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"That's just sad." I refused to rise to the bait. Anja gave up and continued. "Anyway, astral projection is the magical art of separating the soul from the body. The idea is relatively simple. Every living thing has a soul, so a magician can separate the soul from the physical body and use it to travel. In theory, this astral body can travel to anywhere in the universe. In ancient times, people called this 'astral travel', but nowadays we call it "astral projection".
"What do you mean by 'you can travel throughout the universe'?"
"It's a term used in the ancient texts. Magicians in older times believed that their astral body can travel everywhere. Not just in this world, but even to different dimensions."  
I scoffed at that. The idea of other dimensions was the stuff of fiction. Then again, so was magic. I quickly adjusted my thinking. 
"There's such a thing? Are there different dimensions? Different timelines? What about-"
"You are asking the wrong person." Anja interrupter. "I'm just a simple astral projectionist."
"This is simple?"
"Maybe not, but astral projection isn't some new Art of Magic. It has been around for centuries and several cultures have legends of it. Some cultures used dreams, some used meditation, others used various drugs. The magician who owned the dungeon I raided was trying to combine the various methods into a combined whole. He was trying to find new spells, new methods of projection, even new ways to use astral projection. As you can tell, he had some success."
"The heat signatures."
"One of his spells." Anja admitted. "He was trying to find ways to project a lifelike version of himself. I believed he took some inspiration from shinobi cloning magic and came up with this. A projection that works almost like a clone."
I nodded. At least I know what a shinobi was. Ninjas were always popular in Asia.
"Amazing. So, all of his research are now yours?"
"Not all. I couldn't understand all his research and had to share it with some of my colleagues. We had been making slow, but steady progress. What about you? Were you already a cyborg before you got the system?"
I was about to answer when a thought came to me. An outlandish idea that answered the question of why our systems were so different. I wanted to dismiss it. I didn't want to believe it; I didn't even want to voice it. I didn't want to give the idea life, but I found that I couldn't. The idea made sense. As much as I disliked it, it made a lot of sense. I looked at Anja and wondered if I should tell her. Was it even safe to do so? This was our first meeting, so some caution was to be expected but I was the one who suggested total transparency. I let out a big sigh. Time to take the plunge.
"Is our father dead?"
"What?" I could tell from her expression that the question never entered her mind. I pressed on.
"I had checked. There were no reports, even rumors, of his death. The last reported sighting of the Mad Triple was in the belt over ten years ago. Since then, there had been nothing. No one seen him, but no one is saying he is dead either. The only reason I thought he was dead was because the system told me. What if the systems are wrong? What if the Mad Triple isn't truly dead?"
Anja's eye widened. "You think the systems would lie to us?"
"They might not know. The systems were programmed. They might truly believe our father is dead. If he programmed them that way, how would they know otherwise?"
Anja shook her head. "I don't know about your system but mine is magical in nature. It is not a program."
"So? Our father could work the spell for it to give wrong information." 
"He can, but why would he give us the systems if he wasn't dead?" Anja rightfully asked. "More importantly, the systems are powerful. If he is still alive, why give them to us? Why not keep them for himself?"
"Experiments?"
"What?"
"To answer your question; I was already a cyborg before I got the system, but I was mostly human. All I had back them was an arm and an eye." I raised both my cybernetic hands for Anja. "Now almost half of my body is cybernetic."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"It is if I didn't have a choice in the matter." I pointed out. "I am a battlesuit designer. I don't go looking for trouble, but since I got the system, trouble keep following me around."
"I don't get where you are going with this."
"Maybe I am just being paranoid, but what if you and I are part of some experiment?"
"What? That's impossible."
"I know how it sounds but hear me out. The systems are powerful. We both acknowledged that, but what if they are too powerful?"
"What do you mean? I don't get it."
"I mean power changes people. In the very first message I ever received from our father, he made it clear that he believed he got too powerful too fast. What if he feared that happening to us?"
Anja thought about what I said and disagreed. "I got the same message from him, but how did you get from his message to us being in an experiment? It's ridiculous!"
"I don't think so. Since I gotten the system, I had changed. Not just physically, but mentally as well. I had been suffering from … well, let just say I was in danger of losing my life not too long ago, and I haven't been the same since."

Tobias Wong is a man with secrets. 
He dreams of being a Battlesuit Designer.
He does not hate the government.
And his father is a supervillain.
Then one day, his absent father left him another. A secret so big and powerful, it would change his life forever.
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For you who don't know who Franklin Richards is, he is the son Reed Richards and Susan Storm of the Fantastic Four, and is one of the most powerful beings in the Marvel universe. He has the power of reality-warping and many more. This is a introduction of his character and ability's before we start the story.

Franklins personality: He's a rather benevolent character and has no real desire to hurt anyone while sometimes Franklin shows some darker elements to his character only when necessary and often has a nonchalant attitude. He seems to be a hero at heart and dreams of making the universe a better place in the future.

POWERS: Mentifery (latent): Ability to manipulate reality on a universal scale with his imagination and thoughts. After regaining his powers from a temporary loss, the first thing Franklin did with his powers was to create another  universe. He was stated to be an Universal Shaper by the Celestials.

Particle Energy Manipulation(latent) Ability to manipulate and emit dynamic force as well rearrange and manipulate matter on a quantum level. Under the guidance of his older self, he once for example stabilized a sun. Once he even turned the assault of hostile Celestials into harmless flowers.

Chronokinesis (latent): Franklin is able to stop, reverse or speed up time and even can travel trough it.

Psionics (latent): he demonstrated a wide variety of psionic powers. Even as a kid, he at least displayed a remarkable resistance to a psionic Celestial assault.

Telekinesis (latent): Possesses telekinetic abilities enabling him to levitate and manipulate living beings, inanimate objects, and to some extent energy psionically. This also enables him to fly.

Bio-Blasts: Ability to fire enormously powerful energy blasts which he generates from his body's extrasensory potential. These were able to temporarily destroy the demon lord Mephisto within its own realm.

Molecular Manipulation: Ability to rearrange the molecular structure of matter and energy, even up to a cosmic scale.

Telepathy: He can read minds and project his own thoughts into the minds of others on unlimited radius. His notable abilities include:
Telepathic Illusion: Ability to create realistic telepathic illusions and cause people to experience events which are not actually occurring.

Telepathic Cloak: Can mask his presence from being detected by others. He can extend these defenses to others around him as well.

Mind Link: Ability to develop a mental link with any person which remains as a connection to that individual.

Telepathic Camouflage: Ability to mask himself, and other peoples' presence from those around him. Can telepathically disguise himself, making his appearance to those around him quite different (Changing the appearance of clothing, as well as more detailed disguising.).

Mind Control: Ability to control the minds of others just by trying.

Mind Possession: Ability to possess the mind of another, and use that being's body as his own.

Mind Alteration: Ability to alter the minds of others by force of will.

Mental Amnesia: Ability to cause loss of particular memories, and amnesia in another person or even in a group of people.

Psionic Shield: Ability to erect a psychic shield for protection of himself and of others.

Psionic Blasts: Can project psionic force bolts which have no physical effects but which can affect a victim's mind so as to cause the victim pain or unconsciousness and can even kill an adversary.

Astral Projection: Ability to Astral Travel and communicate with others astrally through his own will, or through contact with the thoughts and memories of others. In the astral realm, he can use his powers to create "ectoplasmic" objects.

Mental Detection: Can sense the presence of other people within a small but as yet undefined radius of himself by perceiving the distinctive mental radiations emitted by such a being.

Mind Transferal: Able to transfer both his mind and powers into other host bodies should his own physical body be somehow killed.

Precognitive Dreams (latent): Precognitive abilities, which manifest themselves in his dreams, enabling him to envision possible future events. Although there are countless possible futures, Franklin foresees the most probable future path, and therefore his predictions usually come true. Franklin seemingly cannot foresee events more than roughly a few days in the future. Franklin's precognitive power developed to the point at which he could see images of future events when conscious.

Dream-Self Projection (latent): Ability to place himself in a trance-like state while remaining fully conscious. While he is in this trance, he can project an intangible, ghost like image of himself to another location, through which he can see and hear what goes on at the location. What Franklin has called the "dreams" he has while in this state are not truly dreams, but his conscious awareness of the environment into which he has projected his 

"dream-self."
Fundamental Forces Manipulation (latent): Franklin has displayed the ability to manipulate the four fundamental forces of the universe on a potentially a cosmic scale. This ability allows him to rearrange matter to create other configurations and can even transmute elements and manipulate space-time to a degree by using gravity to distort them.

Energy Constructs (latent): The ability to create anything he sees in his mind. Franklin uses this ability to make anything he can imagine and manipulate it as he sees fit. Franklin can channel this energy offensively to create weapons or blasts of energy or defensively to create force fields to protect those he loves.

Superhuman Durability: Even as a kid, he has displayed a remarkable resistance to damage. Even though he was knocked unconscious, he managed to survive a direct Celestial assault with minimal damage.

Duplication: After being irradiated by a meteor, Franklin briefly showed the power to duplicate.

Gestalt Merge: Franklin was able to merge with other beings, such as his sister, into a double conscious being.

Flight: Franklin is able to fly at any speed he wants 

Teleportation: Franklin is able to teleport anywhere in the known Multiverse.

Resurrection: He can raise the dead like he did with  Galactus and made him his herald.

Immortality: Franklin can live for eternity.

God-level Speed:  Franklin can fly and run at speeds that greatly surpass the speed of light.

God-level Strength: Franklin has demonstrated the potential for a solar scale of limitless strength.

Godlike Stamina: Franklin body generates no fatigue toxins, body stress, or even sweat, granting him inexhaustible physical stamina, which allows him to fight other beings for prolonged periods of time before tiring.

SKILLS: Gifted Intelligence
               Leadership skills
               
               
HOBBYS:  Spending time with family and friends 
                   Hanging out with his best friend Leech
                   Being a superhero
                   Watching over the universes he created 
                   Creating universes
                   Reading comics 
                   Playing the guitar 
                   Hanging out with his sister Valeria
                   Training with Ben Grimm
                 Hanging out with his uncle Johnny Storm 
               Hanging out with his godfather Ben Grimm

FAMILY  
               Reed Richards (father)
               Susan Storm (mother)
               Valeria Richards (sister)
               Johnny Storm (uncle)
               Ben Grimm (godfather)
               Alicia Masters (godmother)
               Nathaniel Richards (grandfather)
               Evelyn Richards (grandmother, deceased) Franklin Storm (maternal grandfather,   deceased)
      May Storm (maternal-grandmother, deceased)
             
   
  TYPE OF HERO: cosmic superhero 
      



Franklin Richards the progeny of the Fantastic Four ends up in the universe of My Hero Academia.

Jennifer POV-
I threw away my sleepy gaze towards the window. That's when the lamp near the table broke into pieces. I was shocked. I even let out a tiny scream.  I calm myself to figure Suzanna coming towards and asking me that I am alright. I narrated her what I saw in my dream. Her eyes were all big, really big enough to jump out of the socket right in the palm of my hand.
She was indeed actually in awe. Fearful aweless expression won't give anybody a hint of what to do next. Instead, it reminds you that the road is extremely dangerous and things are falling out of the hands. When a heart weeps, the way is bloody.  When dreams become reality, reality is not a dream anymore. People become scholars when they are most in pain and then those scholars become the reason of other people's remorse since they lose their senses. Funny but true. I ran my brain like horses in a race. Nothing seemed an option but another resource of trouble.
Until, Angela came through the door as dawn. Sometimes, I really doubt my luck. It always comes in play when I least expect it to.
Then she opened in front of us as if the dead man's chest.  We stood there simply numb.  Yeah, wonderstruck. When she told me that the reason, they were in a hurry to run away from that place, I paid much more than I should –the price of knowing the truth.
She told me that Sam is actually Celestia and Damien wants reunite his bonds with her. The curse is still unknown. The curse is haunting her. The curse wants the weeping heart to be silenced forever. He toppled up the car. The shadow appeared right before them in the middle of the road. But still only, Edward was seriously injured and the others were injured but safe. He has already played his tramp card. He wants to keep her with him. From today, count the next for three days is all we have to stop him. If we fail to do so, then we shall lose more than we should.
I asked her what we should do next.
She replied," Play and play it all. Play it better than him".
Suzanna said," What is the game that we have to play?
She says, "The game of dreams ".
"Don't tell me that we are going to dream travel now," I remarked sarcastically.
"You got it all right. But how do you know about that? She questioned me.
"Hmmm, it's because that's something we did long back ago. I and Samantha – we shared a dream or you can say dream travel. I travelled in to her dreamscape where I met somewhat; I saw the darkest of all, that nasty spirit, "I said in sight trembling texture in my voice.
"But you said you shared dreams ", Angela keeps questioning me.
"Why it's the same, isn't it?" I spoke.
"No, it isn't the same, Jenny", said Angela.
"What do you mean by that? ", I winked the thought at her.
"You can both dream travel. You have overcome your thoughts to meet each other through dreams. It's extremely difficult to actually practice dream telepathy since people fail to keep their pace of motion of thoughts and end up returning back to their own astral plane. You both travelled through the negative and positive astral plane to explore the world of blue – lost souls. Mostly, Sam tends to explore more of the negative plane and you incredibly can explore the both without getting lost. Since, you told me that the light came to rescue you, Jennifer. You have indeed had great sense of belief that she lacks often. She feels insecure more often than you. You live in the secure plane of
Astral space. And you can only travel into her heart, her dreamscape. Bring her back, won't you do that? Will you don't take a chance at it once again this time? "Angela held my hand and said to me believing that I would say yes.
"Okay, but how can I travel? Dream travelling is not something I learnt in school. So, tell me how? ".

"Well, listen Jennifer, Suzanna and Emily, you three shall go together in her dreamscape. Since Haley and Sue are injured and they had been attacked by him. He will readily recognize their presence. You will walk through the plane in her world and travel into the right dream- her past. She must be trapped in her past right now. You shall alter her belief of fear into valor and love into wisdom.
Try your best to let the light reach her heart. You shall never interact with those souls that on the darker side and remember, the deeper you went, the more vulnerable your own conscience will be. We are going dream travel today in the evening", Angela had everything planned out it seemed from the words that she conveyed to us.

She transferred Sam with the permission of the doctor to the cottage.  Alas! This is so tiring to keep wishing and keep waiting for a change or something precious. I don't understand why every woman is forced to behave like a princess and have her serenity as a quality in them when they still are considered as weaker vessels and slaves of destiny bestowed upon by others. I don't get the complexity of this society at all. The things are simple but complex or complicate is something human mind allures most at times. Why can't we be open? Why we have to be hideous? Why we have to get hurt or have our hearts broken?

Maybe the more pain we suffer the better person we become.  What a stupid correlation! Really I don't even agree to these superstitious beliefs. I don't believe in them but I believe my heart, my soul. I am going to dream travel. It seems like travelling in space in a spaceship. What if I fail? There is almost sixty six percent failure rate in our case.
Every time I try to grasp the picture of perfection, I lag behind. I am left behind with my own fallen self and broken wings. The wings that were fastened to my body at birth have to break apart or chained down. Why! I have to struggle to get ahold of happiness when people around me can easily have it in the palm of their worthless hands.
Why she has to be sleeping her way when I thought everything is normal? Why can't I know the feeling of warmth and security?  Why her soul needs to be tainted by her past? Why she has to be the victim of pain? Why I have to feel this lonesome as always? Why the light of that smile had to fade away so soon? 
Why the people who I care for so much have to leave? Why I am forced to start all over again like nothing happened?
I am going to change that clause and rewrite a new phrase .I am not going to live in the world of guilt of not being there for the people I do care for somewhere in my cold heart, I sincerely pray.  There is always a room for possibility. I prayed to that god of mine, my most earnest and dearest listeners please always stay by my side, just stay here in my selfish cold heart. I am so much in pain. Pain is something not that bad. The fate to endure is indeed the worst of all.
In the evening, Sam's room:
Everything is set up as per Angela's instructions. The room is slightly eerie as the cold is scratching my skin and stealing its age away. The room is full of candles and there is a big voodoo painted mark on the floor. But hey! Wait. This is not like that at all. There are beds with oxygen supply same as that Sam's hospital bed.  There are beating machines that raids on our hearts or will do so when we will be asleep. There are my friends, everyone and Angela is also there. Everyone looks so worried and exhausted of this fate of endurance. Why we have to atone justice? Can't he atone it for his singers who sing about his eternal glory? Can't he? Is that really tough or complicated?
I believe in him because HE always believes in me. I have faith in him because HE has in me. I hope you (HE) are listening to me –please let the light be with me, please make it stay forever.
Angela says, "Well, don't worry!  May god be with you (she kisses on our forehead one by one).
Now, put on the oxygen mask and the cord will be attached to your heart in order to ensure you are in stable condition.
You will concentrate on my voice, each of one of you. Alright.
Focus your spirit at your third eye .I mean at the middle of forehead.  You will slowly feel the warmth of the light that will start building up at your psychic center".
We did as she instructed.
We closed our eyes.
"Try to concentrate, concentrate! "
We all were trying suddenly I realized a thrust against my body or It must be my spiritual body was leaving my physical one and suddenly, I felt the warmth of life. When I opened my eyes, it was like the Garden of Eden. The place was beautiful. I felt someone's eyes staring down at me. The suspicion of being unguarded made me alert and I threw my curls aside to find that it was Angela, Suzanna and Emily. They were smiling at me in my dreamscape.
Angela says," So you are really something huh? You are in the brightest plane of your dreamscape. It's safe here. The light is dazzling all over your soul and heart. But this is not the door that you need to open. You know that, so bind your strength at once because you three will now be transported to the real place- the world of blue- the lost souls. This place is just wishing you luck. I think HE must have answered to your prayers, Jenny. Remember to open the right door and don't waver from your path ever ".
We nodded. She suddenly disappeared with the windy flowers. And now we were certain to be standing in front of a door where she once stood in the garden. I was followed by the other two when I stretched my hand to unlock the knob.
In room:
Sue asked with a stressful face", Angela, what happened?
They are safe, aren't they? "
Angela says when she opens her eyes and gets up from the chair," Yes. They are. They are about to enter Samantha's conscience now. Keep calm! Shale and Sue. Have a little faith in god's will."
At PRESENT, IN THE DREAMSCAPE:
The door opens.
We walk through the door.
It was full of clocks with feathery wings attached to them with an endless green ocean like sky.
It was water flowing against the rocks in darkness or the babel sea itself flowing through the timeless age of sinful desires. There stood a clock on a stand with its hands stopped at 9:40. The place knew no am or pm. There was a woman in a beautiful black strapless dress with a lacy veil upon her face and chocolate-colored curls beside the clock looking at us. 
She was smiling. Then I heard her soft-toned whisper say, "Welcome to my paradise-the lost soul's blissful nightmare that Querida can't even recall, bliss finders of the blue –come here, I behold for you instead. Walk through the bridge of destiny to avenge the truth. You shall be at your wishful place. May justice shall lie on the victor's side, the time starts now. May god be with you."
Then my reflexes reacted to her voice and I said to the two," so, we got only 72 hours in hand to defeat him in this game of dreams ".
Suzanna said in a dull tone," Yeah I understand but the way the surrounding keeps changing is really horrifying."
Emily said," It seems the fog has started to thicken and the misty clouds have blurred our sight of path."
The surrounding was dark but it was lit up by a strange green light. It felt like we are going to walk straight into a devil's den. I was afraid, we were afraid. The flowers were shivering in my garden of belief. There was a U-shaped bridge amid of the fogginess. We moved our legs in that direction and we climbed onto and off the bridge of destiny. Now we were in her –our beloved friend Sam's dreamscape. We cross over into the world of blue. We soon reached the end of the bridge that's when we felt the breeze of countryside. The scene changes really too soon in her world, I must say. At least, we successfully have penetrated into her conscience and now we have to get her as soon as possible before the clock goes off ticking

They say, “When you are young, you fall in love".
And those memories of the lost come chasing after you.
They say, ‘Dreams come true’.
But it always sounds more like a warning, maybe this could be a grave mistake or a mystery solved? 
………
Here, this is a Story of Samantha & Jennifer, two best Friends trying to decode Samantha's recurrent dream. In her dreamscape, she is visited by a Stranger who plays piano to her every night and telling her, “Celestia, my love come be with me.” He disappears every time, she tries to get close enough to demask him.  It's been like for years when she saw him first since she turned sixteen.  A symphony so mesmerizing, alluring rendition of his presence and that piano work piece never heard before and a place that never exists, calls her every night to come and join the music of endearment .A Stranger who asks her to stay a little longer in his dreamscape with him.
So, who is this Stranger, so known but still unknown? Is this a hallucination or do really soulmates exists through the eternal plane of time and cosmic universe? 
Embark on this wonderful Journey of Friendship, Love, Betrayal and A whole new universe of dreams waiting for you to find your soulmate. Would you cross the Bridge of Destiny and Faith, just to find your soulmate? Would take that risk?
Samantha did.  Would You?
An Important Note- All Copyrights Reserved @2020 - author

Tuesday, February 12, three o'clock in the morning. Building 5. Room 5313, across from the kitchen on the second floor.
The air conditioner came on, breaking the tense silence in the room. The darkness wasn't moving, so I had no idea how long it had been, or how long ago I was standing there talking to the glass and leaving a large carbon dioxide mist on it.
"What do you mean, I can't go back in time?" I said, a little worried. "I did it just now. I come from the past. Can't you see me there sleeping?" I pointed to my bed, where I lay drooling on the pillow.
"What I mean is that you really can't go back in time," she said calmly, without a hint of nerves or a rush to explain what was happening.
"Don't you see me lying there and standing here at the same time?" I moved the arms of my bed to my person to emphasize my words.
"Yes, I do." His calm disturbed me a bit. "But you are a Geist, it is your task in this universe to fix temporary cracks. Anomalies that you create by accident in this or another parallel reality, or that of someone else, someone who should not have your gifts, or who is learning to use theirs."
"My gifts?" I was more confused now than at first.
"You can astrally transfer to any past time, and with proper training, you could even materialize. That's the basics of the course. There are other gifts, much more advanced and dangerous, that you will learn in the process and adapt to your new self."
"So... I can travel back in time, right?"
"No!" Her voice was raised for the first time, but she laughed immediately.
"Well, okay... I understand. According to the theory of the dilation of the universe, it grows towards a single direction, which makes any return impossible."
"At least in the future, yes. The universe is expanding..."
"One way only," I added "forward. And I can't travel backward either because the universe itself can't..."
"Undo what is already created. Exact. You have done your homework. Good boy." I chuckled, but I could still hear her.
"So how could I travel to the past?" I asked, still stunned. "And even what I did had an impact on the future. Some things happened to me and my friends that if they weren't, because I went back in time, they wouldn't have happened.
"You were actually there. As a geist, you belong to a single timeline, and you can manifest yourself in different ways."
"Sorry, but I've heard it twice and I still don't know how to spell or pronounce it. Am I a what?"
"A Geist. You are like a ghost, who comes and goes over the years fixing things, avoiding others. There are not many in the world, much less awake. Most die early or go crazy over time."
"Very encouraging, your job description," I joked. "I'm so lucky..."
"I'm sorry," she apologized, while still laughing.
"So, a Geist. Is it pronounced? <<Gaisd>>?
"Aha," she replied, not offended. "You go around ..."
"And then, everything that happened... is it real?"
"Aha," she repeated in the same amused tone. "Everything you've seen has only been from another perspective."
"Should I be careful about some things? Is there some kind of rule for this?"
"Yes, obviously ..." she replied. "There is a whole manual on how to be the best geist of the twenty-first century."
"Are you always so bad with sarcasm?"
"You always tell me I should practice more."
"And now I understand why…" I was thinking about the thousand and one questions I wanted to ask her, but I realized that there was one perfect for the occasion. "If I woke up from... well, whatever I've been resting from, there's a rift in time right now, right?"
"Exact. The first for you." I noticed the hint of mockery in his tone of voice.
"How many have you been to?"
"Enough," she sighed. "There is no need to count them when the weather doesn't affect you."
"And how do I fix it?" I sat in one of the red chairs, standing by the window made me uneasy.
"You must go to the beginning of the rift."
"To the past?"
"Not necessarily. The crack may originate twenty years from now, or a few seconds ago. The difficult thing is in finding them. Once you locate it, you start with the memories that appear in your mind, virgin memories that have never occurred in your life."
"I think I already have one of those..." I fixed my sight to the ground, thinking. "The lobby. I saw something totally different about one-night Ramcés and I stayed in Ale, Clau, and Astrid's room."
"Are there any other strange occurrences, or is it just that?"
"There's one more… we were asked out to a local nightclub once, and we didn't go. But now it's like I have two different versions of the same day. That's what you mean, right? Or what is happening?"
"You are in the middle of the veil," she explained. "Here and there. You must return to those times, materialize, if possible, and try to make things happen as they should. Got it?" She emphasized the latter with a hint of imposition.
"Yes, I understand," I smiled, confused. "Why are you emphasizing it to me?"
"Bad things have happened to reveal the future, and bad things will happen to change the past. Do not recreate events that have not happened, otherwise more versions of you will spread in the universe."
"Ok, it's fine. I'll try to make it all pass... as it should have." I smiled at my redundancy.
It was then that it hit me. I should have done it several minutes ago, as my breath fogged the glass, and my feet began to ache. I felt the heat from the air conditioner turning on again. The breeze that emanated was warm and comforting. Luckily, my whispers hadn't woken anyone up yet.
"By the way… how do I get out of here?" I rushed to ask her, waving my left index finger in the air, pointing around the room in several circular turns.
"Right now it's like one of your vivid dreams. You just have to do what you usually use on them to get out."
"When I have a vivid dream, I simply decide to open my eyes. I don't know if you have noticed... but I already have them wide open."
"Yes, I know," she laughed in a whisper. "I haven't told you to wake up, I've told you to get out of here and go wherever you want."
"How can I be here and there at the same time?" I asked, pointing to the second floor of the cabin to my left.
"You are not here. You're still asleep, remember? Now you are only a representation of yourself, an astral representation of a future you. That one there, the one in the cabin, was you a few days ago. Your soul is divided, and it is reunited, it is shattered and you repair it again. Now that you've woken up, and you know who you are, you cannot go back to sleep.
"Literal?"
"No." And she laughed, heartily now. "I'm kidding you. Obviously, you can sleep, you must. But you can't now, because your geist is astral and it doesn't get tired, it doesn't perish... it's the safest way to travel to the past. But I'm afraid you'll have to get solid sometimes."
"I don't understand anything, this doesn't make sense... by chance, can you stop time or something? I don't know... can you?"
"For me, yes," she replied, somewhat saddened by what I felt. "You, on the other hand, I don't think so. The veil allows you to move from one date to another without problems, but if you stop, you will probably cease to exist... it is a very difficult technique to learn."
"Where's the rest? Because obviously, it all sounded more organized compared to a simple myth. I mean, given the nature of things, there must be a starting engine, right?"
"There's like a... jury. In time you will meet them." She seemed to understand what I meant. "Focus for now on resolving your memories. If they crowd you, tonight will be even longer." 'Today will be the longest night of your life.' I remembered that message from the stranger who gave me directions in the afternoon.
"There is someone in the present who is helping me," I commented.
"Someone? How is this someone helping you?"
"He texted me, asking me to follow his directions. I still don't quite understand what the point of it all is, but he promised that everything would be fine if I followed them. And he advised me, or so I want to play it, to keep my friends out of... whatever is going to happen."
"So you're not sure he's helping."
"They weren't very difficult orders: basically, just pack a shirt and go to sleep."
"The fact that you went to sleep at that moment caused your geist to wake up. Someone is probably testing you." There was silence for a few minutes. I didn't want to interrupt, in case I was still meditating on what she had confessed. "You should listen to him. Follow their instructions as best you can, as long as you don't risk your life on them," she advised me.
"Okay, I'll try," I sighed. "Well, now tell me how I get out of here."
"Use the door," she chuckled again.
"The door?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes. Just like in your dreams, since for now, astral travel doesn't work for you."
I remembered how to do it. I did it all the time when I slept. I approached the portal of the room, opened the door, and walked through it, thinking fervently of my current time, of my body that was resting, placidly, I hope, in my bed on the fourteenth, and not the twelfth.

Since I was little I have had nightmares that kept me awake and nervous for hours, spinning and shivering frantically between the sheets. They were not nightmares about monsters or translucent ghosts, they were stories that showed me death and pain, prophecies that were fulfilled after a while. I recently traveled to a place very far from my home, and a secret hidden between centuries and centuries of culture and religions was revealed to me. What you are about to read will tell you about every feat I had to accomplish to write my story, our story. This is the truth. A new world awaits you.

a guy who loves comics and stories and novels end up dying for a stupid reason, he gets compensated and sent to the turmoil filled world of DC's justice league to save it and correct the wrongs with a set of wishes.

I don't own DC or marvel am just  a fan making a novel to pass time .

I look around me and was mesmerized by the unexplainable beauty before me. The sight of countless stars scattered everywhere -- shining brightly like precious stones in a vast darkness. It looked like I am in an infinite space. There was nothing but a deafening silence.
I suddenly noticed how my hands looked, then it brought my attention to the lower part of my body -- I am nothing but a haze. It suddenly dawned on me that I am in my astral form.
I was reminded of how I spent the last moments of my life as a human.
So, I died -- as a human.
The thought brought me down on my knees. I buried my face in between my hands and started mourning for my loss. I was stricken with a grief that is too great for me to even put to words.
I lost everything -- my life, my divinity, my progress to ascension. Lovelle was right, it's not worth any of it. I should've listened.
There could've been another way to save Phaedon without breaking the covenant. I could've just given up some tokens from my sacred scroll in exchange for a miracle, and asked assistance from Lovelle. Why I haven't thought of it?
Ugh, the tension was so great I could not think straight and forgot about so many things. If only I was thinking with a clear head in spite of what was happening, it might've saved both of us.
I gave my all, but none of it saved Phaedon, and worst -- it cost everything I have.
"Are you done contemplating your actions?"
I lift up my head and saw Archangel Azraelle in front of me. Being the angel of death and the afterlife, Azraelle's appearance says so much about her domains.
Her long hair is a mix color of silver white and deep black, adorned with a beautiful headpiece. The headpiece has tiny skull ornaments, along with black roses and white lilies. Her two pairs of huge and mighty black wings were like the night sky with countless stars as it glimmers with every flap.
The winds coming from her wings made her black chiffon dress dance with it. It's bodice studded with crystal stones.
"Azraelle, I shouldn't have broken the covenant!"
I burst into tears as I threw myself into her arms.
"You did what you could. It is a very brave thing to do for someone to give up their divinity and the privileges that come along with it just to save someone."
She stated while patting me on my head. I cried to my heart's content at her bosom -- as a little kid would to her mom.
"Now, come with me."
"A-are you bringing me over now to completely cross into the afterlife?" I sobbed even harder.
"We will talk about this when we get there."
A portal appeared from nowhere, the moment we entered it, we were sucked by a powerful force catapulting us to another realm.
"Welcome to the Astral Realm." Azraelle announced as we entered a new realm.
It is a beautiful place. It is pretty much the same as the one I was in awhile ago, but the only difference is that it isn't empty.
It holds a beautiful city that is like suspended somewhere in the vast universe. The path that we are threading is made of transparent glass that you can literally see everything that is suspended in the universe -- stars, galaxies, planets, and other heavenly bodies known to mankind.
As we get into the heart of the city, I started taking notice of the others -- they are mostly like me who are in their astral form. I saw some celestial beings too.
"Are those Celestial Angels?" I asked with curiosity. In the Angel Hierarchy, Celestial Angels, are Angels that are given dominion over the Celestial Realm.
"No, they're not. Even though we are somewhere in the Celestial Realm, this Realm is not under its domains."
Azraelle answered as if reading what was in my head.
"This is a special realm that is not even covered in the Angel Hierarchy. The Angels you see may look like celestial angels but they're not. They are Astral Angels and share similarities with the Ophanims. They are given the dominion over the Astral Realm."
I only heard that there is another realm apart from the known realms mentioned in the Angel Hierarchy and its domains. Most of us think its a myth just to tickle our brains.
"What does Astral Angels do, and what exactly is the Astral Realm for?" I asked eager to learn more about this mythic realm.
"Like the other triad, the Astral Realm follows a ranking system too. It is comprised of three levels of ascension. The highest-ranking Choir in this triad are the Angels of Reincarnation, below it are the Angels of The Afterlife, and the lowest are the Angels of Dreams."
Azraelle stated.
"Angels belonging to this realm are given dominion over the astral world. The Astral Realm is what keeps the balance between the Divine, the Celestial, and the Terrestrial Realm. It makes sure that every existing life force regardless of its realm will journey according to their timeline, may they be in their human, divine, or astral form. They are the keepers of the Akashic Records too. In this realm, all the realms co-exist."
I was filled with owe after hearing everything I needed to know about this realm.
"It is the reason, why this Realm is special. It cannot be subjected to the Angel Triad Hierarchy, because it can't be above or lower than any of the existing realms. It is just here suspended."
She continued.
"But why there aren't many accounts about its existence?" Voicing out the thought that was nagging me.
"Not just anyone can access this realm, the Divine wants to keep this place in a low profile to deter gaining interest. Just like all the other realms, it has its own rules that will restrict every living being in it, and keep the others out of it. Only astral beings are allowed here. Even Supreme Angels cannot come and go as they please here."
Azraelle said mentioning some facts.
Supreme Angels are glorified angels in which the Divine has allowed to travel between Realms to carry out important tasks. They are not bounded by the restrictions of time and space like most of the Angels. There are seven of them, but only Azraelle is known to the majority. The others like the Astral Realm is also regarded as a myth.
Humans often think that angels were all made equal, but the truth is -- even angels have to follow a system, and work hard to ascend in each realm.
The highest-ranking triad in the Angel Hierarchy is the Divine Triad.
Angels belonging in this realm are the closest to the Divine, and given dominion over the Divine Realm. This triad has three levels of ascension which we call Choir.
Each Choir carries out a specific task for the Divine. The highest-ranking choir are the Seraphims, below it are the Cherubims, and the lowest the Ophanims.
Below the Divine Triad, is the Celestial Triad. Angels belonging in this realm are given dominion over the Celestial Realm.
Like the first one, it also has three levels of ascension. This triad of angels are the ones who put the universe and everything in it in constant motion.
The highest-ranking choir of angels in this triad are the Angels of Dominions, below it is the Angels of Virtues, and the lowest, the Angels of Powers.
The lowest rank in the Angel Hierarchy is the Terrestrial Triad. Angels belonging in this realm are given dominion over the Terrestrial Realm.
Like the other two, it has three levels of ascension. This triad of angels are the ones who are closest to the material world and humans. We keep the world in balance and ensure that justice is being served -- fairly.
The highest-ranking choir of angels in this triad are the Angels of Principalities, below it are the Archangels, and the lowest are the Angels -- which was me, at least before I lost my divinity and turned into a human.
Each Realm is governed by a Reigning Angel that belongs to the highest-ranking choir for each realm.
Azraelle lead me to a beautiful building that resembles a palace. Its walls were as splendid as a shining star, glimmering on the night sky, making it the brightest building in sight. As we entered its halls, we were welcomed by a majestic angel.
Like Azraelle, she has two pairs of wings, only that her's are iridescent and change colors with every flap it makes. Her silver-white hair is coiffed in a beautiful updo and leaves some of it hanging out in delicate curls.
Her tiara is shimmering with diamonds and was made to appear whimsical for the golden accent of beautiful flowers cascading on its side. Her floor-length off-shoulder dress is as iridescent as her wings.
By the looks of it -- she is no ordinary angel. If my guess was right, she must be one of the Supreme Angels that we deemed mythical. Reigning Angels are identified with their crests, but she doesn't have one. I have never seen a crowned angel before, apart from Azraelle.
"This is Astrelle, one of the Supreme Angels, and the guardian of this realm."
"It is an honor to meet another Supreme Angel like you, Astrelle." I greeted as I bowed.
"It is also a great honor to meet you, Estrelle." She answered pushing out a smile. Her voice is soothing like a lullaby.
"We have invited you to stand before the council of the Supreme Angels, and in the presence of the Reigning Angel of the Terrestrial Realm, Archangel Lovelle."
I stood frozen for a moment when I heard what Astrelle have said.
Is this a trial?!

After being adopted by a noble lady who runs a mafia, Phaedon's life had changed. From an orphan to a noble heir, with power, money, connections, and a beautiful wife -- Phaedon had it all.

But is it really worth it, when treachery is all there is?

On a one fateful night, when Phaedon's life was put in peril, Estrelle, his guardian angel came to his rescue, but at the expense of breaking the Angel's Covenant.

Estrelle has now to deal with the consequences of her actions that will change their lives forever.

As Lunox and Caesar conversation with Erodith continues she reveals things that needed to be known at this point of time.
Lunox began to ask more about the problem their having about Lunox's path.
Lunox:"Well my body is still asleep. But Erodith... How can I wake up from my dreams.
Erodith:" The thing is... You'll have too go further from your adventure but I can only say this to you. Lunox do you want to forget about all of your 'dreams'? "

Lunox:" What do you mean forget like I'll forget ever single things?"
Erodith:"In addition, you'll only forget the things that happened while your body is asleep. Now do you know someone who also have these powers?"

Lunox:"I'd say that this is a paranormal abilities rather than powers."
Erodith:"What if it was a power?"
Lunox:"Well.. It'd be clear that it is a power from my powers."
Caesar:"Well... I think I knew one dark person who have this powers."
Lunox:"You do?!"
Caesar:"Yah! It's my bro Hanzo!"
Lunox:"Oh the person who consume 20% of total dark powers in this world? How come you befriended an evil person?" 
Caesar:"Hold up miss Discriminater.." 
Lunox:"Pardon Me, what did I said wrong?" 
Caesar:"That he's evil!" 
Lunox:"Wait is he not?" 
Caesar:"Yah!" 
Lunox:"How come he uses dark power and act evil." 
Caesar:"You see thats were you were wrong about my bro. He uses Dark Power because it was given to him and accepted it, but he only goes evil if they attack him or do harm." 
Lunox:"Wait... HE'S EVIL AND A PERSON WHO GOES RAMPAGING ON EVERYONE!!!" 
Caesar:"What.. He had to do what needs to be done, plus their going to kill him if he just stand still." 
Lunox:"Wait really I though their gonna lock him away not killing him." 
Caesar:"Maybe it's a misunderstanding.." 
Both:"Oh boy... That particular war was a mistake." 
Erodith:"Well I think you have more problems than that. Lunox what about your issues with the things..." 
Lunox:"Yes I do have problems.. A lot." 
 Erodith showed the portal to the Arcane Library. "
Erodith:" There's one particular problem here that you don't remember for reasons that I can't say."
Lunox:"Wait... The White Blockage thingjamami!!" 
Erodith:"Go and examine it or as for you Caesar be White dude Analytic Lunatic."
Caesar:"Oh boy..." 
Lunox:"I can't remember what's in that path.." 
Caesar:"It's a hallway of more stones on the way."

Then the passage Blockage was filled with Caesar's Details. 
Lunox:"Oh I think I'm blocked because I can't remember what it was actually."
Caesar:"That's not helpful." 
Lunox:"Caesar! You can detail what it was so I can filled it with my faded memories."
Erodith:"Go ahead. There's a lot of answers in the beginning of your dreamscaping." 
Lunox:"I can't believe it? Most my answers were from the beginning... Wow!" 
Caesar:"I'll do a lot blabbering am I?" 

As their chatting has been ended, they head on their way and uncover some mysteries and find answers they've been looking for the past 7 Dream Transfers. 
Lunox:"Back in here again.." 
Caesar:"What is this?" 
Lunox:"I present to you.. The Arcane Library!" 
Caesar:"Knowledge and stuff makes me wanna transform, but I will forget everything thou. That's the condition." 
Lunox:"Oh.. So that's why amabitians are rarely seen in any dimensions... They rarely use their powers..."
Caesar:"Yeah, because things must be balanced out for it not to be very overpowered."
Lunox:"At least I'm still 'balance' ... And no pun intended."
Caesar:"I respect your no pun intentions but without any further a do. We must progress." 

As Lunox and Caesar proceed their way to find their answers. 
Lunox:"I really hope that Erodith is not tricking us..."
Caesar:"If she is.. Its definitely on purpose." 
Lunox:"First White Blockage Encounter. Caesar gimme the details."

As Caesar tells Lunox the details they begun to proceed and Caesar remembered something from what Erodith told him.
Caesar:"Oh uh, Lunox.."
Lunox:"Is their something you wanna talk about?"
Caesar:"Of course their is, Erodith actually told me about this *whispering*."

As Caesar whispers to her what Erodith said.
Lunox began to realise the perspective of Erodith.
Lunox:"Well good to know that."
Caesar:"Um seriously that's your reaction only."
Lunox:"It would be mind blowing if I was a no Brainer like you."
Caesar:"Hey..."

As they progress Caesar began to see the end of the corner.
Caesar:"Well.. This is fricking mind blowing as heck!"
Lunox:"Oh! What is it..."
Caesar:"It's a picture of you carved out of a stone. Something yellowish."
Lunox:"What's the mind blowing part..."
Caesar:"I'm not done yet.."
Lunox:"Sorry.. You got captivedly excited."
Caesar:"It says a lot about your history..."
Lunox:"Oh... You're mind blown by that?!"
Caesar:"It's not over yet."
Lunox:"....."
Caesar:"Theirs about your history on this world... Wait you sacrifice yourself?!"
Lunox:"Oh.. That's the mind blowing part..
And yes I did. I was dead serious about it. Cause I love this world and I wouldn't let progress be blocked by this unhealthy environmental war.."
Caesar:"I see what you... You're a great person for being selfless. But that's not even it."
Lunox:"Really!?"
Caesar:"It also says your power and the aftermath of your sacrificial...
Your Body was sent in the middle of your current galaxy the goddess is holding in this timeline. She will be sleeping for a long time, but it's a legend who am I kinding."
Lunox:"You know that legend was true... So who wrote it?"
Caesar:"That's not even the part they knew... 
A new handwriting is overwritten on the legend part it said. 'It's true and not a legend, Lunox had one power with dreamscaping and Astral Projection. But as for her Astral Projection. Her mind exploring places she knew and her mind transferres her constantly as she travel looking for answers. I believe that this is impossible for Lunox to be read by herself unless she got company to expand her Astral Projection correctly. Whoever you are person if you find Lunox help her and read this for her would you her mother is very worried about her. - Lunox's Mother'. Woah.. "
Lunox:"Mom.... *sobbing* I'm *sob* really sorry. *crys*."
Caesar:"Here let me accompany you for your mother and yourself."

Lunox kept crying about forgetting about her mother's reaction if she did this. She prioritise the world first and didn't get reconsidered by her mother. As for her Mother knows what's best for her and everyone even if it means losing her as her being everything to Lunox's Mother. 
Caesar hugged Lunox comforting her while Lunox is whinning about being ignorant to her mother. She kept sobbing and saying "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Repeatedly. 
Caesar :" As much as I'm happy and sad for you at the same time. I really wanna know how your mother knows about your power so much."
Lunox:"Can put that question aside please..." 
Caesar:"Of course..." 

As Caesar comforted her and hugged her as they are sadden by each other. The Dream finally shuttered and transferred them back to Erodith. 

As they were closing their eyes not caring for anything at the moment. Erodith was talking to Esmeralda. 

Erodith:"Oh come on.. Your requesting the same thing all over again, Esme."
Esmeralda:"Um I'm sorry, but I can't deal with Khufra's reign from terror and threats to the universe."
Erodith:".... I've told you this before that Khufra's reign is not my business. Plus Lunox and Caesar might help you if you convince them."
Esmeralda:"Is it hard? who are they actually... I only recognise Lunox but Caesar is someone I don't recall."
Erodith:"Oh Esme, you never met him before you know. In any Dimension or anything."
Esmeralda:I've knew him after me travelling to millions of dimensions?"
Erodith:" Their more than the value of undecillion you know..."
Esmeralda:"Where are they..." 
Erodith:"Over there. Being cute like a couple together."
Esmeralda:"... Not gonna give a word about that."

A request from the astrologer what adventure awaits for them to be closer...

(To be continued...)

Lunox attempts to wake up from an eternal dream.
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The moment after Qin Wentian and the rest stepped into the windstorm tempest, they felt powerful blades of cold wind gusting about. They immediately circulated their Astral Energy, protecting their bodies. 

For Stellar Martial Cultivators, their bodies were inherently weaker. Only demonic beasts were an exception.

It was impossible if one wanted to use their physical body to withstand the tempest. Maybe with his powerful physique, Qin Wentian could just barely withstand it, but it would still be impossible for him to do so without aid from circulating his Astral Energy.
Within the tempest, Qin Wentian held onto Mo Qingcheng’s hands, as they walked shoulder to shoulder, advancing slowly ahead. Their bodies were shrouded in the brilliant glow of Astral Light, and they could feel that the rate of Astral Energy consumption was incredibly fast. This was also the reason behind the deaths of the earlier cultivators. Luckily, Qin Wentian and the rest all had Stellar Fruits to replenish their energy reserves.
“Qingcheng, we should consume the Stellar Fruits in advance,” Qin Wentian spoke in a loud voice to Mo Qingcheng beside him, trying to drown out the keen of the wind. Mo Qingcheng nodded her head; they had already crossed a third of the path, and upon consuming the Stellar Fruits, their energy reserves were restored to the brim.

An hour later, their bodies filled with fatigue, Qin Wentian and the rest finally breached the final barrier, as they heaved a sigh of relief.
“How beautiful.” The pretty eyes of Mo Qingcheng gazed ahead. The celestial lake formed a total of seven celestial pools, and each pool was surrounded by sky-high, towering astral stone pillars. The pillars seemed to reach out to the constellations above in the Heavens, causing the shimmering, beautiful starlight to cascade downwards. Nothing more beautiful could be imagined.
This scene, was akin to something in a dream. It was truly gorgeous.
“The Celestial Lake.” Those from the Mystic Moon Hall and Ouyang Kuangsheng had arrived. Smiles could be seen flickering in their eyes as they locked gazes. After all, it was because of their joint alliance that enabled them to reach this place. The entire journey wasn’t easy, indeed.
Qin Wentian pulled Mo Qingcheng along, walking towards the three cultivators from the Mystic Moon Hall. Looking at the veiled lady, he smiled, “Thank you.”
Qin Wentian, when gazing upon the veiled lady, observed that while her eyes were extremely bright and clear, it was as though there were some emotions still left unspoken within them. This caused Qin Wentian to be bewildered, did he know this lady?
“No problem.” The veiled lady lowered her head as she lightly replied.
Qin Wentian nodded, as he cast a glance towards Ouyang Kuangsheng. And just when he was about to speak, Ouyang Kuangsheng interjected with a laugh. “I’m Ouyang Kuangsheng from the Azure Continent. Although we really are friends now, no matter what it would be better to introduce ourselves again.”
“I’m Qin Wentian, from Chu, a country under the administration of the Nine Mystical Palace.”
 Qin Wentian smiled as he nodded to Ouyang Kuangsheng, his countenance at peace, his eyes extremely clear, a total contrast from how demonic he had looked earlier.
“How unexpected. To think you originate from a country under the administration of the Nine Mystical Palace.” Ouyang Kuangsheng had never heard of Chu before, but he knew of the Nine Mystical Palace. Who would have thought that a small country under the administration of the Nine Mystical Palace actually produced such a heaven-defying genius.
“Haha enough of this, let’s get straight to the task at hand.” Ouyang Kuangsheng laughed as he gazed ahead, looking at the celestial pools. Everyone nodded their heads as they strode forwards in the direction of the celestial pools. The radiance of inexhaustible amounts of starlight could be seen shimmering within the pools.
“I’m going in.” Ouyang Kuangsheng stepped into one of the celestial pools beside him. The instant he stepped in, the stone pillars surrounding the celestial pool began to flicker with resplendent brilliance, as they actually started to shift. Due to the abundance of Astral Energy, an almost oppressive atmosphere manifested. Ouyang Kuangsheng’s figure could no longer be seen, his whole figure hidden by a screen made from motes of beautiful Astral Light.
“Let us enter as well,” Qin Wentian spoke to Mo Qingcheng, as they respectively stepped into two other celestial pools.
Two females from the Mystic Moon Hall also stepped inside the other remaining celestial pools, leaving only the veiled lady behind. A teardrop rolled down her face, as she saw Qin Wentian stepping into a celestial pool. However, she was smiling behind her veil. Her tears, were tears of happiness.
“Wentian gege.”
A light crisp voice rang out, the sound of a young woman.
The veiled lady lifted one of her hands to wipe away the traces of tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She was truly happy, she had finally managed to be of help to her Wentian gege.
In the span of a year, she had suffered many ordeals and also finally met her master, who brought her to the Mystic Moon Hall located in the Spirit Continent. Her master was extremely strict towards her, but she knew that it was all for her own good. However, with no kin by her side, abruptly being thrust into such a life made her feel tired, so very tired.
It truly felt good to see her Wentian gege again.
“Wentian gege, although I really wish to have a good chat with you, I can’t do so now. My master is excessively strict with me and she would surely find out. I could only secretly arrange for Gu Xing to travel to Chu to help you back then. After knowing that all is well with you and that you even managed to become the champion of the Jun Lin Banquet, I’m truly happy. Just like everything I’ve ever imagined you to be, your radiance is finally shining.”
The young lady murmured to herself, she was only able to use such roundabout methods to ‘speak’ with Qin Wentian.
“Mmm, right, you will be even more illustrious in the future. Not only in Chu, not only in the nine states cities, even the Grand Xia Empire will have your story.” The young lady smiled as she finally stepped into one of the celestial pools. Swiftly after, her silhouette couldn’t be seen any longer, as the screen materialised from motes of Astral Light surrounded her.
Qin Wentian wasn’t aware of how the veiled lady murmured to herself. After stepping into the celestial pool, he could sense how saturated with Astral Energy the pool was. Inclining his head and gazing at the Heavens, he could see starlight cascading downwards, flowing down through the astral stone pillars. This kind of sensation felt extremely marvellous, and it was like Heaven when compared to the hellish torture they underwent in the windstorm tempest.
Qin Wentian sat down cross-legged, as he entered into his dreamscape. One of the effects of the Great Dreamcast Art he was cultivating, was the tremendous boost to his cultivation speed when he cultivating through his dreams.
Releasing his Astral Souls, columns and columns of Astral Light shot into his Astral Souls. After the grinding and refinement of his Astral Souls, the Astral Light was converted into Astral Energy before once more flowing into his body. Gradually, the Astral Energy stored within his body filled up to the point of overflowing, as the energy started to stimulate the arterial pathways, meridians and energy channels of his entire body.
Gushing sounds rang out, as each of his nine arterial pathways roared. Over here, it felt as though Astral Energy was unlimited in supply. Wouldn’t he be letting himself down if he didn’t do his utmost to absorb it all?
Qin Wentian understood very well that for Stellar Martial Cultivators, especially during the Body Refinement and Arterial Circulation Realm, levelling up basically depended on the amount of Astral Energy one’s body could hold. The accumulation of Astral Energy was paramount, if one wanted to breakthrough. However, once one steps into Yuanfu, breaking through to the next level would no longer have such a heavy dependence on the amount of Astral Energy gathered any longer.
After all, when one steps into Yuanfu, the capacity of one’s Yuanfu will be determined at the time of formation. At most, Yuanfus could only be filled to the brim, and any excess energy after that limit was reached, would be impossible for the cultivator to absorb. If one wanted to breakthrough to the next level, they would need to increase the capacity of their Yuanfu, and this wasn’t something that could be accomplished by merely absorbing Astral Energy. This was also the reason why the celestial lake was so attractive to peak Arterial Circulation Realm, as well as early stage Yuanfu Realm cultivators.
The dip into the celestial pools lasted three days. Qin Wentian could feel his arterial pathways all expanding to their limits. He was only one step away from the formation of his Yuanfu.
At that moment, he opened his eyes, as Astral Light flickered within.

“I’ve already passed the test of the Refinement Grounds, but where was the secret hidden by the Azure Emperor? Could it be that I truly have to look for Fairy Qingmei?” Qin Wentian bitterly smiled. As a nameless nobody, how could he even get an audience with Fairy Qingmei?
Rubbing his interspatial ring, the map of Dicang appeared in his hands. There shouldn’t be any mistakes, the place marked on the map should be the Celestial Lake Palace.
“Huh?” At this moment, Qin Wentian’s heart trembled. The map of Dicang suddenly began to glow with a resplendent light. Under the cascading starlight, many ancient-looking words appeared on the map’s flipside, as it suddenly floated up into the air. The words were all formed by the starlight.
This was the real map that would lead to the secret of the Azure Emperor, Dicang! When the Azure Emperor drew that map, it was merely supposed to act as a cover. The flipside of the map, which was totally blank before, was actually the real map! Only under the intense radiance of starlight from the celestial pool would the ancient words show themselves.
Such a discovery left Qin Wentian thunderstruck.
“Art of the Nine Astrarium.” Qin Wentian breathed as he gazed at the floating underside of the map of Dicang. This was a cultivation art, a beyond heavenly-defying cultivation art that would enable one to cultivate up to nine Yuanfus.
The secret of the Azure Emperor, was real!
Qin Wentian  studied the map with seriousness as he imprinted the words into his mind. Currently, great waves billowed about in his heart; everyone in the cultivation world could only cultivate a single Yuanfu, but users of the Art of Nine Astrarium were required to cultivate a total of nine Yuanfus.
Not only that, this art could only be cultivated when one was still in the Arterial Circulation Realm. The user must cultivate their first Yuanfu according to the methods stated in the cultivation art, after which, such a Yuanfu would eventually birth a second Yuanfu, while the second Yuanfu would birth a third Yuanfu.
The number of Yuanfus directly correlated to the numbers of Astral Souls a cultivator has. Usually, at the Yuanfu Realm, ordinary cultivators would condense a total of three Astral Souls. This meant that if one lacked the talent, one would be stuck in the Yuanfu Realm. With only three Astral Souls, at most they would only be able to cultivate three Yuanfus.
Other than this, after the Astral Souls were placed within the Yuanfus to be nurtured, that particular Yuanfu would only be able to absorb Astral Energy directly from the constellation the Astral Soul was condensed from. For example, if Qin Wentian chose to nurture the Heavenly Hammer Astral Soul into his first Yuanfu, he would only be able to absorb the Astral Energy that emanated out from the Heavenly Hammer Constellation. This also applied to Astral Light that was converted into Astral Energy by his Heavenly Hammer Astral Soul.
“After I master the Art of Nine Astrarium, I would then have three Yuanfus when I’m at the Yuanfu Realm. In this case, wouldn’t that mean the amount of Astral Energy I possess would be three times more, compared to others?” Qin Wentian trembled with anticipation.
Wouldn’t it be an extremely simple thing for him to slaughter Yuanfu level opponents just by stepping into Yuanfu?
During that time, if he wanted to kill Ye Wuque, it would be akin to squashing an ant. How could he not be excited about this?
With these thoughts in mind, Qin Wentian immediately started on his cultivation. It was very clear to him that there was no other place in this world that would be better suited to cultivate the Art of Nine Astrarium. Perhaps, this piece of map wasn’t drawn by Dicang, but rather, he had discovered it within this place instead. This may also be the real reason why Fairy Qingmei wanted to claim possession of the place, building the Celestial Lake Palace to monopolise the celestial lake.
If that was the case, it further reaffirmed his earlier conjecture that Azure Emperor Dicang had never broken up with Fairy Qingmei at all. Everything was a farce orchestrated by them, both suffering so much emotionally, taking numerous actions borne of necessity before everyone would believe that Fairy Qingmei hated the Azure Emperor to the core. The story of what exactly happened back then, would definitely be an extremely moving tale.
Qin Wentian didn’t know that at this very moment, Fairy Qingmei was watching his every move. After the passage of a few thousand years, a suitable successor had finally appeared!
 


In the Province of the Nine Skies, far above the heavens, there exists Nine Galaxies of Astral Rivers made up of countless constellations interwoven together. For Martial Cultivators, they could form an innate link with one of the constellations, awaken their Astral Soul, and transform into a Stellar Martial Cultivator.

Legend has it that, the strongest cultivators in the Province of the Nine Skies, were beings that could open an astral gate every time they advanced into a new realm. Their talent in cultivation was such that they could even establish innate links with constellations that existed in a layer higher than the Nine Layers of Heavens, eventually transforming into the heaven-defying and earth-shattering power known as the War God of the Nine Heavens.

Qin Wentian is the MC of this story. How could a guy, with a broken set of meridians, successfully cultivate? There were countless Stellar Martial Cultivators, as there were countless constellations in the vast starry skies. What he wanted to be, was the brightest constellation of all, shining dazzlingly in the vast starry skies. 

Now that I feel as though I did enough studying (which I probably didn't), I thought it was time that I started finding some things to get my hands dirty with. But what do I start with? Do I start with the basics or do I learn the basics as I try to do something more advanced? Why not both?

When you think of a mage, who do you think of? Constantine? Dr. Strange? Gandalf? Harry Potter, maybe? Personally, I kinda prefer the image of Constantine since he seems more realistic. So I thought okay well, how would one interact with the spirit realm? I don't seem to possess any psychic abilities that will help me see in the spiritual realm nor can I travel to the astral realm, and both seem like quite necessary skills to have as a mage so why not make those my end goals?

During my weekend of learning how to help victims of ritual abuse, I learned that time flows differently in the astral realm. So I thought, maybe if I can learn how to travel in the astral realm then maybe I can go back in time and somehow find a way to protect my mom from the abuse she had to needlessly suffer as a child. It seemed simple enough in my head.

So now that I had my end goal in mind, it was time to find a way to reach it. I started reading up on astral travel. I read books and web sites. I watched YouTube videos. Pretty much anything I could get my hands on, except for things that didn't quite seemed logical. As a rule, I tried avoiding anything new age. So, if I saw even one mention of crystals I ran.

In one of the books I read, I found a "simple" technique to achieve astral travel. It involved recording a guided meditation audio, to help me relax, and then after I was relaxed I had to slowly work on disconnecting my astral body from my physical one. I asked the girl I liked to record the audio for me because what's more calming than the voice of the person you had a crush on? So one evening I waited till everyone in my family was asleep (because my parents would definitely not approve of my new hobby), I put my pillow on the ground, got my earphones and lay on my back. I did this on the floor because I didn't want to fall asleep. I merely wanted to be in a relaxed state. I listened to the guided meditation and then proceded to disconnecting my astral body from my physical body. I started with my hands and tried to move my astral hands without moving my physical hands. Not sure how long that lasted but I ended up falling asleep. I retried the same technique a few times, all with the same results.

I eventually stumbled upon a hypnosis audio on YouTube that claims to be able to help achieve astral travel with no work from my side. So I figure, hell why not? What's the worst that could happen? So that evening I again waited till everyone in my family was asleep, I put my pillow on the ground, got my earphones and lay on my back. As I listened to the track I started getting the sensation of my head sinking back into my pillow and my body sinking into the floor. THIS WAS GREAT! Finally, I was starting to get somewhere. Sadly my excitement kinda broke the relaxed state and thus I decided to call it a night. After skipping one night I tried again in the same way as before. This time I didn't experience any sinking sensation but rather it was as though someone was shining a light in my face, although when I opened my eyes there was no one there, and yet when my eyes are closed I saw pretty much only white. This was alarming because my room was pitch black with no light from the street lamps shining in. Sadly I got too excited again and broke meditation again. I tried using this method again on a few other occasions but my excitement kept getting the best of me.

This was not working, I need to learn some self-control.

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