Chapter 196: Life Is But A Dream(1)
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Mathias grabbed Alan from Derrick's hold and slapped him.
He kicked Alan to the ground, stomping on him a few more times just in case his attack wasn't sufficient enough.
"Well. Well. Well, look what we have here," eagerly announced Derrick.
Earlier, he had invaded Alan's body with his thrifty clothes. This seemed to be fruitful as he brought out a grey slate with a snake drawn on it.
Below the slate were two stripes of gold.
Mathias smiled at the slate Derrick found, "The two-star membership plate of Sisterhood of Naamah. Hehe he, so this is what you spent all your money on. We will be borrowing this."
Mathias kicked Alan once more before signaling to his friends for them to leave.
"Wait..." Alan struggled to speak out.
The membership card was one of his most valuable items.
It was worth more to him than anything else.
Mathias flashed a look of disgust as he noticed Alan holding the helms of his clothes, "What do you think you are doing?"
"Give it back," wimpy said Alan.
"Aye aye."
Mathias raised his foot and powered it with mana. His leg shone like a star in this dark night and he mercilessly used it to smash the face of Alan.
This totally knocked out the mortal.
When he woke up again, the bullies were far gone. He lay on the cold ground, bleeding in the freezing night.
Alan tried standing up, but his body was too weak to do that. When he tried shouting for help, no one came. It was unknown whether they were too preoccupied to notice him or they didn't give a damn.
'Ahhh, why now of all times?' mentally screamed Alan.
This was basically a repeat of last year. The same thing happened over and over again. There was nothing he could do that could stop the bullies.
'Hmmm….what is that?'
Despite his contorted face, he managed to distinguish the figure of a cat coming closer to him. The cat was strange. Its appearance was something that was not normal around here.
Its eyes full of curiosity stared deeply into Alan's eye. It was as if it was seeing Alan's soul.
With his eyes wavering, Alan had a few drowsy thoughts, 'To think that only a cat would pay attention to me…..?'
'Maybe I should have trod the path of Magic…or maybe Ki-mastery? If I had, I wouldn't be in this situation…'
"....But what is wrong with being a mortal?!"
What was wrong with being a mortal?
That was a question all Arcadians struggled to answer.
In truth, there was absolutely nothing wrong, as mortals were the rightful owners of Arcadia.
Yet, with the rise of magic and ki-mastery, few people maintained the dignity of mortals. They all flocked to the paths, desiring the innate power dwelling in the paths.
Alan cried his heart out, 'This world is no more hospitable for people like me. The ones who would like to remain normal.'
He made an oath. If he were to have another chance, he would grip it and make sure he studied the paths, just for the sake of beating up his aggressors.
...And so, his eyes finally closed. By this time, the weird was just a foot away from him, looking at him with pure eyes.
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.
.
.
.
.
.
Reve sighed, 'This person would do.'
He had no intentions of helping the young man. Everyone had to carry their cross. Plus, bullying was present everywhere.
That was why he revealed himself late.
He was taking his time to inspect if the young man would be a prime volunteer for his promotion. Despite his pathetic strength, he could be of use…..somehow.
Reve realized something scary, 'Damn, now I'm starting to sound like Amethyst.'
He shook his head quickly. He had not yet reached Amethyst's level.
'Hmmm….what do I do about this man now?'
A light bulb ignited in his mental mindscape. Reve had an idea.
'[Dos Form]!'
Reve transformed back into his humanoid form. He joined the crowd with Alan in his arms.
.
.
.
.
.
.
'Where am I?'
Alan kept looking around. His eyes stared deep into the empty space of the room he was in.
'What is this?'
Alan could feel a certain cushy texture bearing his weight. Instantly, he looked back to find himself on a large bed.
Now he was beyond confused.
Did he die back then and somehow reached the rumored Elysium?
Was this the palace of dreams where all souls have their rest?
A suspicious sound barged into his ears, "Ah! Ah!! Faster Faster."
'....'
His thoughts took a reversal, 'On second thoughts, I can't be there.'
The sounds originated from another place. When Alan checked around, he was the only one in the room.
As the sounds intensified, Alan became surer of his guess. He was in the Sisterhood of Naamah's mansion.
Such degenerate sounds could only be fully expressed in one particular location. Also, he recognized the style of the room. It belonged to the dreamy theme that the sisterhood uses.
'So, how did I get here?'
'.....and who healed me?'
That, there, was the prime question.
He felt like the more he thought about this matter, the more questions he would find himself being buried under.
Alan stood up from the bed and saw something that caught his eyes. He curiously inched closer to it.
At the center of the room, just a few feet away from the bed, there existed a single crystalline vial that was placed on a table. As the night lights touched this vial, it separated the light particles into different light rays, showcasing a beautiful scene that would not be noticeable if one didn't pay minute attention to it.
Alan couldn't help but pick the vial. The icy feeling of the vial didn't bother him. Instead, he felt more enthralled.
Alan read the note that was beneath the vial, "Life is but a dream….."
Those words were mundane. Yet, they seemed to ignite something intrinsic in Alan.
Looking at the vial with distant eyes, he murmured, "Life is but a dream."
Suddenly, his hands slowly moved. He knew what he had to do.
At this very moment, he had little care for anything around him. All the brewing questions were dialed down. All that mattered was the vial and the mesmerizing liquid content inside it.
Alan opened the vial and drank it in one gulp!
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Mathias grabbed Alan from Derrick's hold and slapped him.
He kicked Alan to the ground, stomping on him a few more times just in case his attack wasn't sufficient enough.
"Well. Well. Well, look what we have here," eagerly announced Derrick.
Earlier, he had invaded Alan's body with his thrifty clothes. This seemed to be fruitful as he brought out a grey slate with a snake drawn on it.
Below the slate were two stripes of gold.
Mathias smiled at the slate Derrick found, "The two-star membership plate of Sisterhood of Naamah. Hehe he, so this is what you spent all your money on. We will be borrowing this."
Mathias kicked Alan once more before signaling to his friends for them to leave.
"Wait..." Alan struggled to speak out.
The membership card was one of his most valuable items.
It was worth more to him than anything else.
Mathias flashed a look of disgust as he noticed Alan holding the helms of his clothes, "What do you think you are doing?"
"Give it back," wimpy said Alan.
"Aye aye."
Mathias raised his foot and powered it with mana. His leg shone like a star in this dark night and he mercilessly used it to smash the face of Alan.
This totally knocked out the mortal.
When he woke up again, the bullies were far gone. He lay on the cold ground, bleeding in the freezing night.
Alan tried standing up, but his body was too weak to do that. When he tried shouting for help, no one came. It was unknown whether they were too preoccupied to notice him or they didn't give a damn.
'Ahhh, why now of all times?' mentally screamed Alan.
This was basically a repeat of last year. The same thing happened over and over again. There was nothing he could do that could stop the bullies.
'Hmmm….what is that?'
Despite his contorted face, he managed to distinguish the figure of a cat coming closer to him. The cat was strange. Its appearance was something that was not normal around here.
Its eyes full of curiosity stared deeply into Alan's eye. It was as if it was seeing Alan's soul.
With his eyes wavering, Alan had a few drowsy thoughts, 'To think that only a cat would pay attention to me…..?'
'Maybe I should have trod the path of Magic…or maybe Ki-mastery? If I had, I wouldn't be in this situation…'
"....But what is wrong with being a mortal?!"
What was wrong with being a mortal?
That was a question all Arcadians struggled to answer.
In truth, there was absolutely nothing wrong, as mortals were the rightful owners of Arcadia.
Yet, with the rise of magic and ki-mastery, few people maintained the dignity of mortals. They all flocked to the paths, desiring the innate power dwelling in the paths.
Alan cried his heart out, 'This world is no more hospitable for people like me. The ones who would like to remain normal.'
He made an oath. If he were to have another chance, he would grip it and make sure he studied the paths, just for the sake of beating up his aggressors.
...And so, his eyes finally closed. By this time, the weird was just a foot away from him, looking at him with pure eyes.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Reve sighed, 'This person would do.'
He had no intentions of helping the young man. Everyone had to carry their cross. Plus, bullying was present everywhere.
That was why he revealed himself late.
He was taking his time to inspect if the young man would be a prime volunteer for his promotion. Despite his pathetic strength, he could be of use…..somehow.
Reve realized something scary, 'Damn, now I'm starting to sound like Amethyst.'
He shook his head quickly. He had not yet reached Amethyst's level.
'Hmmm….what do I do about this man now?'
A light bulb ignited in his mental mindscape. Reve had an idea.
'[Dos Form]!'
Reve transformed back into his humanoid form. He joined the crowd with Alan in his arms.
.
.
.
.
.
.
'Where am I?'
Alan kept looking around. His eyes stared deep into the empty space of the room he was in.
'What is this?'
Alan could feel a certain cushy texture bearing his weight. Instantly, he looked back to find himself on a large bed.
Now he was beyond confused.
Did he die back then and somehow reached the rumored Elysium?
Was this the palace of dreams where all souls have their rest?
A suspicious sound barged into his ears, "Ah! Ah!! Faster Faster."
'....'
His thoughts took a reversal, 'On second thoughts, I can't be there.'
The sounds originated from another place. When Alan checked around, he was the only one in the room.
As the sounds intensified, Alan became surer of his guess. He was in the Sisterhood of Naamah's mansion.
Such degenerate sounds could only be fully expressed in one particular location. Also, he recognized the style of the room. It belonged to the dreamy theme that the sisterhood uses.
'So, how did I get here?'
'.....and who healed me?'
That, there, was the prime question.
He felt like the more he thought about this matter, the more questions he would find himself being buried under.
Alan stood up from the bed and saw something that caught his eyes. He curiously inched closer to it.
At the center of the room, just a few feet away from the bed, there existed a single crystalline vial that was placed on a table. As the night lights touched this vial, it separated the light particles into different light rays, showcasing a beautiful scene that would not be noticeable if one didn't pay minute attention to it.
Alan couldn't help but pick the vial. The icy feeling of the vial didn't bother him. Instead, he felt more enthralled.
Alan read the note that was beneath the vial, "Life is but a dream….."
Those words were mundane. Yet, they seemed to ignite something intrinsic in Alan.
Looking at the vial with distant eyes, he murmured, "Life is but a dream."
Suddenly, his hands slowly moved. He knew what he had to do.
At this very moment, he had little care for anything around him. All the brewing questions were dialed down. All that mattered was the vial and the mesmerizing liquid content inside it.
Alan opened the vial and drank it in one gulp!
Mathias grabbed Alan from Derrick's hold and slapped him.He kicked Alan to the ground, stomping on him a few more times just in case his attack wasn't sufficient enough."Well. Well. Well, look what we have here," eagerly announced Derrick.Earlier, he had invaded Alan's body with his thrifty clothes. This seemed to be fruitful as he brought out a grey slate with a snake drawn on it.Below the slate were two stripes of gold.Mathias smiled at the slate Derrick found, "The two-star membership plate of Sisterhood of Naamah. Hehe he, so this is what you spent all your money on. We will be borrowing this."Mathias kicked Alan once more before signaling to his friends for them to leave."Wait..." Alan struggled to speak out.The membership card was one of his most valuable items.It was worth more to him than anything else.Mathias flashed a look of disgust as he noticed Alan holding the helms of his clothes, "What do you think you are doing?""Give it back," wimpy said Alan."Aye aye."Mathias raised his foot and powered it with mana. His leg shone like a star in this dark night and he mercilessly used it to smash the face of Alan.This totally knocked out the mortal.When he woke up again, the bullies were far gone. He lay on the cold ground, bleeding in the freezing night.Alan tried standing up, but his body was too weak to do that. When he tried shouting for help, no one came. It was unknown whether they were too preoccupied to notice him or they didn't give a damn.'Ahhh, why now of all times?' mentally screamed Alan.This was basically a repeat of last year. The same thing happened over and over again. There was nothing he could do that could stop the bullies.'Hmmm.what is that?'Despite his contorted face, he managed to distinguish the figure of a cat coming closer to him. The cat was strange. Its appearance was something that was not normal around here. Its eyes full of curiosity stared deeply into Alan's eye. It was as if it was seeing Alan's soul. With his eyes wavering, Alan had a few drowsy thoughts, 'To think that only a cat would pay attention to me..?''Maybe I should have trod the path of Magicor maybe Ki-mastery? If I had, I wouldn't be in this situation'"....But what is wrong with being a mortal?!"What was wrong with being a mortal?That was a question all Arcadians struggled to answer. In truth, there was absolutely nothing wrong, as mortals were the rightful owners of Arcadia. Yet, with the rise of magic and ki-mastery, few people maintained the dignity of mortals. They all flocked to the paths, desiring the innate power dwelling in the paths. Alan cried his heart out, 'This world is no more hospitable for people like me. The ones who would like to remain normal.'He made an oath. If he were to have another chance, he would grip it and make sure he studied the paths, just for the sake of beating up his aggressors. ...And so, his eyes finally closed. By this time, the weird was just a foot away from him, looking at him with pure eyes. ........Reve sighed, 'This person would do.'He had no intentions of helping the young man. Everyone had to carry their cross. Plus, bullying was present everywhere. That was why he revealed himself late. He was taking his time to inspect if the young man would be a prime volunteer for his promotion. Despite his pathetic strength, he could be of use..somehow. Reve realized something scary, 'Damn, now I'm starting to sound like Amethyst.'He shook his head quickly. He had not yet reached Amethyst's level. 'Hmmm.what do I do about this man now?'A light bulb ignited in his mental mindscape. Reve had an idea. 'Dos Form!'Reve transformed back into his humanoid form. He joined the crowd with Alan in his arms.......'Where am I?'Alan kept looking around. His eyes stared deep into the empty space of the room he was in. 'What is this?'Alan could feel a certain cushy texture bearing his weight. Instantly, he looked back to find himself on a large bed. Now he was beyond confused. Did he die back then and somehow reached the rumored Elysium? Was this the palace of dreams where all souls have their rest?A suspicious sound barged into his ears, "Ah! Ah!! Faster Faster."'....'His thoughts took a reversal, 'On second thoughts, I can't be there.'The sounds originated from another place. When Alan checked around, he was the only one in the room. As the sounds intensified, Alan became surer of his guess. He was in the Sisterhood of Naamah's mansion. Such degenerate sounds could only be fully expressed in one particular location. Also, he recognized the style of the room. It belonged to the dreamy theme that the sisterhood uses. 'So, how did I get here?''.....and who healed me?'That, there, was the prime question. He felt like the more he thought about this matter, the more questions he would find himself being buried under. Alan stood up from the bed and saw something that caught his eyes. He curiously inched closer to it. At the center of the room, just a few feet away from the bed, there existed a single crystalline vial that was placed on a table. As the night lights touched this vial, it separated the light particles into different light rays, showcasing a beautiful scene that would not be noticeable if one didn't pay minute attention to it. Alan couldn't help but pick the vial. The icy feeling of the vial didn't bother him. Instead, he felt more enthralled. Alan read the note that was beneath the vial, "Life is but a dream.."Those words were mundane. Yet, they seemed to ignite something intrinsic in Alan. Looking at the vial with distant eyes, he murmured, "Life is but a dream."Suddenly, his hands slowly moved. He knew what he had to do. At this very moment, he had little care for anything around him. All the brewing questions were dialed down. All that mattered was the vial and the mesmerizing liquid content inside it. Alan opened the vial and drank it in one gulp!
