« Congratulations on achieving the third tier of a Numen Power. Oneiromancy Code set complete! »The cyan text continued to stream across his retina, but he had little interest in it. It was soulless now, in painful contrast to how things were when she inhabited it. Still, with the code complete, he intuitively knew the name he jokingly chose as a child had now come true. He was indeed Morpheus, God of Dreams, an omnipotent being in the imaginary worlds. The third power was tremendously powerful, and a little scary. He could absorb dreams, and in doing so pull other people into his own realm where he was all-powerful. On a whim, he could simulate entire lifetimes worth of scenarios, learning one’s deepest secrets or even going a step more nefarious to brainwash them.The subconscious mind was unprotected to him. On a layer even deeper than hypnosis, he could subtly manipulate people and change their behavior. Unlike the acid state-sponsored brainwashing schemes, however, his contro
‘This is rigged,’ Murphy seethed with rage, leaving a faint heat imprint on the chair he was in.The preliminary hearings were going very poorly, and it seemed like the arbitrators were busier deciding lunch than his case. He knew he had a solid case, but it would be difficult to make it if they didn’t even pretend to pay attention.With his enhanced senses, it ticked off every instinct that things weren’t as they appeared, and he suspected foul play. What angered him even more was that he couldn’t say anything about it, and could only pretend along.Once the hour was up, the men stood up and agreed to reconvene 10 days later for the formal arbitration. They gathered the presented documents nonchalantly, and it became clear they thought the trial had a foregone conclusion.Murphy didn’t expect for one second they would actually entertain the plan he presented, so he had to alter his plan.When he returned to the hotel, the staff informed him he had a package delivered. His requested e
As early as 5 AM, Murphy departed his hotel in the darkness of night. The court session was due at 10:00, so he had ample time to attend even if he left at 9:30, but there was one obstacle he had to get rid of beforehand.Dressed like a common jogger, Murphy bypassed a small park and entered a residential building. He lowered his face behind a hoodie, ensuring none of the cameras could get a clear angle of him as he slipped through. Inserting the code he received in advance, he ascended up the elevator, all the way to the roof. There, a cache laid hidden in a janitor’s room, who conveniently called in sick for the day. Retrieving the hidden key, Murphy went in and changed his clothes, then lounged on a bucket and waited for his prey to arrive. By now, his plan should be perfect.As expected, at roughly 7 AM, three homely girls arrived in a taxi. The man at the gates readily let them into the complex, and even offered to help with the luggage. They naturally denied his aid, seeing a
The torture didn’t last as long as Murphy imagined it would. At some point, he found himself repulsed by her screams. Her begging and hoarse pleas did nothing to alleviate his anger, so he silenced them.He thought he would force her to endure a thousand days of hell, but he was not cut out for this cruelty in the end. ‘Forget it,’ he sighed, dispelling the dream. Back in the real world, he woke up and gave the woman a look. She regained her consciousness too, but it was clear from her frothing mouth that she wasn’t long for the world. The brief hours she spent in that hell had surely ruined her mind, because her stare was blank, gaze empty.There was no more pleading to be seen in those spiteful eyes, only a desire for death, just as he promised.Murphy wouldn’t oblige, and merely stepped over her body and descended the ladder, leaving her out in the sun, knowing she had never felt colder. Only death would accompany her now.With the spotter falling to her death, he was sure the po
Were it still last week, they could have shut down the motion to present new evidence. Now, however, they had to deal with it entirely unprepared.By the time the QiE-Novel lawyer thought to protest, Murphy was already done spreading copies to the panel of arbitrators. Even the media received electronic copies of the same document, written in both Mandarin and English. It was too late to silence him, and he gracefully explained the novelist’s plight. Making use of the spotlight, he made sure everyone knew just how draconian the company was. Clause by clause, he broke down their practices that were borderline illegal everywhere else in the world. It wasn’t hard, either. After all, everything was in the contract.“In conclusion, QiE-Novel works on a set of predatory rules. They offer zero transparency on how they spend collected money, the costs of which are shared by the plaintiff. As of this moment, QiE-Novel can liberally spend 10,000 ED and claim it’s for promotion, and the author
Having met one of Dracula’s Brides, Murphy was no stranger to beautiful women. Even so, he could subjectively say this one was in a class of her own. Had his heart not belonged to Ellie, he would no doubt be entranced by this vixen.“I take it you are the peace offering?” “Pardon?” she blanked, taking her a while to respond to his directness. Recovering with a smile and a fake blush, the woman nodded and tried to get back on track, “You have keen eyes, Mr. Murphy.”“Keener than you lot know.” Squinting his eyes, he bored his eyes into her and she could almost feel his heated gaze on her skin. It wasn’t the lustful type she was used to, however, but one of palpable hatred for her very existence. “I’m just the messenger,” she rushed to put a slender briefcase on the table, sweating nervously as she did, “I’m only here to make—““Is it worth it?” Murphy interrupted, “Are you satisfied with being their sacrificial dove?”“I just do as I’m paid,” she shied away from his gaze, “I can lea
That same night, Eleanor and Murphy drove to exchange their marital vows. Their wedding was neither acclaimed by the state nor by any church. Instead, they were wed under watchful eye of the dragon who wove their fates together. On that tall bridge, where once upon a time he recited his woes to the moon, now he shared his joy. ‘Look, moon! Awaken, dragon!’ he rejoiced in his mind, never to this day quite sure if the dragon existed to begin with, ‘I’m getting married, and I am happy. I have not squandered the second chance you gave me.’ “Surely you’re not thinking of jumping off again?” Ellie laughed, tearing his attention away from the abyss below them. “No,” he shook his head in denial and smiled, “I was just thinking how surreal life is. I went through the pit of despair, but I find myself only grateful, because it let me get to know you.” “The time of sacrifices has come to an end,” she said hopefully, taking his hands in her own. Then, they ignored the moon above and the dra
The pilot woke them as the helicopter reached the Black Sea and was ready to touch down. It was still the twilight hours, but the bright lights below allowed them to easily get their bearing. “Is that what I think it is?” Ellie stifled a yawn, her grogginess gone the moment she set her eyes on the landing pad. “Wouldn’t feel right to take your hand without an appropriate dowry,” Murphy grinned, pecking her on the cheek, “It’s my duty to make your dreams come true.”Below them, a massive yacht floated silently on its own. The ship’s name shone radiantly even in the dark, reading “Elend” after its rightful owner. On the rear deck, a few people welcomed their arrival on the helipad.“Congratulations,” they spoke in trained unison, before the head butler reported, “We’ve made all the arrangements and will depart now. Enjoy your weekend.”Then, they boarded the helicopter and left. When the rotors faded away, Murphy and Eleanor found themselves alone on the boat.“Do you know how to sail