Capítulo 11: The Cafeteria and Errands
As Tyrel walked to the cafeteria, he learned he was 15 in this world.
'Huh. I guess that makes sense. I should probably tell the interviewer my aspect is my attribute of Necrotic Blood. It's a reasonable lie, so they think I have some strength so I won't draw suspicion.'
Tyrek entered the cafeteria, grabbed a tray, and filled it with sushi, chicken, and salad. He grabbed some orange juice, napkins, and utensils, too, before heading to a table.
'I probably should eat sushi at least once a day. I don't want to see my punishment for not following it.'
Tyrel sat at an empty table and quietly ate his meal. He pondered many things he could do and what classes he could choose. His gaze wandered, surveying the room.
'I should probably learn the basics of a bow and trade one of my dormant memories for a dormant bow. I could cover each makeshift arrow with my blood so that the bare minimum will do.'
Tyrel ate all the food, put the tray away, and left the cafeteria. He walked back to his room.
Once there, he unlocked and opened the door and entered inside. His eyes scanned his room before stopping on the bed.
'I guess I'll be leisurely with my schedule. I guess I probably should see how long I can go without eating raw meat before my flaw activates tomorrow. And I should try my Innate Ability and enter the world of the dead.'
Tyrel walked to and laid on his bed. His eyes closed as he entered his sea of soul.
The half-light and half-dark space surrounded him as the green core shone above him. He willed the Accursed Core to come to him, and it did.
Tyrel took a good look at the Tier-Seven Awakened Memory. It was a dim blue sphere.
He willed the runes to appear.
Memory: [Accursed Core.]
Memory Rank: Awakened.
Memory Type: Tool.
Memory Description: [This core is the source of the Accursed Wyrm's power.]
Memory Enchantments: [Sand Infestation], [Non-Newtonian], [Unshakable], [Earth To Essence Transmutation], [Sand Control].
[Sand Infestation] Enchantment Description:
"This Memory produces mass amounts of sand from all sides constantly. It will only stop when put into the soul sea."
[Non-Newtonian] Enchantment Description:
"Sand produced by this Memory is in a non-newtonian state or, in other words, quicksand."
[Unshakeable] Enchantment Description:
"The sand and Memory are immune to physical damage."
[Earth To Essence Transmutation] Enchantment Description: "The sand produced by this Memory will always eat the earth beneath it and turn it into essence for the user. The Memory user must control it to stop it from eating the ground."
[Sand Control] Enchantment Description:
"This Memory allows the user to control sand using Soul Essence. They can turn it solid, make it airborne, or compress it. The moment control ends, it returns to a non-Newtonian state. The more sand you control and the more complicated the action, the more soul essence is used. There is no limit to how much sand you can have. The Memory must be out to control the sand in any way other than making it disappear."
Tyrel's eyes widened. "This tool is priceless! But I need to be careful. I could get stuck in the middle of a battle, dooming me to death or even drowning beneath the sand. It's a double-edged sword that is invaluable but also deadly."
Tyrel closed his eyes and thought.
'At least it doesn't spew sand everywhere in my soul sea. I'll use this memory until Saphira can use memories, and then I'll give it to her. Her telekinesis can hold the core away."
Tyrel looked at the core and sighed.
"This core is way too dangerous to use. It would be embarrassing if my own memory killed me."
Tyrel left his sea of soul and felt his bed sheets below him. He got up and left his room.
Ten minutes later, he sat in a seat before an administrative worker in an office. She had blue eyes and short black hair and wore a uniform. She offered Tyrel psychological counseling, and he refused.
"What type of aspect ability did you obtain? Was it Combat, Sorcery, or Utility?"
Tyrel answered. "It's a Utility Aspect."
The administrative worker nodded, reached under the desk, grabbed a notebook and pen, and wrote what Tyrel said down. She twirled the pen and placed it and the notebook before her.
"What does it do?"
"I didn't have enough time to find out."
The administrative worker wrote that down and asked. "Is there anything else you would like to tell me?"
Tyrel shook his head.
"Alright. It's been nice meeting you, Tyrel. Please go back to your dorm." The administrative worker said.
Tyrel nodded and left before going to sleep for the night.
***
The next morning, Tyrel got up and readied himself for the day. He left and walked toward one of the staff nearby. The staff had blonde hair and looked in his early twenties.
"Hello. Are there any places I can trade dormant memories?"
The staff turned toward Tyrel.
"You should trade with other new sleepers. There isn't an established place currently."
Tyrel looked into the staff's eyes and whispered. "I'll give you a Dormant Memory for free if you can find an adult who can trade with me."
The staff closed his eyes before opening them and smirking.
"Give me five memories, and I'll take you there."
Tyrel turned around and started walking away.
The staff yelled. "Wait! I can lower it to four Dormant memories!"
Tyrel's head turned back, and he chuckled. "I was only kidding. I don't have that many memories."
The staff growled. "Ugh!"
Tyrel walked off and thought. 'I'm glad I played it off as a joke. I need to have this trade in secret. I don't want the government to know I lied to them.'
Tyrel wandered around campus before he pondered for a bit.
'It's only a dormant bow. I'm probably overreacting. I need to create an archer persona, and trading for a bow is part of what that needs. It can even be a tier one Dormant bow.'
Tyrel wandered the academy for a while and continued thinking.
'Perhaps I can grow this persona. It could be useful in surviving the Dream Realm. If I can't trap a nightmare creature, I can slowly shoot it from a distance. And wait for my blood to kill it.'
Tyrel smiled and approached another staff member.
"Hello, sir. Do you perhaps have any dormant bows I can trade other Dormant Memories for?"
The staff turned his head, smirked, and whispered. "Yes, I do. However, mine is very powerful. It will require you to give me multiple Dormant Memories. What do you say?"
Tyrel shook his head. "I don't need a strong bow. One without any special abilities will do fine."
The staff's right eyebrow raised. "Why are you giving up on the opportunity of getting a better bow? Why do you want the bare minimum?"
"It doesn't matter. All I require is a dormant bow that came from a beast."
The staff pondered for a bit. "Could it be you're trying to increase your skill as a bowman?"
Tyrel nodded and thought. 'I guess I can bury my main truth under a web of truths. I need a backup weapon for survival, and it's safer to shoot from afar.'
Tyrel added. "That and it's great to have a ranged weapon for survival. It's safer to shoot your enemies from afar. I'm short, and I would be disadvantaged in a melee confrontation. And what if my bow is destroyed? I want to be able to make do with just raw skills."
The staff sighed. "That is true. However, my bow is a one-of-a-kind. Sadly, I wasn't talented enough to use it. And now it's gathering dust in my soul sea. It would be a shame for it to be without use."
Tyrel nodded. "That would be a shame. However, I'm not the one it's meant for."
The staff quickly said. "Perhaps you are right. However, I have something else which is a nightmare to use. But if you could master it, it would be invaluable."
Tyrel turned toward the staff member. "How much would it cost?"
The staff smiled. "Oh, you're interested? Well, it would cost around a hundred dormant memories of various ranks."
Tyrel sighed. "Do you seriously expect a Sleeper like me to have that many memories? I come from the outskirts."
The staff chuckled. "Nope, you don't. I'm just messing with you. My items aren't for sale."
Tyrel nodded. "Okay, I'll see you later then."
Tyrel walked away, but before he felt something placed on his shoulder.
[You have received a Memory...]
Abruptly, the feeling was gone, and Tyrel looked behind him. The staff member was gone without a trace.
'What the heck just happened? I might as well check the memory. Let's hope it's a normal bow with no extra abilities.'
Tyrel looked up the runes.
Memory: [Basic Longbow].
Memory Rank: Dormant
Memory Type: Weapon
Memory Description: [A basic bow given to cannon fodder in the army of the War God.]
'Thank goodness it's weak. If I got anything good without putting in effort, I believe something horrible will follow.'
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