Welcome to Arcadia

[Welcome to Arcadia.]

A loud thought resounded in his head and slightly woke him up.

[Notice: You are losing health points. You will die if prevention measures are not taken by the system.]

[Notice: Due to your status as a deviant, your declining health has been compensated for.]

'Where am I?'

[Notice: You belong to a non-existence species. This world is uninhabitable to you. Conversion of species will commence on 5...4...3..2...]

'Where am I?'

[Notice: An external force interrupted the conversion process. Conversion to another species is unattainable.]

[Notice: Due to the previous failure, it has been decided to tune your parameters to fit that of this world.]

[Notice: Despite the interference of the external force, the tuning was successful. This world is now habitable for you.]

[Notice: The Book of Species has been updated. You have been rewarded with ten(10) achievement points.]

'What is going on?'

[Notice: Your subpar intelligence has been brought into notice. An increase in intelligence is now being undergone.]

[Notice: As compensation, your intelligence has been upgraded to be superior to that of an average human.]

'Hmmmm...somehow, I seem to understand. It is like my comprehension speed is better than I expected.'

[Notice: As compensation, your authority level has been raised by half a star.]

[You will notice if any other upgrades happen. Once again, welcome to Arcadia, the world of dreams.]

Lights blinded Reve following the disappearance of the voice in his head.

His innate cautious nature caused him to look around his surroundings.

He was in an old decrepit building that smelled of excess green life. The holes in the walls and ceiling seemed to ironically beautify the internal looks of the building.

Reve could spot a large shelf at the corner of his eyes. It contained worn-off books that oozed with an ancient vibe.

The green moss growing on them led a path to outside the building and Reve followed it to get a better understanding of his location.

The last thing he remembered was the screams of his caretaker as she supposedly died.

Then, boom! He found himself right here.

Reve flexed his limbs as he walked out of the door.

Brilliant sunlight blocked his eyesight.

After it normalized, Reve was left with a single question, 'Where am I?'

It was a plain environment with little to no trees but lots of grasses that were long enough to reach his neck.

As soon as took a whiff of nature's ear, his fur straightened as if it had been subject to an electric shock.

'A jungle…..?' Review thought.

With the sizes of the trees and the length of the abundant grasses, the only explainable answer to it was that he was in a sort of wilderness.

He could hear the usual busy nature of a forest….the chirpings of birds, the occasional roars of other creatures, the quirky movements of insects, the flow of water.

Despite his hearing, he had to remark that they sounded quite strange. Like each one of these creatures has been hit with an adrenaline boost.

It didn't take much effort from him to be able to hear the sound of the wilderness.

'This is bad,' commented Reve.

He meowed, "Welcome to Arcadia....was it?"

He didn't like situations like these where he couldn't understand a dime.

Without wanting to risk anything, he went back to the building he came from.

The view from the door side added a new perspective to things. From that angle, he could see markings on the exact floor position he appeared on. The blue lights on the markings grew dimmer every moment.

Give it a few minutes and it would become as lusterless as an overused item.

However, what surprised Reve the most was the familiar feeling he had once he set his sights on the markings.

He couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

"Come to think of it. It feels like my claw print," analyzed Reve.

He brought forward one of his forelimbs and compared the marking with it.

As expected,...he was way off the target.

It was like asking if the son of a mammal is a fish.

"Hmmm….so it's not my claw print. For a second, I thought I was. Come to think of it, is there even something like a claw print?"

Reve's words derailed. He forgot what he was thinking about before.

"Meow! I don't like these. This is why I like my caretaker. Normally, she would be the one analyzing while I stay at the corner blessing the ancient artifacts with my heavenly water. Wait, that's it----"

The ruins.

The ruins they used to visit. Some of them had markings identical to the one in front of him.

Reve's memory wasn't the best. So, he took another look to be sure of his words.

Yes, they were identical!

But the question here was was he still on earth?!

He repeated the words he heard from the voice previously, "Welcome to Arcadia, the world of dreams."

Ultimately, he couldn't decide whether Arcadia was another world or was a place on earth. Even yet, what type of place was Arcadia?!

"Ahhhh! I need a timeout. I miss my cat harem. Back home, I would lick their fur and tell my concubines to dance for me…."

*Roar!*

A loud beastly roar disturbed his trip down the memory lane.

This was why he didn't want to venture outside. His innate cat senses could feel danger everywhere

Come to think of it, what should he do henceforth?

This reminded him of the time when he and his beloved caretaker were locked in an ancient ruin for a month.

He had told her before it was a bad idea to curse at the ancient statues but she wouldn't listen.

In her defence, a statue with the caption, "Marry me and it would be the luckiest thing you ever do in your life." was annoying.

Ultimately, they couldn't rely on anyone and found a way out.

Hence, he had to do the same. He had to find a way out.

If he wanted to be able to reunite with his cat concubines….. and, of course, his caretaker, he had to solve this massive puzzle