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At World's End Entry 64
A farm?Actually the thought had come to mind but I had brushed it off.Why?Simply because it was too terrifying to consider.Stuck in a lucid state, allowed to enjoy the rays of the sun, the chill of the moon and the beauty of nature.Eating, sleeping and drinking.The environment was too good to be true.Exactly, too good… especially for an Otherworldly like the Dreamer.Which meant Lincoln’s thoughts weren’t wrong.Just how terrifying would it be to know that with each meal we have, the water we drink and everything else we enjoy is in other to fatten us up before the Dreamer would come and devour us one at a time.I instinctively shuddered at the sight.How would it work?Maybe it would create a hole in the sky and pick us up like flies before devouring us or would it use some convoluted means to eat us up one at a time.No, I can’t think about that.The images that came to mind as a result of my over imaginative self were too vivid to continuously imagine.I’d rather ignore it t
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“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
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It made a crunching sound as it picked up a cadet and but down on him without mercy.It’s overly exaggerated mouth which had opened wide enough to fit a human sized meal closed over the poor cadet’s head and closed without leaving a gap to breath.Due to how dark it was, I could barely see anything but it was difficult to not make out the rows of teeth underneath the mouth as it crushed the cadet.Looking at the monster up close, it was a terrifying sight.Dark skin that looked like tar and white patches for eyes, the creature stood on two legs and it’s body could be compared to a muscular male, albeit taller.It's hands were large enough to pick up the cadets with ease and it’s fingers sharp enough to puncture a hole in a person if it wanted to.I couldn’t help but gulp as I watched blood spray everywhere.It caused even more cadets to scream, terrified and shocked by the blatant disregard the black creature had for us.Did it really see us as animals waiting to be slaughtered?What
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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
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Watching the tar monster reduce by more than half it’s original size came as a welcome relief to everyone present.After everything, we managed to damage the monster.Imagine doing so much, only to watch the monster regenerate like our attacks were useless?I can’t even begin to imagine the wide spread panic that would occur as a result.But then again, even though I’m glad that our efforts were not in vain, I couldn’t help but still feel tense as the tar monster congregated again until it was roughly the size of an emaciated average human male.It was no longer as scary looking as when I first arrived but that didn’t mean it was completely harmless.On the contrary, it looked quite angry.The white patches on its face that substituted for it’s eyes constricted as it glared at us.If it intended to attack, there wouldn’t be a way for us to retaliate.After all, using our imagination is not as easy as it sounds.I already felt drained just by manifesting the sword and swinging it once.
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(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
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I guess he thought it would be a case where it was natural for him to take the first watch.I hadn’t really thought about it before but looking back now, Reginald always tried to act as the shield of the group.Even when he was also exhausted, he always took the role of a tank, helping the others recover while his condition got worse.It made me curious to learn more about him.We had spent sometime together but both he and Lincoln were still blank sheets.Apart from what they showed in the academy, I had no idea about their backgrounds.So I had to wonder if Reginald’s protective actions was as a result of his background or it was just something he developed at the academy.Thinking about it, I guess the reason should be leaning towards the former.Even Lincoln… he clearly also has his own secrets.If we manage to survive this Nightmare… maybe I’d ask them.Glancing over at Reginald, he seemed to notice my gaze as he turned and met it with a smile.“You should get some rest.”“Mn. Th
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The same wall we had all considered unbreakable currently had a crevice the size of a giant in the area we were standing in.From the ground, it rose all the way up, revealing a path that no-one had seen before now.The wind draft we felt was coming from this gap and even though it had an inviting vibe, like as though asking us to enter, we dared not do so.It was a unilateral agreement the moment we saw the crevice.Why you might ask?Well, it was simple actually.A chill ran up my spine the moment I saw the gap and the longer I stared at it, the more I realized that it wasn’t my imagination.Whatever was beyond this dark crevice was so dangerous that the danger had materialized into a cold chill that permeated our skin and kept us rooted in place.It was terrifying, especially when we saw the fog casually enveloping the area beyond the crevice.Now it wasn’t as thick as I recalled it was during the last trial I experienced but one thing I do know was that it was no less dangerous.I