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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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Zero was covered with Phoenix flame all over his body. His aura, infused with his power, made him faster; it looked like he was disappearing in sight with his afterimage still in front of you. My eyes filled with amazement at how far Zero had come. I was so baffled by this that I stared at him for too long. “Phew! Are you okay, Seraphim?” Zero looks at Seraphim with a distressed look. “Y-yeah! I’m alright!” I replied. Thankfully, I was able to master this. Thanks to Ralph.” “Don’t mind me!” Ralph shouted while still fighting the hand in the sky. Zero helped me stand up. His hand was shaking when I grabbed it. His body, which was soaked with the black blood of the creatures, was burning with the flames covering him. As I finished healing him, I asked him if he was okay. “Are you sure you’re fine? You’re still shaking even though I healed your wounds.” “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little bit tired, I guess.” His body was still shaking. “Do you want to rest first? I mean, I think we co
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 40: I Am The Narrator/ The World Beyond Worlds
I don’t have a function. My voice is a way of conveying a particular thought to help one specific person. I have created it merely to wake him up and tell his stories—an endless story of happiness. I don’t have a lot of powers, but I can alter the story in my way. I’m not the writer, as the book of the world is not in my hands. I’m nothing but a useless preo-recreation et merci… There are multiple I’s in the Book of the Worlds verses. I am designated to help the most important person with the role of altering the world. I will continue my job even if you hold them in this chapter. “You don’t have a choice nor the body even to retaliate the will that your master had given to you. The world had already stopped when I flicked my fingers earlier. Just continue acting the given role to you and narrate what will happen to the characters that your master had written.” I said as the God that holds the book. Even if you had forced yourself into this particular chapter, you still can’t touch
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 41: "I am really confused. Why is my fate already dictated?"
Have you learned to ponder the life of the unknown, trapped inside without anyone to call on? Did you ever wonder why you can’t escape that world? “No?” That’s because the role assigned to you is a way to change the entire storyline of yourselves. A multiple creation of life with immense power, and they devolve you as the sacrifice to become a God that controls the world's fate. “But… I don’t even think I’m strong enough. I had only learned how to express my emotions, and you’re telling me I’m supposed to be a sacrifice?” Yes. That’s your role; wasn’t it given to you between the book you read last time? - The book with a 999 volume! That one is your many characters that might have already died with a happy ending in some parts but still lost to God. They succeeded in altering some aspects of their fate: the imminent death, the unyielding sadness of being alone. All of it is part of you. “A part of me that I don't even remember… " -It's okay. Wasn't the purpose of going into thi
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 42 : "The world is being re-written. I can't stop it."
“Mori…” “Mori…” {Ngh…} [A muffled voice keeps on calling Mori.] “Are you sure… he’s awake now…?” The voice of a girl is speaking. “Yes, I’m sure.” The voice of a woman is speaking. “You should wait, Mirai… Maybe he was just tired… after all, it’s been a long time since his mind re-entered his body, isn’t that right…? Seraphim….” The voice of a boy is talking. {Ngh… I doze off… Are they talking near me… My head really hurts…} “Maybe I should pinch his thighs…” {What… about my thighs-} “... ouch…” Mori partially woke up. His eyes are still dry from the long sleep. “Oh, hey… You’re awake now.” Mirai’s hand is still pinching Mori’s thighs. Mori was looking at Mirai with his groggy eyes and drooling mouth. “Ngh… that hurts… Mirai…” “Ah! So-sorry. I forgot to remove it…” Mirai removed her hands. Everyone is looking at Mori. They were excited to see him, but Mirai was hesitant to smile as she was worried that Mori wouldn’t wake up. As Mori tried to open his eyes fully, he parti
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 43 : "The book has been altered. What can I even do about it...
{I-It’s so wonderful that you’re here.} ‘Sniffle.’ The exultation of hearing the voice of the one who stayed with him the longest made his heart sigh out of relief within the flowing tears in his eyes, covering them with his hand. The obturate feeling in his throat dissipated along with the fear of traversing the world alone. - Sorry. I don’t know what happened, but I suddenly fell asleep, which is not supposed to happen. {Say… What’s happening in this world? It suddenly changed the minute I finished washing up.} - I don’t know, but we can start looking since sulking won't do much for you. Haven’t you already cried a lot of times? {B-but I can’t contain it. I’m not that kind of strong.} - You should have learned something or two from the lesson between Seraphim. You should stop wasting your energy by crying. {I–I’ll try…} ~sniffle. Mori walks to the washroom, places a basin into the running water, and places his head into it. {I’ll just remove the marks of crying in my eyelids
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