all over his body. His eyes went bloodshot.
The arm wasnt content to just sit there and be challenged. It attacked. Brock felt fear cloud his senses, but he responded with his bravery muscle. Immense pressure surrounded his body. His every physical muscle twitched as it was pulled apart, their tenacity put to the test. Brock was in excruciating pain. He yelled, but by then, it was already over, and Brock remained whole.
After all, he followed a rigorous work-out routine that spanned his entire body. A good bro didnt leave weaknesses.
The arm redoubled its efforts. It transported Brock to a world of forests, where several highly-muscled brorillas were flexing their hardest. He was like a dwarf amongst giants. The brorillas finished flexing, then stared at him, waiting to see his performance.
Brock felt the judgment in their gazes. He was smallsmaller than all of them. His muscles, though strong, werent as impressive. It was like being in his pack all over again.
His bottom lip began to quiver. His arms flopped to the sides. He was too weak to be here. He did not belong. They would mock and cast him out, like Father had done.
The brorillas around Brock liquified, combining into one, large brorilla.
Father.
Harambe.
Brock shrunk before his fathers gaze. The large brorilla, the leader of the pack, stared him down, expecting something. But what? Brock had tried so hard, but he wasnt grown yet. He wasnt as big as the other brorillas. Perhaps he never would be.
Brock opened his mouth and almost made submissive monkey noises. Almost.
At the last moment, he held himself back. Why was Father doing this? He had already kicked Brock out. What more did he want? How could he expect Brock to be even stronger than he currently was? He was trying his very hardest!
A veil was lifted from Brocks eyes. Indeed, he had tried his hardest since leaving the pack. He had followed the teachings of the brorillas to work out and act as a bro would. He had dutifully followed his big bro, and though he made a few mistakes, he learned from them and never repeated them. Brock was doing everything he should.
What more did Father want?
Whatever it was, Brock couldnt give it. Father, the biggest of broswas wrong to stare. His brain muscles had made a mistake.
Brock shook from the realization.
The world blinked before his eyes. His fathers accusing stare melted along with the big brorilla himself, revealing the large arm again. It was a brorillas arm, obviously, just without fur and skin. And perfectly sculpted.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
He observed, then took charge. Every situation was borderline un-bro. He slowly but firmly grabbed the scenes and set them straight. Every single one of them. It was a piece of cake. The correct decisions came naturally to him, as if emanating from his heartas if hed swallowed the rulebook that all good bros had to follow.
He had learned about this rulebook. It was one of the brorillas most sacred entities, a fountain of knowledge that only the greatest of bros could master.
The legendary Bro Code.
Brock felt pride surge inside him. His knowledge and understanding were tested, but he prevailed every time. Before long, the thousand visions were all resolved, and Brock was back in his soul, but everything had changed.
The large hand waited quietly by the corner. It wasnt hovering in space anymore; it was now firmly planted into his soul walls, spreading its muscles around his soul and making it stronger. Brock could feel the change. Everything about him was stronger now. Every muscle, both physical and mental, was enhanced like hed been working out for ten hours straight.
But that wasnt the biggest change. His soul was no longer a dark void. It was now lit with clear, bright light, and on its brown walls were lines and shapes. They werent letters of any language. They were representations of the unspoken rules that made up the worlds greatest book of conduct: the Bro Code.
And Brock could read them.
The Bro Code had become one with his soul, fused perfectly. No; perhaps that wasnt its real name now. It was the Very Big Thought of Brohood. Through contesting the large armthe Big Thought of MusclesBrock had directly conceived and perfectly merged with his soul the Very Big Thought of Brohood. In the same fell swoop, he had also fused the Big Thought of Muscles into his soul, too.
Brock allowed himself a moment of unrestrained pride and elation; he could sense that what he had achieved was monumental.
He opened his eyes in the real world, shocked by the changes in his body. He had just become inconceivably stronger. The Big Thoughts were part of him now, flooding his every nook and cranny, enhancing him way beyond what was physically possible.
Only the Staff of Stone in his hand remained perfectly weighted. A confusing matter, but Brock couldnt bring himself to care. He was just so happy. He was no longer weak!
The brown corridors now seemed inviting. He dashed through them, restless to meet an adversary and test his might. It didnt take long; only three corridors down was a blue crab, pinching tiny stone outcroppings off the walls and eating them.
Brock skidded to a halt, staring down the crab. The crab watched him attentively; it hesitated between attacking or running. Brock smirked and hooked his finger at it, inviting it forward. He had already decided that this crab bro would be his sparring partner.
The crab made up its mind. It attacked.
A few moments ago, just this charge would be at the limits of Brocks perception. Now, it seemed almost slow. He didnt even need his Staff.
Brock let the weapon fall, electing to meet this bro in bare-armed combat. He leaned away from a pincer, letting it clip his rib fur, then smashed a fist into the crabs face. The crustacean flew back, landed feet-first into a wall, and jumped at him again.
Brock growled. Punching was his big bros area of expertise, but Brock wanted to walk a path of his own, lest he end up trapped in Big Bros shadow. So, what should he do?
He jumped over the crab, which barely reached his waist. The pincers closed around empty air. Brock planted his palm on the crabs head, following its rotation to land behind it. Before the crab could understand what was happening, Brock had wrapped his hands around its body from behind and raised it above his head, leaning back and planting its head into the floor with all the power he could muster.
The stone floor shook. The crab made a pained sound, its shell slightly cracked from the impact.
Brocks face was split by a massive grin. He couldnt wait to show Big Bro how strong hed gotten.
He jumped upright, ready to go another round, but the little crab had had enough. Deciding that Brock was more than it could handle, it turned sideways and sprinted away.
Brock let it. After all, it wouldnt do for him to bully this little bro.
Then again, what other fate awaited this crab? It would keep on eating stone until one of the bone monstersthe monsters that Brock knew how to avoiddevoured it. That was no life for Brocks sparring partner.
That was no life for anyone, actually. Someone had to step up for the crabs.
With a few quick steps, Brock caught up to the little crab and stopped it. It didnt fight back; it seemed almost resigned to its fate by now.
Brock shook his head. We have a lot of work to do, little bro. But dont worry. Big Bro Brock is here!
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Chapter 186: Brock’s Breakthrough
Brock felt like his eyes were open for the first time. He saw his soul. It was beautiful.
His inner world was a gaping nothingness peppered with floating leaves. It felt crampy and impossibly expansive at the same time, like space had lost all meaning.
Brock floated in the middle of this world, gawking at the leaves surrounding him.
Bro he muttered.
Right in front of him hovered the Big Thought. It was a flexed bicep, an arm that extended from the shoulder down and must have been working out for decades. The skin was missing, allowing Brock to observe its clean musculature. Every muscle was impeccably defined, bringing a sense of awe that he had never felt before.
Not even Father had such muscles. Not even Big Bro.
He felt an urge to bow to this flexed arm. To show his belly, declaring subservience. But, at the same time, something held him back. This was his soul. This arm was his Big Thought. Why would he submit to something that was his?
That would be very un-bro-like.
Squaring his jaw, Brock adopted a bodybuilder stance, showing off all of his gruesomely worked-out muscles. He brought his arms above his head and flexed them. He then clasped his palms behind his back, also flexing. He was challenging the big arm for dominance.
The big arm accepted the challenge. It flexed harderand, in an instant, Brocks entire world was covered in muscles. In power. He released a monkey cry as muscles drowned his world, and out of instinct, he flexed harder. Veins popped all over his body. His eyes went bloodshot.
The arm wasnt content to just sit there and be challenged. It attacked. Brock felt fear cloud his senses, but he responded with his bravery muscle. Immense pressure surrounded his body. His every physical muscle twitched as it was pulled apart, their tenacity put to the test. Brock was in excruciating pain. He yelled, but by then, it was already over, and Brock remained whole.
After all, he followed a rigorous work-out routine that spanned his entire body. A good bro didnt leave weaknesses.
The arm redoubled its efforts. It transported Brock to a world of forests, where several highly-muscled brorillas were flexing their hardest. He was like a dwarf amongst giants. The brorillas finished flexing, then stared at him, waiting to see his performance.
Brock felt the judgment in their gazes. He was smallsmaller than all of them. His muscles, though strong, werent as impressive. It was like being in his pack all over again.
His bottom lip began to quiver. His arms flopped to the sides. He was too weak to be here. He did not belong. They would mock and cast him out, like Father had done.
The brorillas around Brock liquified, combining into one, large brorilla.
Father.
Harambe.
Brock shrunk before his fathers gaze. The large brorilla, the leader of the pack, stared him down, expecting something. But what? Brock had tried so hard, but he wasnt grown yet. He wasnt as big as the other brorillas. Perhaps he never would be.
Brock opened his mouth and almost made submissive monkey noises. Almost.
At the last moment, he held himself back. Why was Father doing this? He had already kicked Brock out. What more did he want? How could he expect Brock to be even stronger than he currently was? He was trying his very hardest!
A veil was lifted from Brocks eyes. Indeed, he had tried his hardest since leaving the pack. He had followed the teachings of the brorillas to work out and act as a bro would. He had dutifully followed his big bro, and though he made a few mistakes, he learned from them and never repeated them. Brock was doing everything he should.
What more did Father want?
Whatever it was, Brock couldnt give it. Father, the biggest of broswas wrong to stare. His brain muscles had made a mistake.
Brock shook from the realization.
The world blinked before his eyes. His fathers accusing stare melted along with the big brorilla himself, revealing the large arm again. It was a brorillas arm, obviously, just without fur and skin. And perfectly sculpted.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
He observed, then took charge. Every situation was borderline un-bro. He slowly but firmly grabbed the scenes and set them straight. Every single one of them. It was a piece of cake. The correct decisions came naturally to him, as if emanating from his heartas if hed swallowed the rulebook that all good bros had to follow.
He had learned about this rulebook. It was one of the brorillas most sacred entities, a fountain of knowledge that only the greatest of bros could master.
The legendary Bro Code.
Brock felt pride surge inside him. His knowledge and understanding were tested, but he prevailed every time. Before long, the thousand visions were all resolved, and Brock was back in his soul, but everything had changed.
The large hand waited quietly by the corner. It wasnt hovering in space anymore; it was now firmly planted into his soul walls, spreading its muscles around his soul and making it stronger. Brock could feel the change. Everything about him was stronger now. Every muscle, both physical and mental, was enhanced like hed been working out for ten hours straight.
But that wasnt the biggest change. His soul was no longer a dark void. It was now lit with clear, bright light, and on its brown walls were lines and shapes. They werent letters of any language. They were representations of the unspoken rules that made up the worlds greatest book of conduct: the Bro Code.
And Brock could read them.
The Bro Code had become one with his soul, fused perfectly. No; perhaps that wasnt its real name now. It was the Very Big Thought of Brohood. Through contesting the large armthe Big Thought of MusclesBrock had directly conceived and perfectly merged with his soul the Very Big Thought of Brohood. In the same fell swoop, he had also fused the Big Thought of Muscles into his soul, too.
Brock allowed himself a moment of unrestrained pride and elation; he could sense that what he had achieved was monumental.
He opened his eyes in the real world, shocked by the changes in his body. He had just become inconceivably stronger. The Big Thoughts were part of him now, flooding his every nook and cranny, enhancing him way beyond what was physically possible.
Only the Staff of Stone in his hand remained perfectly weighted. A confusing matter, but Brock couldnt bring himself to care. He was just so happy. He was no longer weak!
The brown corridors now seemed inviting. He dashed through them, restless to meet an adversary and test his might. It didnt take long; only three corridors down was a blue crab, pinching tiny stone outcroppings off the walls and eating them.
Brock skidded to a halt, staring down the crab. The crab watched him attentively; it hesitated between attacking or running. Brock smirked and hooked his finger at it, inviting it forward. He had already decided that this crab bro would be his sparring partner.
The crab made up its mind. It attacked.
A few moments ago, just this charge would be at the limits of Brocks perception. Now, it seemed almost slow. He didnt even need his Staff.
Brock let the weapon fall, electing to meet this bro in bare-armed combat. He leaned away from a pincer, letting it clip his rib fur, then smashed a fist into the crabs face. The crustacean flew back, landed feet-first into a wall, and jumped at him again.
Brock growled. Punching was his big bros area of expertise, but Brock wanted to walk a path of his own, lest he end up trapped in Big Bros shadow. So, what should he do?
He jumped over the crab, which barely reached his waist. The pincers closed around empty air. Brock planted his palm on the crabs head, following its rotation to land behind it. Before the crab could understand what was happening, Brock had wrapped his hands around its body from behind and raised it above his head, leaning back and planting its head into the floor with all the power he could muster.
The stone floor shook. The crab made a pained sound, its shell slightly cracked from the impact.
Brocks face was split by a massive grin. He couldnt wait to show Big Bro how strong hed gotten.
He jumped upright, ready to go another round, but the little crab had had enough. Deciding that Brock was more than it could handle, it turned sideways and sprinted away.
Brock let it. After all, it wouldnt do for him to bully this little bro.
Then again, what other fate awaited this crab? It would keep on eating stone until one of the bone monstersthe monsters that Brock knew how to avoiddevoured it. That was no life for Brocks sparring partner.
That was no life for anyone, actually. Someone had to step up for the crabs.
With a few quick steps, Brock caught up to the little crab and stopped it. It didnt fight back; it seemed almost resigned to its fate by now.
Brock shook his head. We have a lot of work to do, little bro. But dont worry. Big Bro Brock is here!
Chapter 186: Brock's BreakthroughBrock felt like his eyes were open for the first time. He saw his soul. It was beautiful.His inner world was a gaping nothingness peppered with floating leaves. It felt crampy and impossibly expansive at the same time, like space had lost all meaning.Brock floated in the middle of this world, gawking at the leaves surrounding him.Bro he muttered.Right in front of him hovered the Big Thought. It was a flexed bicep, an arm that extended from the shoulder down and must have been working out for decades. The skin was missing, allowing Brock to observe its clean musculature. Every muscle was impeccably defined, bringing a sense of awe that he had never felt before.Not even Father had such muscles. Not even Big Bro.He felt an urge to bow to this flexed arm. To show his belly, declaring subservience. But, at the same time, something held him back. This was his soul. This arm was his Big Thought. Why would he submit to something that was his?That would be very un-bro-like.Squaring his jaw, Brock adopted a bodybuilder stance, showing off all of his gruesomely worked-out muscles. He brought his arms above his head and flexed them. He then clasped his palms behind his back, also flexing. He was challenging the big arm for dominance.The big arm accepted the challenge. It flexed harderand, in an instant, Brocks entire world was covered in muscles. In power. He released a monkey cry as muscles drowned his world, and out of instinct, he flexed harder. Veins popped all over his body. His eyes went bloodshot.The arm wasnt content to just sit there and be challenged. It attacked. Brock felt fear cloud his senses, but he responded with his bravery muscle. Immense pressure surrounded his body. His every physical muscle twitched as it was pulled apart, their tenacity put to the test. Brock was in excruciating pain. He yelled, but by then, it was already over, and Brock remained whole.After all, he followed a rigorous work-out routine that spanned his entire body. A good bro didnt leave weaknesses.The arm redoubled its efforts. It transported Brock to a world of forests, where several highly-muscled brorillas were flexing their hardest. He was like a dwarf amongst giants. The brorillas finished flexing, then stared at him, waiting to see his performance.Brock felt the judgment in their gazes. He was smallsmaller than all of them. His muscles, though strong, werent as impressive. It was like being in his pack all over again.His bottom lip began to quiver. His arms flopped to the sides. He was too weak to be here. He did not belong. They would mock and cast him out, like Father had done.The brorillas around Brock liquified, combining into one, large brorilla.Father.Harambe.Brock shrunk before his fathers gaze. The large brorilla, the leader of the pack, stared him down, expecting something. But what? Brock had tried so hard, but he wasnt grown yet. He wasnt as big as the other brorillas. Perhaps he never would be.Brock opened his mouth and almost made submissive monkey noises. Almost.At the last moment, he held himself back. Why was Father doing this? He had already kicked Brock out. What more did he want? How could he expect Brock to be even stronger than he currently was? He was trying his very hardest!A veil was lifted from Brocks eyes. Indeed, he had tried his hardest since leaving the pack. He had followed the teachings of the brorillas to work out and act as a bro would. He had dutifully followed his big bro, and though he made a few mistakes, he learned from them and never repeated them. Brock was doing everything he should.What more did Father want?Whatever it was, Brock couldnt give it. Father, the biggest of broswas wrong to stare. His brain muscles had made a mistake.Brock shook from the realization.The world blinked before his eyes. His fathers accusing stare melted along with the big brorilla himself, revealing the large arm again. It was a brorillas arm, obviously, just without fur and skin. And perfectly sculpted.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Nvl--B1n.He observed, then took charge. Every situation was borderline un-bro. He slowly but firmly grabbed the scenes and set them straight. Every single one of them. It was a piece of cake. The correct decisions came naturally to him, as if emanating from his heartas if hed swallowed the rulebook that all good bros had to follow.He had learned about this rulebook. It was one of the brorillas most sacred entities, a fountain of knowledge that only the greatest of bros could master.The legendary Bro Code.Brock felt pride surge inside him. His knowledge and understanding were tested, but he prevailed every time. Before long, the thousand visions were all resolved, and Brock was back in his soul, but everything had changed.The large hand waited quietly by the corner. It wasnt hovering in space anymore; it was now firmly planted into his soul walls, spreading its muscles around his soul and making it stronger. Brock could feel the change. Everything about him was stronger now. Every muscle, both physical and mental, was enhanced like hed been working out for ten hours straight.But that wasnt the biggest change. His soul was no longer a dark void. It was now lit with clear, bright light, and on its brown walls were lines and shapes. They werent letters of any language. They were representations of the unspoken rules that made up the worlds greatest book of conduct: the Bro Code.And Brock could read them.The Bro Code had become one with his soul, fused perfectly. No; perhaps that wasnt its real name now. It was the Very Big Thought of Brohood. Through contesting the large armthe Big Thought of MusclesBrock had directly conceived and perfectly merged with his soul the Very Big Thought of Brohood. In the same fell swoop, he had also fused the Big Thought of Muscles into his soul, too.Brock allowed himself a moment of unrestrained pride and elation; he could sense that what he had achieved was monumental.He opened his eyes in the real world, shocked by the changes in his body. He had just become inconceivably stronger. The Big Thoughts were part of him now, flooding his every nook and cranny, enhancing him way beyond what was physically possible.Only the Staff of Stone in his hand remained perfectly weighted. A confusing matter, but Brock couldnt bring himself to care. He was just so happy. He was no longer weak!The brown corridors now seemed inviting. He dashed through them, restless to meet an adversary and test his might. It didnt take long; only three corridors down was a blue crab, pinching tiny stone outcroppings off the walls and eating them.Brock skidded to a halt, staring down the crab. The crab watched him attentively; it hesitated between attacking or running. Brock smirked and hooked his finger at it, inviting it forward. He had already decided that this crab bro would be his sparring partner.The crab made up its mind. It attacked.A few moments ago, just this charge would be at the limits of Brocks perception. Now, it seemed almost slow. He didnt even need his Staff.Brock let the weapon fall, electing to meet this bro in bare-armed combat. He leaned away from a pincer, letting it clip his rib fur, then smashed a fist into the crabs face. The crustacean flew back, landed feet-first into a wall, and jumped at him again.Brock growled. Punching was his big bros area of expertise, but Brock wanted to walk a path of his own, lest he end up trapped in Big Bros shadow. So, what should he do?He jumped over the crab, which barely reached his waist. The pincers closed around empty air. Brock planted his palm on the crabs head, following its rotation to land behind it. Before the crab could understand what was happening, Brock had wrapped his hands around its body from behind and raised it above his head, leaning back and planting its head into the floor with all the power he could muster.The stone floor shook. The crab made a pained sound, its shell slightly cracked from the impact.Brocks face was split by a massive grin. He couldnt wait to show Big Bro how strong hed gotten.He jumped upright, ready to go another round, but the little crab had had enough. Deciding that Brock was more than it could handle, it turned sideways and sprinted away.Brock let it. After all, it wouldnt do for him to bully this little bro.Then again, what other fate awaited this crab? It would keep on eating stone until one of the bone monstersthe monsters that Brock knew how to avoiddevoured it. That was no life for Brocks sparring partner.That was no life for anyone, actually. Someone had to step up for the crabs.With a few quick steps, Brock caught up to the little crab and stopped it. It didnt fight back; it seemed almost resigned to its fate by now.Brock shook his head. We have a lot of work to do, little bro. But dont worry. Big Bro Brock is here!
