Rune's Prose & Poetries

LUCID DREAMS

my wandering crazy mind is just doodling in the sands...

it's just me ...this is a collection of my amateurish writings of poetry, short stories, and prose...

These are all short stories compilation a different story per chapter.

WARNING: Adult contents, please be advised that you're reading EROTICA


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Lucid dreams, dreams that we can control and experience things that are not possible in reality, such as flying. James used it for his own fantasy, trapped within the bitterness of losing his parents, that was his relief, but after buying a book on a whim, his dreams were never the same.

Lucid dreaming sounded like a shady thing. No proper research organization had done any extensive research on it. The human brain was extremely complicated, and scientists hadn't even figured out how consciousness had come to be. Needless to say, subconscious consciousness was even less understood. 
Zhang Zian clarified with Famous, "Of course, I don't believe in this. That repeated practicing can make you forget the boundaries between dreams and reality… This is just like something out of a fantasy novel. Only Wang Qian and Li Kun would believe in something like that. But saying that repeated practice would be able to help you control the outcomes of your dreams… I wouldn't dare deny it completely."
"So you mean to say that there's such a possibility?" Famous asked.
Zhang Zian hesitated for a bit before nodding. "I don't think we can completely rule it out."
Famous sank into deep thought.
"Even though scientists haven't researched lucid dreaming much, there is something similar—the VR games that many fantasy books mention," Zhang Zian added. "Both of these allow the human body to experience things that they would never be able to in real life, or to experience something that has a high cost in real life easily in VR…"
"Isn't that great?" Famous asked. "Since a very small amount of people in the real world can take control of a huge amount of resources and wealth, isn't it a good thing to let normal people experience power and wealth through things like lucid dreaming and VR games?"
"If it's just once or twice, just occasionally, then it's fine. But, in most fantasy books, most VR gamers eventually end up too immersed in the virtual world, unwilling to surface," Zhang Zian warned. "Because of how amazing the virtual world is, the real world becomes boring to them, unappealing and unattractive. Some of them willingly let go of the real world… You can only experience VR games once or twice, but in order to be good at lucid dreaming, you have to continuously practice it, and it has a risk of addiction, causing a disappointment in reality." 
Even though some dreams helped people to calm down, dreams were just that—dreams. They were not reality, and it wouldn't be good to be too obsessed. 
Famous understood the message between the lines. "I got it. I will be careful."
In its dream, it knew that it was dreaming, but it had always been hesitant about changing the direction of the dream. For example, there was the dream that showed up according to Old Time Tea's memories. What was outside the scope of its memories? Was it white, unfinished pictures like an uncompleted video game, or was it a deep abyss of which you couldn't see the end? 
It didn't know, and it hadn't tried to find out.
But it didn't know what had happened to cause its hesitation to decrease and its confidence to inflate drastically, pushing him to venture into the unknown. For example…
In Old Time Tea's memories, there were definitely no traces of 20th century Europe. If Famous kept walking west while in the dream, what would happen? What would it see?
If Famous had really succesfully reached Europe, in the midst of the war, would it see its young self?
No! Not its young self—it was the young Rin Tin Tin!
Famous jolted, shaking its head to wake itself up. It was too deep into the character, and it had almost mixed itself up with Rin Tin Tin again.
It had played Rin Tin Tin for too long. The movie company staff had asked it to imitate Rin Tin Tin in every breath and every step. Deng Ken often carried it to repeat how it had carried the young Rin Tin Tin out of the fire years ago… After some time, it became almost like brainwashing. 
The other elfins started to come downstairs too. Zhang Zian opened the curtains and windows to air the room out before picking up his phone from beside his pillow to check his unread messages. 
He had been pulled into several groups and had a lot of unread messages. Nearly twenty to thirty people added him as friends every day. Some of them were customers, some of them fans of the films, some of them reporters, and some of them government officials. He had to filter through them before adding some of them as friends.
Peng Xuan had sent him several messages at around one in the morning. 
Zhang Zian thought he might have some important issues to discuss, so he opened those messages first.
Peng Xuan: "Hey Zhang, are you asleep?
Peng Xuan: I have good news. Our movie finally premiered after getting delayed twice. The preliminary numbers for our box office sales are out. Guess what the number is!
Peng Xuan: Alright, guess you're already asleep. There's not many youngsters that sleep so early like you. I wanted you to guess, but I suppose I should just tell you directly. I'll get insomnia if I keep it to myself. 
Peng Xuan: One billion!
Peng Xuan: Isn't it shocking? Everyone in the production crew was extremely shocked. Our budget for production and marketing wasn't even half a billion, and a part of it was additional marketing fees that we got after the award. This is like a dream!
Peng Xuan: Alright, I'm going to sleep. My wife nagged at me several times, but I think I'll still lose sleep tonight.
Peng Xuan: The crew's preparing for a celebration dinner. Are you able to come?
Peng Xuan: Hope to see your reply! Tell Famous hi for me! Good night!"
Zhang Zian finished reading the messages, surprise and excitement bubbling in his heart. Even though they had all thought that the box office results wouldn't be bad—they could see this from the number of fans coming into the shop to take photos with Famous every day, some of them even coming from miles away just to tell Famous how impactful the movie had been for them—no one had guessed that they would have one billion sales!
One billion—they could almost squeeze into the top ten movies in China for the year. For a movie with a dog as its main character, this was a never-before-seen accomplishment.
Besides, even though those results were nothing compared to extremely popular movies, the response from the overseas market was surprisingly good. Several countries had already brought the movie in. If everything went well, they could get another wave of profit from overseas.
The other messages were mostly congratulations from the production crew or other directors or producers that had wanted to work with them. Even the main producer Nie Yuan had sent him a few customary congratulations… It was fine just skimming through them, since he could just send all of them a general message back. Some of them were just fair-weather friends, after all.
After reading all of his messages, Zhang Zian had wanted to lock his phone, start washing up, and tell Famous the good news too.
Right then, another message popped up.
[Game notice]: Congratulations! Your reincarnated dog has collected enough belief points and can level up now!


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Lucid was now able to manipulate the temperature of a given area, though he couldn't maintain it for very long. He actually couldn't maintain any of his magic for very long, whether friction or fire or enlargement. After a set amount of time, the magic would simply wear off or be canceled. The one exception had been the wall of fire, which had stayed up for a considerable period of time. Still, it had drained him of all his strength and Lucid knew that it had been the price to pay.

Regardless of all this, Lucid had succeeded in another type of magic, and he was very proud of himself. He returned to class right as classes were about to resume and noticed a purple jacket hung over one of the chairs. The more he practiced it, the more he realized how wondrous magic was, but it still paled in comparison to this world's technological advances. They were a result of countless years of countless experiences and had shaped this world into one where magic was wholly unneeded.

****

"Well then, could you give us a brief explanation of this IQ test?"
"Oh, of course," the doctor answered. He seemed a bit nervous, but hours of practice helped him get into a more comfortable position. "This test, formally known as the Wechsler Intelligence Scale, is one of the most widely used tests to measure IQ. In today's case, we used the Wechsler Intelligence Scale for Children (WISC), which is used to test children between the ages of 6 to 15. The child in question achieved a score of 124. That puts him in the top 7%, so we can see right away that he has a remarkable IQ. That being said, if we consider the fact that most "prodigies" have an IQ of 130, which is the top 2%, it'd be a bit of a stretch to call him a prodigy."

It was a disappointing answer, especially for the filming crew. Wang considered all the changes that needed to be made to the storyline, while Producer Jang continued to ask questions to stretch the video length.

"Could you analyze the results in more detail, please?" he asked, signaling his team to insert subtitles for this portion when the video was to be released.
"Well, if you look at all the individual results, he achieved astounding scores in most of the categories. Especially here, in math, vocabulary, and comprehension. This tells us that he's especially adept in language. On the other hand, he only achieved above average scores when it came to performance. This means that he spends a lot of time reading, which allowed him to develop his perception, awareness, and understanding skills."

As Wang circled keywords such as "reading" and "IQ development," Jang quickly scribbled down "regular vs hardworking prodigy" next to her notes, underlining the phrases for added emphasis. It didn't take long for Wang to catch on to what he was saying. A self-made prodigy, who worked hard and studied his way to reach an extraordinary level of intelligence, would make a much more interesting story than just a regular prodigy.

"Thank you for your time, doctor." Jang said, wrapping up the interview.
"Thank you for having me."

Once the interview was done, the staff hurriedly left the hospital to reach their next destination: Seoul Science High School. Thankfully, the physics teacher there had agreed to meet with the crew to discuss things. Thinking of it, people were much more willing to appear on television before. Now, with how dangerous things could get, they were more than careful about having their face revealed to the public. This only made work harder for filming crews, as they had to go from place to place to find someone, anyone, willing to help them and to find appropriate shooting locations as well.

Nayeon turned to Lucid, who was waiting in the car, and smiled. "Aren't you tired?" she asked. "You got up so early and had to take a bunch of tests."
"I'm okay," Lucid answered.
"Really? It's gotten so cold, and I feel terrible for dragging you around like this. But the next shoot is the last one for today, so we'll all get to go home and rest. Are you up for it?"

Truthfully speaking, Lucid wasn't cold at all, and he had fun with the IQ test. He had heard that they would now be meeting with a physics teacher from a science high school. Wouldn't that be much more fun? Indeed, he wasn't tired at all. He was excited.

"Is everyone here? Let's go!"

When they reached the school, the physics teacher (cleanly dressed, hair neatly parted, and wearing thick-framed glasses) greeted hem in front of one of the science laboratories.

"So, I've heard you have an interest in physics!" he said to Lucid, smiling warmly. Indeed, the teacher was of the firm belief that looking at a child's eyes, glimmering with curiosity and the need to learn, was a teacher's privilege, pride, and calling.

"Yes," answered Lucid.
"What have you been studying recently?"
"Right now, I'm trying to learn more about changes in temperature, but there weren't many books covering it. Before that, I was really interested in friction."

It was a pity to say the least. If only this child had been given adequate resources or even put in a more helpful enviroment, he would have been able to explore all the fields he wished to. But living in an institute, as the teacher had heard, had its limitations. A pity, indeed.

"Is there anything you'd like to ask?"
"A few, actually. I'd like to know more real life examples of how friction is used, both in fields where it is and isn't a necessary factor. I'd also like to know the observable changes given an extreme coefficient of friction. For example, when a motor is running, some energy is lost due to friction. So if the coefficient of friction were zero, the energy lost would also be approximately zero, increasing the motor's efficiency. I wonder if that efficiency will render the motor close to a perpetual motion machine, or if other factors prevent the formation of a true perpetual motion machine."

A perpetual motion machine was a thing of interest for anyone interested in physics, and Lucid's curiosity on the subject showed how young he truly was. He's still in first grade, the teacher reminded himself. Still, it wasn't this teacher's first time dealing with prodigies like Lucid. He had encountered many, actually, for various reasons, and even in this school, many of the students were truly gifted.

"Well, before we can try to understand friction, we have to learn about force and energy. Have you learned about those?"
"To be honest, I believe I don't know that much about them. I'm not quite sure how much I know, but sometimes I get the concepts confused while I'm reading, and sometimes I don't understand what the text is saying at all. So I can only say that I know for sure that I don't know much about either."
"Understanding what you do and don't know is a very important step in learning. I commend you for that. So, I'll explain both force and energy to you, and then we can talk about the scenario you told me about. How does that sound?"
"That sounds wonderful."

And so the lesson carried on calmly, peacefully, and Producer Jang was left to gnaw at his nails. It was obvious that this child possessed a level of intelligence far superior to that of his peers, even if his IQ score wasn't exceptionally high as to be considered a prodigy. Still, if you tweaked the story here and there, threw in some opinions by professionals, and focused on the "hardworking prodigy" angle, it would make for a pretty good segment. The only problem was that the current proceedings were, frankly, quite boring. He wanted (no, needed) impact, but there was no impact anywhere in the vicinity. He turned around to assess his team's reactions, and when he met eyes with Wang, he knew that she had the same worries.

"Let's take a short break. Is that alright?"
"Oh, of course."

The teacher shrugged and sat down next to Lucid, ruffling his hair. "I heard you studied all this by yourself. It must have been hard."
"It wasn't, not really. It just takes me a while, but I do understand it in the end. Even if I don't get it at first, if I keep studying, then one day I might. That's what I thought. All the middle school and high school students understand it, don't they?"

When the crew had approached him before shooting started, the teacher had assumed that Lucid would be an avid learner, with a strong need to learn and learn. However, now that he had sat down with the boy and talked, he found that Lucid was actually in no rush at all, and rather took things slowly and persevered. Perhaps that was why he wanted to help this boy so much.

"Can I ask what you'd like to be when you grow up?"
"I'm not sure yet," Lucid said nonchalantly.
"Why?"
"Because what I like and what I can do are two very different things."

The teacher couldn't shake the feeling that Lucid reminded him very much of his own son, with the way he talked. He also wondered whether living in an institute was preventing him from freely persuing his dreams, or, worse yet, even having dreams in the first place.

"What got you interested in physics?" the teacher asked again.
"Hmm... I just thought that physics was a science that allowed you to perceive the truth between everyday phenomena. I think it's very important to perceive such truths."

After all, perceiving the truth was the only way to get close to Latio and cast magic. Lucid left this bit out, which was a very wise decision indeed. The teacher was finding more and more things in common between the strange child and his son, and if Lucid were to find out that this was due to the son going through "eighth grade syndrome,*" he might have gotten quite upset.

Regardless, the teacher sat with this eighth grade syndrome first grader and exchanged many questions and answers while waiting for filming to resume. In the meantime, Jang and Wang hurried to a corner to discuss alternatives.

"I mean, won't the child himself be enough of a sensation?" said Wang carefully. Honestly, coming up with a whole different story on the spot would be no easy feat, and though the younger writers were working hard to come with something, she could practically hear the cogs in their heads creaking under the strain.
"He could be, but the footage we have right now doesn't have any impact."
"Do we really have to use his face?"

If it came to that, they could just focus on his looks by shooting his face at different angles. The camera director nodded in agreement, but Jang wasn't wholly convinced.

"There's a limit to that. If we have no concrete story, the viewers will be pissed, and they will let us know they're pissed. What if we were to throw a curveball at him, and then show how he gets around to solving problems?"
"The issue is that he doesn't have a well-rounded understanding of math and physics. He knows what he knows, and the rest is average at best."
"For now, we have to finish today's shoot. The school won't let us stay forever."

As always, time worked against them, and shooting began again. The teacher briefly explained force and energy, writing down some formulas on the board and providing examples for easy understanding. Lucid was as focused as ever, branding everything the teacher was saying into his brain.

"Excuse me, sir." Jang interrupted. "Do you have any physics experiments prepared? Something we could try right this moment. Viewers might be a bit bored if you just teach him theories all day."
"We do actually have a friction experiment set up. It's to test the difference in efficiency between two motors with different coefficients of friction. Those students there are just getting it ready, so we should be able to conduct an experiment now."

Jang went over the plan with Lucid to get his consent and immediately prepared to film the experiment, which consisted of observing the difference in rotations between two different metal rods, each attached to motors spinning at the same rate. This experiment allowed students to record exact numbers, which in turn helped them figure out how much energy was lost during the transition from electric energy to spinning energy. The difference in lost energy would thus explain how much friction affected the transfer of energy. As Lucid listened to the explanation for the experiment, he found himself completely taken by the fact that he would be able to observe changes with precise numbers, rather than having to guess.

"Sir, would it be possible to observe the changes caused by the lowest possible coefficient of friction?" he asked. This was another point of interest for him, after all.
"Hmm... Yes, of course." The teacher answered. "It's a test commonly carried out by lubricant companies. We add a bit of lubricating oil to a metal rod, compare it to a non-lubricated rod, and figure out the efficiencies for both. That's also how they test and compare oils from different companies to see which is most effective."
"Could we do that here?"
"Yes, as long as we don't show the brand name. Isn't that right, producer?"

As they weren't funded by any of the lubricant companies, and this experiment was carried out solely for the purpose of learning, Jang agreed that there would be no issues. Rather, he thought that it would make for splendid footage. As everyone prepared to carry out the experiment, Lucid was hit with sudden curiosity. The lubricating oil, after all, would only help reduce the coefficient of friction, not render it to zero.

"Then," he thought, "wouldn't I be able to calculate the results if I used magic to turn the coefficient of friction to zero?"

He would only need to sneak it in during the experiment with the lubricating oil. None of the people present would even notice, but the results would be more than meaningful for him.


<Clash (5)> End.


*eighth grade syndrome: also known as chyuunibyou, it refers to a phase in life where teens experience delusions of grandeur, to the point of convincing themselves that they are special and/or have special powers and abilities.

A boy who was living an ordinary life in another world suddenly came to the present world.

Social systems, way of life and morals... They have all changed.

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

All I see is white. Bright white lights, bright white floor, bright white coats, bright white empty smiles, bright white ceilings... you get the picture. I close my eyes and breath in deep. Even the smell, you can tell, is bright white and full of medicine. All you hear is footsteps, whispered unintelligible words, keyboards, and hydraulics moving things up and down. When I say I can see colors, everyone else sees shades of gray. They can tell what's dark or light, but not the color. I've been living this what you call life for 30 years. The first 10 was awesome, I had people just like me all around. We had bunk beds, sleep overs, movies, everything a kid would want. Slowly people stopped coming. As we grew older some died, like a lot with all honesty, only very few of us are alive. So they want us to mate. I'm laughing as I say this because it's ridiculous. I remember back in the day we did this for endangered species. Not only am I one of the few who sees colors, I'm also one of the few my height and I have lucid dreams. Like really really lucid. I get hooked into a machine so that they can draw energy from my dreams. My dreams have helped make some extraordinary things. My favorite is a hover bike, that comes from a pill form. Remember Dragon Ball? When Bulma gets things from her pill box and it's full of amazing gadgets?! In my dream, somehow I was super smart and made these. So when they had my hooked up, they extracted my energy and memory of how I made it. It doesn't look like it but I'm a genius, somewhere inside my head. I'm not really 33, I was taken from the past and brought back. I have already lived a full adult life, had kids, had grand kids, two dogs, a cat, and a wonderful husband. I signed up for an experimental treatment for my eyes and they found I had this "condition."

They went to the past, stole me from my mama and raised me up here. How do I remember? Those lucid dreams. I don't honestly know if it's real, but if feels so real. I can't even talk about this to my therapist, they'll think I malfunctioned and boom, I'm dead. They went to the past to steal multiple kids they thought would have it, they gambled a lot. Lots of children died on the experiment. I survived mainly because I showed less emotions, I was compliant, I have a high threshold to pain, and they knew I had a "condition." If I didn't go for that experimental treatment, would I have been here? Am I really from the past? Are my dreams even real? Why do they keep doing this, are they looking for something? Oh my god, is that a donut?! I opened my eyes and see a tray next to that gross doctors. 
"Stop calling me gross doctor," he said as he handed me a donut, "it's Karen." 
"Karen is a girls name," I laughed as I grabbed the donut, "your a big burly dude, like a dothraki. You need dothraki name. Your new name is Lajatto, to fight."
"You can't change people's name on the spot," Lajatto said while pulling out the chart work, "my mom gave me that name, I think."
"I'm older than you Lajatto," I said while putting on my robes, "I'm your mom now."
"Whatever makes you happy, number 14," he said while typing on the computer. I sat on the gurney and got a bit sad. I have no name, even in my dreams I had no name. What did my mom call me when she gave birth to me?
"Lajatto," I said with a serious tone, "give me a name."
"What?" He said looking up.
"A powerful name," I smiled, "because I'm a warrior, proud and strong."
"Your a tiny little lady, who's like half everyone's size. Your like a half-ling. A strong half-ling," Lajatto said as he looked me up in down, "you are now Karen."
"What?!"
"You said it's a girls name, you are now Karen," Lajatto laughed as he strapped me in. 
"I refuse," I sighed, "you can't give me a warrior name like Karen? People are going to be like oh here comes Karen, the great and powerful. Who does that?!"
"Just breath," Lajatto smiles as he plugged me in. I breathed through the mask, counted backwards from 100 but I was out at 98. 
The white walls and floors disappeared. The ceiling flew off. The harness broke, more like slid off, and I was floating. My hair became long and flowing like the endless space, the machines evaporated and  I could hear Lajatto say "Sweet dreams Karen." I think I gave him the middle finger but I couldn't tell. I was back in my dreams.  I blinked for a bit, i felt grass between my toes, I smelled fresh green trees and warm sun. I could hear water. I opened my eyes and I was in a farm. I stepped back and stepped on cow dung, slipped and landed in a pile of straw.

First person encounter of what life is like living a million lives. Is there something more out there? Do we have to love in these four walls?

Seeing the look in Catherine's eyes, Joshua has a bad feeling. 
"You know, the look in your eyes is usually beautiful, yet sometimes it can be scary. This is one of those moments," he told her.
"Calm down, I'm not gonna yell at you," she said, chuckling, "Jacques just warned me about something else that we need to take care of."
"Is it related to their kidnapping?" 
"No, it's about you," she paused for a moment and added: "When he contacted me, he was assaulted by a wandering nightmare and said it's been lurking around me. However, I didn't have bad dreams recently. So, please tell me, have you been sleeping well lately?" 

Joshua gulped hearing this. Catherine saw that his fingers began to move rapidly out of nervosity. His face became quite pale 

"What… That's not possible." he blurted out. 

Ignoring Catherine, Joshua began thinking while walking around the room and biting one of his fingers. 
'Obviously, that nightmare she's talking about refers to the abomination. It's not supposed to appear unless I go to sleep. I thought I could avoid the issue by remaining awake. However, it attacked someone other than me which means it's not impossible it decides to go after Catherine should I choose to ignore it. Damn! This is all wrong, I made a big mistake!' 

Joshua was so focused he didn't hear Catherine talking to him. He suddenly dashed out the room. Catherine ran after him but he ignored her. She saw him enter the big laboratory containing all the creatures corpses. A few seconds later she entered the room as well and saw Joshua open the vat containing the body of Delilah. He dragged her corpse on the ground for a moment and placed it on a table.

'What did she do to me?' he thought. 'Could there be a rune still active, still after her death?' 

He launched a scan. From what he could tell, a few runes which were located in her brain. However, since he had murdered her by smashing her head, they were quite damaged. Even if her mental abilities originated or were amplified via those runes, it was impossible that they would be responsible for the current situation. All logic dictated that her death should have been the end of it. And yet, the little monstrosity had appeared in front of him afterward, he was clearly missing something. 

Joshua was so focused on the issue that he didn't notice that Catherine had joined him. She called his name a few times but he didn't seem to register it. Ultimately, she got annoyed and just grabbed his shoulder and yelled 'JOSHUA!!!!!!' in his ear. Only then did he realize she was there. 

"Oh… you're here," he said, weakly.
"What the hell are you doing? You're worrying me." 
"Trying to figure out the source of the problem."
"Well then, start by telling me what happened to you. I can't help you if you don't talk." 
"I'm sorry. I can't… I'll find a solution… Trust me." he replied, looking away. 
He clearly didn't dare to meet Catherine's gaze. She even saw his body react as he was getting shocked. Even Luna could tell he was irrational.

Catherine was getting angry. They were a team. They were supposed to face hardships together and yet Joshua was ignoring her. Surprising herself, she slapped him in the face. 
"I'm not leaving until you tell me what's going on. I don't know what that woman did to you but please, talk to me. I'm not gonna eat you." 

Her slap seemed to have some effect as Joshua finally looked at her. However, his usual cheerful expression was gone. Instead, his expression was filled with fear. Catherine had the impression he was like a little boy afraid to tell his parents he had done something bad. 

"I'm sorry."
That's all he said, leaving Catherine clueless about how to proceed. Did Joshua really have so little faith in her? She bit her lip and then realized that there was only one way out of this situation.  

"I see, I'll leave it to you then. Tell me if you change your mind" she said.
Joshua sighed with relief and turned his back to look at the body. Before he could start experimenting, however, he was suddenly hit in the back of the head and fell unconscious. 

Catherine quickly grabbed his falling body and gently placed it on the ground. 
"Seriously, I didn't want to do that but you leave me no choice," she said out loud, clearly unhappy. 

Joshua's body just had the strength of a regular human so overpowering it was a piece of cake for Catherine. He usually dismissed his physical form upon resting, but Catherine had dealt just enough damage to knock him out without causing his body to vanish. She had to act quickly. She lied down next to Joshua and closed her eyes. 
"Luna, show me the recording of Jacques hypnotizing me!" she ordered. 
[Video found. Now playing.] 
When she went into the dream world for the first time, Jacques had hypnotized her so she would fall asleep quickly and more easily enter a state of lucid dreaming. The recording existed from both hers and Joshua's angle. She obviously watched it from her angle as Jacques had used a pendulum to put her to sleep. Even though it was a mere recording, she focused on the pendulum and quickly slumbered away. 

Catherine found herself walking down the Royal Archives. She was looking for something and knew it was pretty urgent but she didn't remember what it was. She tried to find the archivist, but he wasn't behind his desk. She was confused and had no idea what she was doing here but if she was in the archives, she probably needed a book. She grabbed one from the shelves at random and tried to read it. It was all gibberish. The whole thing was familiar to her and she had a hunch. She pulled another book from the shelf and same result, the content was unreadable. A smile appeared on her face. 

'The no reading in a dream trick is pretty useful.' she thought. 

This was her third time lucid dreaming, so she was pretty used to it by now. The dream bubble she was in began to break apart and soon she found herself back in the laboratory, next to her sleeping self. Like her previous visit, the scene around her was a bit blurry when reflecting the real world. She looked around, the nightmare hadn't arrived yet. 

Joshua was still unconscious, it had only been about two minutes since she had hit that idiot. Knocking someone out isn't the same as sleeping though and Joshua wasn't currently dreaming. Still, since he wasn't conscious, whatever was tormenting him should act soon. 

Obviously, Catherine was unhappy with the situation, Joshua refusing her help was baffling. But the look in his eyes had convinced her, it wasn't something he could deal with on his own. She found herself subconsciously petting Joshua's hair. 
'Don't blame me for this, it's for your own good.' she said out loud. 

Suddenly the lights in the room started to flicker before shutting down. Catherine put her guard up. She would deal with this nightmare while watching over Joshua. 

The door to the lab opened and a small figure entered the place. The figure was hopping up and down as if it was playing around. Soon, Catherine caught a glimpse of it. It was a little girl. The girl waved at her as she approached. When she was about ten meters away, Catherine finally saw her face in detail. For some reason, she felt a vague sense of familiarity with this child but then realized the girl looked a lot like a small version of her. 
This confused her. Was that really what Joshua was afraid of? No, that couldn't be it. Catherine clearly felt this child was something much more sinister than the innocent appearance she gave off. 

When she arrived in front of Catherine, the girl looked up, smiled and merely said: 
"Hi Mommy!"

After dying, our main character found himself summoned by a young woman. She comes from a long line of summoners and had expected to partner up with a powerful being, like the rest of her family. Instead, she summoned a computer programmer, who from now on will be living inside her head. Powerless, he's unable to help her with the upcoming war. Disappointed that neither of them had been blessed by fate with some divine abilities, he decides to build a computer system inside her head himself.



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Choi Haru half japanese and half korean, currently at the beautiful age of 30, at the age of 25 his grandparents who own a bigass company assigned him as the president of OXA the countries 3rd richest business.

He graduated at Seoul University with high marks and even won all the martial arts competition he joined, he was good at every aspect be it cooking, dancing or singing he could do it all, he was the definition of perfect but all of this was the result of his hard work and all the anime's he watched that resulted in him being what he is now. He was called the young progidy of Seoul and the prince of Seoul because of his outstanding looks.

He had a slicked back grayish silver hair and his signature yellow eyes, he had a sophisticated yet sexy look his lips were luscious and pinkish. His eyelashes were naturally long and his eyebrows were sharp. He was about 180cm tall and his figure was like a models body.

He had a perfect life that one could only dream of but one thing bothered him for sure, he was handsome, smart and beautiful but why was he still a stinking VIRGIN?. he had dated almost a hundred women in his life all were exceptionally beautiful but why was he still a virgin? Except for the fact that he was a complete otaku there wasn't anything wrong with him. as a man that is the most shameful thing he should not be proud of.

_________

Back to the present time

A/n: ( ) is the inner thougths of the character

He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was a beautiful lady and a handsome guy ( not as handsome as me though ) cuddling each other and staring at him with disgust written on their faces.

" kill her this instant!!."

" (What!!!?)"

" Yes! Your highness."

" Wait!!, Wtf is the meaning of this!."

"Oh, my such vulgar words."

A man in the crowd whisphered, voicing his anger and hatred, the people seemed to approve his statement nodding there heads in agreement.

The handsome guy infront of him wore a gold cloak with a white polo shirt underneath and black pants that engulfed his lower body, the knights called him your highness so he should be one of those royalties in anime movies or more precisely a prince but that is not the problem right now the problem was what he was doing here.

" Your Highness what did I do wrong?."

" Feigning ignorance is such a cowardly thing to do."

Laughter spread the entire room, infront of everyone this so called prince is humilliating him, this is the first time that anyone has done that to him usually it is the other way around.

" Actually, I will kill her myself!."

The prince grabbed the sword of the nearest knight and stood infront of him, glarring daggers into his body.

" As your'e ex fiance, I should kill you with honor to not further embarrass you and your family ."

" Wait!!!."

The sword was surrounded by fire that ignited when he took off the sheath of the sword. 

"Die!, Carnia Valentine!."

In a blink of an eye the sword had already slashed his head, sending his head rolling down like a ball. The action made everyone terrified but at the same time overjoyed. The man sneered and gave the bloody sword back to the knight.

"Clean this mess up"

_____

"(Ah!, I died again, who was that person and why did he kill me?)"

A void of darkness, just like the last time 
showed up, this is the second time that he died and all of them wanted to kill him. He was speechless on how he died the second time he had no idea on how he got there, the blonde haired prince...

"(he called me Carnia)"

The beautiful girl behind him had long blonde hair and big brown eyes, she had a look of innocence that matched her simple white dress and blue necklace, she looked at him like he was an eyesore it did not match with her face that screams innocence and kindness, it was like that at one time he tried to have a conversation with his seniors at middle school but got ignored and that incedent scarred him for life, He never got used to those stares.

The guy with blonde hair looked somewhat familiar, light blonde hair with aqua like colored eyes, he looked like Kim Hyesun the leader of the popular kpop band in korea ' BYS'.

A/n: BYS a parody name of BTS , the worlds famous kpop idol.

"(I guess this is the end..)"

He was more confused on why he died in his second death, more than the first time he died. He pondered on why he was there but of all the reasons he could think of he had only two explanation, it was either that he had lucid dreams or disturbing dreams but these dreams only occur when you are alive, in his case he is now already dead which is impossible for him to have lucid or Disturbing dreams.

"(Or maybe this is a rare case?.)"

A dead person having lucid and disturbing dreams, there is no scientific explanation of a person dreaming after he/she have died. If he did not solve this question weighting on his mind then his pride of being a progidy will be shatterred, He was too engrossed that he did not notice a voice calling for him.

"Child..."

A voice whispered in the dark scaring Haru in his witts.

"Huh? Who is there?!"

If you had the oppurtunity to gain back the life you once lost, will you do anything to get it back?.

Choi Haru died in a unfortunate accident that seemed to be plotted by people who were jealous of his succes. he had a perfect life that one could only achieve in their dreams but it all came crashing down because of the accident.

This story is about a man that lost his life but will do anything to get it back once more.

When he comes to, Zeno finds himself standing in a small dark room which is enclosed from all side with only a window and door acting as a link to the outside world. 

'Profile, what's going on? Where am I?' 

Zeno tries to talk to Profile through his mind. He waited for Profile's robotic voice to answer but to no avail. It seems Profile has gone offline for some reason.


"Profile, can you hear me? Are you there?"

This time, he asks out aloud thinking it must be some sort of hiccup in the line. Still, there is no response. It was as if Profile never existed in the first place.

"Damn it!!"

Seeing that there is no response, he could only try to explore the room by himself. He tried to invoke his favourite 'View' skill only to end up in failure. Whatever this is, he doesn't have any sort of precautions against it.

For some reason, this room feels awfully familiar to him, but he could not put a ring on it. It was as if someone had put a lock on his memories prohibiting him from remembering it.

Suddenly, the door is opened and 3 people come inside. One is a tall man whose face isn't visible under his hat. A large brown suit above a white shirt and a pair of brown pants down his waist, he looked like a prestigious person. He is accompanied by a middle aged fat woman and a young boy seemingly 6 or 7 years old.

The three of them hadn't noticed Zeno till now even though he is standing right in front of the door, inside the room. It is as if he doesn't exist in their eyes. He could feel a strong vibe of déjavu seeing this familiar yet unfamiliar scene.

Looking closer at the boy, he recognizes it to be his own face on the boy. Not the face of kid Zeno but the face of Noir Rivera when he was a kid. Black hair paired with pitch black eyes, the boy looked like someone who had been crying for a long time as dark circles had formed around his eyes and his expression, a mixture of grief and loneliness. The middle aged lady was showing the room to the man who had come to leave the kid there.

That was when Zeno remembered what this was. This must be a dream regarding one of his memories from childhood.


"Is this what they call a lucid dream? Didn't know it was this spooky. All of them look too real as if they are all real people, not some sort of vision."

Zeno understood why he was feeling a strong sense of déjavu from the moment he opened his eyes. This was the place where he grew up from when he was a small child. 

He tries to touch Noir only to have his hand pass through him as if the former was a ghost spying on them. He doesn't know why he is experiencing this but he isn't that fond of it. 

What he is seeing now is a memory he would not like to remember. This memory is about his first day at the orphanage where he was abandoned by his father. His mother had just passed away and his father was leaving him in an orphanage. He doesn't remember both his mother's or father's face but he could still remember his father's last words ringing in his ears. 

~Don't worry, daddy will bring you home on Sunday. Till then take care of yourself~ Those were the words.


Noir didn't know why he believed that man's words, but since then every week on sunday, he would always pack his clothes and bag, and wait for his father to take him back home. And everyday he would be disappointed by the time evening comes and nobody has come for him. Even though he knew this was a place for kids who were forsaken by others, he still held onto the hope that someday his father would come and bring him back home. Somewhere in his mind, he himself knew that wasn't going to happen but he would still continue to wait, every Sunday nonetheless. He abandoned that habit at some point in his life when he grew up and was mature enough to accept the fact that it was all just a big lie.

"I didn't know I was this pathetic."

Zeno comments to himself feeling a bit nostalgic.Even though he said it was pathetic, his expression betrayed no shame. Instead it portrayed only warmth and a bit of solitude. 

The dream about the memory continued to go on making him remember about things he didn't want to remember. Now he has to see it all happen once again as Zeno, a third party.

The lucid dream continued to show his whole period of life he had spent in this room like a timelapse video from his first day till moving out of it when he became 18 years old.  During that period, he had grown up from being a crybaby to an asshole who didn't care about anybody.


When the 18 year old Noir in dream left the room when moving out, locking it down from outside, Zeno came out of his dream to end up opening his eyes at the Mindspace where he is greeted by the vision of the cosmos inhabited by Profile, Abyss and his other Gift. 

[Good morning, User]

Profile's morning wishes brought Zeno's mind back to reality. Having regained his senses, he proceeds to question Profile what happened.


''Didn't you hear me calling you?"
He wanted to know whether his voice was heard outside and if it did, why Profile didn't respond. There is a bit of silence before he gets a response from Profile.

[It seems user has experienced  a lucid dream, judging from the rapid eye movement of user just a few moments ago.]

Zeno was surprised to hear that Profile who was linked to him couldn't experience what he had seen. Even though more than 10 years passed in front of his eyes during the dream, only a few moments seems to have passed here.

[Dreams are an involuntary processes that can normally occur to a person. Whatever happens in it is a figment of imagination of user. Profile can only try to enter it forcefully at this stage thus ending the dream and waking up the user.]

[Would user prefer Profile to do that, next time something like this occurs?]

Profile asks maintaining his monotonous robotic voice. 


"No, its okay. What time is it? How are the results of our technique?"


[Time is 6:30 am and user can view the results yourself.]


'View Level' 

Zeno invokes the skill trying to only see the progress he had made in his Cosmic grade.


[Name: Zeno Lockhart/ Noir Rivera

Cosmic Grade/Level : 1 {0/200} >>{6/200}]


"So this excess energy points are like experience points in a video game, right?"

Zeno had thought those excess energy points to be some sort of experience points, when he saw it last night on the info tab of the technique. That is why, he had asked Profile to run it to see whether it could level him up. 

But seeing that only 6 points could be obtained and 194 points are required to cross the next level or the cosmic grade, he would have to run this technique for 194 hours more. That is, he would have to run this technique for just more than 8 days to reach the next level.


[Referring from user's memory, the analogy can be considered apt.]


"So can you run this technique while I am working?" 
Zeno asks Profile getting up from his bed.


[That is not possible, user. This technique is modeled on the basis of breathing of the host.]

[Hence, it needs user to follow certain rhythmatic step which is not possible to do while working]


"I thought so." 

Without thinking much more, Zeno proceeds to complete his work for the morning. He goes on to the kitchen to prepare food for morning and afternoon. That was the part of his deal with Adam he had to complete. Since their food ingredient stock was sufficient, it wasn't difficult to do so 

That was when he noticed the rabbit head he had left in the icebox, last night. He goes out of the house and proceeds to bury it in the compound after removing the horn. Right now, he possesses all the ingredients for making the Muscle Strengthening Potion except for the Aurelius Ginseng.


"Adam, do you know where I can get some Aurelius Ginseng?"

After coming indoors, Zeno asks Adam who had just come downstairs from his room. Apparently the latter was holding some sort of leaflet in his hand which seemed to be pretty old.


"I don't know. Look for it in the market while coming back home. Here take this." 


Adam throws the leaflet onto Zeno's hand who catches it. Then the former proceeds to dine on the food Zeno had worked on from morning. Apparently both of them have to attend the academy, one as a student and the other as a teacher.


"What is this?" Zeno asks while activating his well used skill.


'View'


[Pamphlet: Fleeting Cloud Steps Technique

Description: This pamphlet contains  instruction and directions to master the universal movement type technique- Fleeting Cloud Steps.


Minimum Requirement: Cosmic Grade 3 or must possess 700 Energy points.]

"Dad gave this to me when I stepped into the fifth cosmic grade. It has no value to me anymore. That is why, I am giving this to you as part of the deal." 

Adam replies without taking his eyes off the bowl. Today's dish was some sort of vegetable soup  which has a pretty good taste and a fragrant aroma. 

'Since when did he know to cook all this good stuff?' 
Adam thinks to himself while drinking the soup. He manages to drink it all within a few moments leaving Zeno as a spectator. During this time, Zeno was holding the leaflet and trying to read it just for the sake of it.

"Until you manage to master the technique, you are in charge of the cooking and cleaning. It will take you weeks or even months to learn, so don't give up on it. All the best." 

Saying so, he washes his mouth and runs out of the house like a cat with its tail on fire.

'Why the hell is that guy running? There is still one and half hour left till classes start.'

Zeno looks out through the main door to not even see a shadow left of Adam. It was as if he had flown out of there. Zeno leaves the pamphlet in his bedroom after scanning it. Since he cannot use it till he reaches Level 3, there was no point in trying to learn it now.

He then proceeds to eat his meal not trying to give much thought to it. He also have to go early since there was something he was planning to do. He packs up his lunch and all the books he need into a bag and leaves the house.


Walking through the path to Academy, he is once again greeted by the view of streets filled with people performing some sort of arts or plays. He wanders to the market which is only starting to get active since it is just early morning. Nonetheless shopkeepers could be seen displaying their stock on the counter for sale and calling out for customers. 


Zeno searches for the Aurelius Ginseng among the products and was surprised to see that it was available in large quantity and sold in kilo quantities by many vegetable sellers. Apparently it is a common root type vegetable used in the dishes. However he couldn't buy any of it since he has no money on his hand.


"Should I just sell the fur I got from the rabbit yesterday?" 

Since he had no money, he had taken the Moon Rabbit Fur with him for the purpose of selling. He proceeds to search for a shop that specialises in monster parts. Soon he was able to find one with no problem.

<Selvie's Loot Shop>


It is closed for now and there is a signboard hanging nearby its door mentioning that the working times are from evening 6pm to morning 3 am.


"I guess, night time's the most busiest time."

Zeno comments looking at the signboard.



[There might be many more shops specialising in the beast and monster hides in other parts of the marketplace.]

Profile gives his suggestion as a loyal servant.



'No, we will just come back in the evening and see.'
Zeno informs Profile his decision.

That is when, Zeno notices Paul and his teammates with whom he had gone hunting yesterday walking along the roadside to the academy. Since all of them were going to the academy, it wouldn't hurt to go with them. Moreover he can ask for his share from the last night.

"PAAAUL..." 
Calling out loudly, Zeno approaches them from far. Seeing Zeno, all of them looks at him amazed as if they didn't expect him there at all.

"Didn't you say that there was a Berserk Level 3 Horned Moon Rabbit on loose in the forest outskirts? Then why is it that this big guy has no problem? He clearly went in the direction of the Rabbit's nest when we last saw him.

If what you said was true, he should have gotten one or two of his bones broken."


Mini asks Wayne who was also looking closely at Zeno approaching them.


"That was also what I was thinking. The matter about a large rabbit going berserk is true though, as its signs of rampage can be seen even from outside. Maybe he returned early before the incident occurred." 
Wayne answers without taking off his eyes.


Last night, when Big Bunny went on a rampage, a considerable part of the forest outskirts was destroyed in the attack. Many Level 3 beasts not wanting to be bested, became violent and attacked hunters who had come trying for their luck. 

Many of them got injured and suffered major wounds and 2 of them even ended up with broken limbs. Luckily the turmoil ended quickly within an hour. On close observation from daring hunters, it was found that all those level 3 beasts were knocked out senseless by something else. After some time, the knocked out beasts woke up and went back to their nests having suffered enough.


Paul and his team were lucky to escape from the outskirts before the event even occurred. On reaching the entrance, they were informed about the Beast rampage and thus informed the military guards about Zeno who had wandered off his own into the jungle. That is why, the guards checked Zeno thoroughly and gave him advice to not chew more than he could eat. Apparently Paul and team were planning to visit Zeno's home, if he didn't turn up at class even though they didn't know clearly where his home was.


"I knew he wasn't the sort of guy who would be done in by some beast like that. Now we can just ask him what happened." 

Paul comments to the group while waving towards Zeno asking him to join them.

Noir Rivera, a convict hanged to death finds himself in a realm of darkness. 

From there he has a vision of another world seemingly a fantasy world. One day he escapes the realm to inhabit the body of a young child. 

He is rewarded with a sentient AI but the child also suffered from a curse he couldn't escape from which is now transferred to Noir.

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