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Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 31 : S3raphim's World : (part 10)
Branch Memory - 01/ Reconstruction/ Reformist/ … 03 The eyes of a God are said to be the likelihood of the one that oversees our world. The God that we revered once, where our ancestors found an Angel, is more likely to be a counterpart that became self-aware of its surroundings and was able to alter its aggressive attitude when it found happiness residing in the Alps within the caring and loving animals that surrounded him when it started gaining awareness. The Angel was the malevolent God's counterpart for the world that lacked magic. Its purpose of dying was to spread the pores to the creatures that lack the ability to create their own magic. Thus, creating a different mind appeared as the magic has its own will. The Malevolent God was pleased with the action that the humans in this world were able to kill the doppelganger and spread its pores around the world, altering the course of life of two souls that were once one. Its life was not supposed to meet with the other.
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? C̸h̷a̵p̴t̸e̸r̴ 32 : S̷eraphim's World : (part 11)
[The eyes of God are looking through the entrance.] [A magic circle has been activated.] In the cage of wind that Seraphim had created, a vortex of blood had appeared outside them, submerging them with it. The cell winds that Seraphim had created were acting as a shield for them. The voices of the damned were screaming through the cell, banging and crying to let them enter. Zero witnessed it while lying in the middle of the magic circle. Seraphim reassured him by placing her hand in his hand, holding it tightly as she continued the assimilation process of creating a synthetic magic will with an unknown spell. Using the blood-drawn magic circle and the nature of the magic on the island, Seraphim utilizes all the power to create a much more potent synthetic will. The original synthetic will was created only with a usual magic circle with the power of the creator and the heart of the corrupted choice of the person. Using this method, Seraphim can create a much more advanced synthetic
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? C̸h̷a̵p̴t̸e̸r̴ 33 : S̷eraphim's World : (part 12)
'Swoosh!' ‘Clang!’ ‘Clang! “Haa… Haa… Haa…” The mass of flesh was out of breath between the monster that constantly warps between places as it continuously attacked. The taste of temptation beneath the undying pain as the souls screamed within the torn-out pieces of flesh that act as the combined souls' bodies. 'Swoosh!' 'Click… Boom!' Repeated steps of the light that constantly swaps out of places. The Gryphon protected itself within the darkish aura it emitted between the many tentacles it created. The constant crackling of the tentacles hitting each other made an electric forefield enveloping its entire body. 'Groan!' "Thou art I, a mere mortal, to eat the forbidden fruit of life inside another. Haa… Haa…” The monster was emitting a dark air around itself, pulverizing anything near it. Its body was like a lycanthrope, but its face was like a lamprey. It cannot fully speak and can only create noises. "GIAEKK!!!" The Gryphon looks at an obscure monster resembling a hybrid of
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? C̸h̷a̵p̴t̸e̸r̴ 34 : S̷eraphim's World : (part 13)
"Momento, replerium." The words that scream beyond the hollowed eyes of death. A blind knowledge ends up being a dead end to a world beyond saving. Power is nothing within fate that binds the natural course of existence in the world. "Sepellium, e anima corpus Christi." The body of God that was once a human was indicated in the codex of the one that holds fate. I saw it; I touched it, and it burned me until all of me became the ashes that flew with the breeze of the world. To the repeated sighs I cast when I was created in the depths of hell. It was one hell of a pain that I will never experience again. Where are my masters? Why didn't they help? Why do they need to create me even though they are much more vital? Was I only just something to be played upon, like a mini-boss character of a game they once played? I don't know anymore… …… [The crickets created a rhythmic sound into the night sky.] "Ughh…." My head hurts… What happened anyway…? Zero had woken up. His head hurts w
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 35 : Seraphim's World : (part 14)
The voice of death echoes through you. * …… “Haa… is it time…” A soft gurgled voice echoed through my soul when I entered the dark room that was hidden behind the iron door that has now broken, frozen solid with Seraphim’s magic. I felt a chill in me as I heard a soft voice of a little boy coming out in a dark room. ‘Clang.’ [The sound of a chain being thrown by an unknown force.] Seraphim condensed the ball of flame into a small one. She pointed her index finger to where the sound was coming from so that the ball of light could move to the direction where she pointed. Slowly, the darkness that envelops the room where the truth was hidden gleamed between the corners of the room. The smell was as inviting between the bones and decayed flesh that continued to restore itself like time continued to play within the corners of the room. ‘Clank… Clank…’ [An unknown force continued to rattle the chains.] Little by little, the sound of the chains are getting louder and louder as they
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 36 : Seraphim's World : (part 15)
“How’d you know my name?” Seraphim was thunderstruck by the sudden calling of her name even though she didn’t introduce herself. “Of course… I already knew what would happen… since I touched the book…” the boy snickered. “What is the book of the world?!” “The book of the world… is a reference… a manual… a book… a codex of the Gods, or rather a one that is in the making of becoming a new God. Every… paths… every action… every insignificant miserable way of living the author took were all written in the codex of the world…” The boy created a projection again between the small lights he had created earlier. “The codex… is somewhat a powerful tool that can predict the future from the real world and this world… The book… indicated that our world was merely just part of many volumes that were written by its holder and… ‘cough! cough!’ continuously being written…” “If this world is just part of a volume that the author had written. Then how did you manage to touch the codex in the first
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? C̸h̷a̵p̴t̸e̸r̴ 37 : S̷eraphim's World : (part 16)
La… la~la, la~la… The time is drawing near… The trumpeters are preparing themselves. One blow, two blows, a long blow of air into the hole of a trumpet. “Brr… brrr. Brrrr…~” The sound of the bell rings into the bright blue sky that was depicted in the book, but for me. It’s nothing but a pale and an ugly color.. The piano, of the one I love. The violin that I used to hate. ‘Whistling~’ Haa… Can I still save her even after all these years? After all this century? After all this… Millennium of guilt? I guess I’ll continue playing the role that I had craved. [A beeping sound that beeps in a 5 second interval.] …… 7 years later… Things are going well. Everything is in a state of euphoric happiness. Life is blooming in the world that they built together within the four corners of the home that were once a lonely place, but right now. Everything is together with a happy face into the starry night. A lot has happened in the last five years. Wars have stopped with the peace treaty b
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I looked at Zero with my eyes begging to go back in time, as he could do it at his own will. My body was hurt from the sudden fall, and my head is dizzy, but I was still able to look at Zero and use his powers. Zero, who’s still defending himself with his other self, was still struggling. His sword was cracking little by little. Bits of iron were being disintegrated into the dark aura of his other self. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Continuously laughing at Zero while he struggles to defend himself. ‘Crack!’ 'Gzzzzzzt! ’ Zero then did something with his sword. He enchanted it with time so the friction would create a sound and pressured air that would blow the other soul away. The sparks between the forte of Zero’s sword and the thrust of the claws coated with a dark aura created small sounds that could be used to create a small wave of pressurized air. ‘Brrrrrr….’ ‘Hisssssssssss…..’ ‘Crack!’ 'Crack! ’ I tried to move myself so I could help Zero create the attack that he had prepared. I h
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