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Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 65: The Void Where This World Reside: (part 2)
The goodbyes foretell the situation that would happen in the future, within this time that has been stopped with infinity. The darkness surrounding every life creates a new branch for a precious tomorrow. “Goodbye.” Imagine Mirai’s goodbye with those gleaming eyes and a smile from the space apart from me. Waving her final goodbyes. What if tomorrow never comes? What if time never works on my way? Would it affect the fate that I will choose? Will it heal these hearts of ours for the duration of life? {I think it’s not quite right.} I thought. That goodbye to those who believe in a precious tomorrow. That goodbye, who thinks that the world should end tonight. Then, I should just do my way even if it would hurt me. I hope that figure is something good. ‘Shlaaa…’ A less visible light glints as I face the world I need to restore for it to move forward to tomorrow. For everyone to think of a brighter tomorrow with yesterday's regret. “Welcome to Aestheric Mundtro Wriold.” The
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 66: The Void Where This World Reside: (part 3)
I could hear the hourglass ticking, slow ticks with a 0.0001 interval in my perception. As this happens, I feel a sense of Déjà vu as we continue to fly forward into the enemy at a fast rate, like there was no danger in front of us. My thoughts and body tell me I've already experienced this scenario. I could hear that distorted wave in my ear as the monster launched an attack on us. We were still blinded by the crimson-colored light from the light the eye had created and the miasma altering our senses. With the help of the early enchantments, we can keep up even though it was too hard to see and move while covering our eyes with one hand and holding our weapon on the other. [Flame: Give me Eyes. Time: Accel.] With no seconds to waste, I cast my magic to give me the sight of my surroundings using my flames. I discarded the flame by creating small fragments of it and gave it my eye, enabling me to have a 360-degree view. I accelerated my thought process to properly work on the eyes I
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 67: The Void Where This World Reside: (part 4)
Time rushes forward for me as I sweep the world's darkness with the flames of life that flow within my aura. I painted the dark with my trail as I rushed forward to change the fate that it had spoken to. My aura was sparking brighter, removing the smell of the damned that lingered from within the extension of magic from that Monster. I cast a magic circle as I fly. I embedded my words with heavy gravitational pressure from the spell and to the tip of my sword. I trapped the monster by placing a magic circle from multiple sides to halt its evolution. [Sword of Milos: Gravitum/Fallen Down.] I thrust my sword as I approached the core to destroy its source of life. I embedded the tip of my blade with the same output of gravitational pressure that I’d cast. Within contact, it has the potential to shatter the core. That is what I thought… [Flames: Liar Lughma. (Flames of Retribution.)] As I got close to the core, I tightened my hands' grip on the handle of my sword and lit it aflame wi
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 68: The Void Where This World Reside: (part 6)
We watched him thrash around with joy while drool spewing from his mask. Its laugh was certainly scary that I couldn't help but tremble. We were all scared. We couldn't help but be afraid of the sight before us. The fear slowly eats us even if we are enchanted with a lion's heart spell. “Haa… Haaa….” Everyone was panting heavily. We couldn't keep our mouths closed. It felt like the air was being sucked out of us just by looking at the sight of the monstrosity. “Gyahahahahahahaha!!!!” Its laugh echoes, resonating through his broken hourglass, creating an after-effect that shakes the world for a little. The sphere was standing upright, floating behind him. The legs around the sphere were slowly rotating, creating a clanking sound. The fear was getting the best of us. His presence slowly corrupted our minds. Flure raises his hand and slowly puts up his magic. [Holy Pneumocentric: Gate of Heaven.] While casting it, Flure's aura was growing, creating a spark of thunder around the w
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 69: "This World Is Getting Weird.": (part 7)
As Luemn continued to spew out blood in his mouth and in his eyes, he cried out in pain from the volant light magic. “Gah! Puacch!” He was distraught from the unexpected attack that Flure and Mirai had made. It ran around trying to gather all of its blood that floated from this black, empty world. Louis was in shock from what just happened; his mouth was agape from the sudden attack that the two had made. From his point of view, the lance of light and the magical sword that pierced the Luemn's abdomen were far too close to him; one wrong movement and their spell would also create a hole in his chest or abdomen. “What was that…” Louis said. He was far away from us, but his voice echoed. “A surprise attack. Aren’t you glad?” Flure said. He was grinning, maybe because he had sustained tremendous damage on Luemn or because he had also exacted his revenge by creating a hole in its abdomen. “Aren’t we a badass!” Mirai said. She grabbed Flure’s hand and mine and raised it, clenching our
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 70: "Why Is He Here? It Feels Nostalgic To See Him, why is that?”
We ran. We ran as fast as possible to reach Luemn to use the spells we cast earlier. The same magic spells that we didn’t get to use much earlier. We reactivated those spells that can be useful, considering how much mana a single spell costs. A warcry reverberates as if the sound echoes through the concise point of the world. It was a weird mix of feelings as we yelled our battle cry in front of the enemy, preparing himself with multiple combinations of magic and coating its claws with the dark liquid that corroded Mirai’s magic. “Thou had taken many chances, over and over again, Mori. The mirage of the world I’ve given you within those visions wasn’t enough for you to falter. Goodbye to the worthless life you’ve made during these past few days..” Luemn said. As he speaks, he is still able to move so fast that he appears out of nowhere in each of us. [Hölle Sprẳchē: Eclipse.] There was an unsettling figure slowly being made on a black puddle like blood. It slowly raised mimicking
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 71: "This Was The World I Created For Him, And Yet You're All Using It For Yourselves!?"
“Heh.” The boy had a grim smile when I turned around. There was a hint of disgust and annoyance hidden behind his innocent smile. His eyes were as dark as a void filled with nothing but a hollow death as I stared directly. I tried to wipe off the tears on my eyes, but it continued to create anew. This sense of nostalgia is like I’ve seen one of my close friends. My chest continued to pound uncontrollably from the intense emotion that I was feeling. I’m trembling all over my body. My temperature continues to rise exponentially. Then suddenly, with that sense of relief, my mouth opened with a smile of satisfaction I had never experienced. “I guess your soul would never forget me even though your memories were long gone.” The boy changed his smile to a genuine one. Seeing him smile made my heart pound faster and faster. “You never really understand this kind of emotion, huh? You’re still the same even though I’ve met you countless times in different data.” A musical instrument reso
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 72: "Oh? This Is The End? Kinda Fast For Me. Would There Be Another One?"
“Now. What should I tell you? There’s a lot of things that I wanted to say, but I think it would take a hundred years to actually tell everything to you.” Linus looks so gleeful with a smile that would’ve taken aback every person. It feels like a trek to the path in front of him. I'm still vigilant, but not in a way where I’m wary. I'm still slightly uncomfortable, but it feels weirdly warm when I finally reach him. The identical void in his pupils has a sense of deceit and falsifies anything he says. But for some reason, I feel relatively calm and full of hope maybe because it was about me. It felt like I was walking on a putrid path in one straight line. Every step felt like a mile. Every step felt like I was descending to my own hell. “Ngh…” A cacophony of noise rings my head frantically. The noise inside my head was so unbearable that I had to stop on the track and lay my head again, using pressure from both hands to stop it. I smashed my head in the soil, which had stopped t
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