(Veronica’s POV)Who was he?Jeremy Walker.What exactly was so special about him?He was just a monster in human skin!So why the hell was everyone raving about his capabilities like it was a good thing?I became a cadet in the academy for one reason alone; to slay monsters.It had been my driving purpose ever since I watched my father’s body return from the battlefield.He had died while worshipping the 12 Great families and yet ended up dead at the hands of the monsters.I swore to avenge him.I swore to murder every single monster I came across.So how do you think I’d feel when a monster was allowed to walk around the academy with it’s head raised high and it’s safety assured.What’s more it was so popular, even the Great families had their eyes on it.Disgusting!Couldn’t they see that it was a monster.Why else would it be able to communicate with the Otherworldly?I couldn’t stand it.Before I could only watch from the distance, bidding time until I had a chance to take him do

Insurmountable.That was the only word that came to mind as I stared at the wall encompassing the fields we found ourselves in.It was impossible to see the top and even harder to make a dent on it.I couldn’t help but wonder if it represented an obstacle.The Otherworldly to be exact.After all, they were the insurmountable wall that humanity had faced for a hundred years with no signs of winning.Quite pathetic…. Wait, why am I acting so philosophical all of a sudden?Ugh, enough with that.I guess I got lost in thought.I glanced at the two individuals speaking not too far away.One was Richard and the other, a blue haired petite female with a Loli demeanor.If I wasn’t any wiser, I would have considered her underage judging from her… ahem, never mind.In any case, it hadn’t been long since she arrived.Apparently, she’s also a Stigma Bearer, what’s more, she is also from another Great family, albeit with a lower status than Richard who happened to be a potential successor of the S

“It’s simple actually if you only settle down to think about it.” Richard started off with a little eloquence to set the mood.This fucking bastard really considered us his students and him the teacher!Even though I knew it would be difficult to successfully hit him, I sincerely can’t deny the fact that I wanted to do so.Alas, I suppressed the urge and revealed a neutral expression while staring at him as he continued on with his nonsense.“The Dreamer indeed creates Nightmares that can be escaped as long as certain goals are fulfilled but that’s only when it’s restricted and restrained by the seal. The Dreamer doesn’t create Nightmares because it wants to test us, bottom line is, it wants to devour our souls.“My guardian told me stories about the Otherworldly and when I was about to enter the academy, he specifically gave me information on the Dreamer.“An A-grade Otherworldly like the Dreamer is incapable of completely sealing the minds of humans. No-one knows why and it’s imposs

The concept I used to create the sword was a simple one.We were ultimately in a dream world created by the Dreamer.No matter how much the A-grade Otherworldly tried, it’s Nightmares would never be able to be reality.It was already easy to make out considering what part of the body it feasted on.The human mind.Not souls or flesh and blood, no, the Dreamer was a mental creature so obviously when it came down to it’s choice meals, it would be the capacity of a human to think.The moment that is gone, it wouldn’t be difficult for the person’s body to be devoured, either by their own bodies or by other monsters.It was one or the other.In any case, my point is that, in this Nightmare, my mind is as active as can be… in fact I can say it’s hyperactive which is most likely the reason I get derailed by my thoughts so much.I found it difficult to adjust to the speed at which I was thinking.The moment I realized that, I came up with a crazy idea.My imagination has always been somewhat

(Lincoln’s POV)It was terrifying.I couldn’t believe I was the one that did it but it was.As I watched the others try to take down the monster, I couldn’t help but shiver from where I stood.But even then, something pushed me forward.I didn’t just want to stand there and watch the others work hard.I need to be useful.If not for anything, then for Mom and Jay.I need to take care of them and dying here… I’d never be able to do that.So I took a step forward and tried to imagine a weapon but even though I understood the concept Jerry used to create his sword and was quick to outline mine, my mental state wasn’t strong enough to keep the image.I wasn’t surprised though.I’m not a warrior by any means.Best I can do is support which was why I had enrolled into the Scout classes.For context, there are three main types of Explorers.Offensive, Defensive and Support.Support type Explorers were medics, repairmen, scouts and coolies.I chose scout because it was what I felt I was best