Winnie Quinn is a 10th grade student who is from Los Angeles then she is an exchange student in Olives. She is excited to change her life in Olives. She'll be experiencing all the excitements that she had been longing for.  Read this to know what life is about.

A pleasant melody summons a young, poor boy into the forest at night. There he meets with a mythical girl that should have not been real. Who was she? What was she? And what connection does this being have with Steven's dreams? The dreams that summon him into another world entirely, surrounded by red eyed monsters with iron teeth. The dreams in which he is no longer himself and instead a being of great power and aptitude. The dreams that give him power to see between worlds. 
What does this all mean? And what will happen to the young Steven?

What does the Chief Demon scheme for unwitting humanity?
Find out when 26-year-old Scribu, the Dream Warrior, dreams those dreams.
There are 12 ways to die.

"The thing that people are most likely to forget is dreams."
Chen Chen said softly as he walked, "I once read a research paper on dreams. It said that within 5 minutes of waking up from sleep, about 50% of the content of the dream will be forgotten. In the next 15 minutes, more than 90% of the details in the dream will be forgotten.
"So, dreams may truly be a kind of 'anti-information' that exists in reality."
Chen Chen continued. "Of course, the anti-information here has nothing to do with antimemetic effects. The reason dreams are easily forgotten is that there are 'MCH neurons' in the brain, which secretes a 'melanin accumulating hormone'. This neuron and its secreted hormone can be mapped to the hippocampus and the hippocampus is the brain's main memory area.
"In experiments, activating these neurons will inhibit memory and these MCH neurons that inhibit memory are only active in the 'rapid eye movement period', which is one characteristic of humans when they're dreaming. In other words, the brain happens to inhibit the formation of memories during the sleep phase where dreams are produced.
"Because dreaming mainly occurs in the rapid eye movement period and this period is when MCH neurons are active, this prevents the hippocampus from storing dream memories. This is why the dreams that humans have are often forgotten after waking up…"
Hearing Chen Chen's explanation, Little X immediately pulled up the paper from the Internet. "I've found it. It's exactly as you said, but what does this have to do with the 'method of concealment' that we're looking for?"
"Uh…"
Chen Chen shook his head. "We can start with this angle and create a kind of dream meme to achieve the same effect as an antimeme. Let's regard this as a research direction."
"Alright."
Little X said thoughtfully, "I can try to use E language to calculate and see if I can find memetic effects that can affect human dreams, but I'm afraid it'll take a long time. Still, it's simpler than directly trying to engineer an antimeme."
Chen Chen nodded. This guideline was thus tentatively set. "Very well, but it's better to be as fast as possible."
While speaking, Chen Chen frowned slightly.
"Are you worried about the Federation's quantum computing?"
Little X suddenly became a little puzzled. In her experience, Chen Chen had never rushed her as this would indicate a lack of confidence. This hardly happened to a person like Chen Chen who had such a strong will.
Chen Chen suddenly stopped in his steps when he heard this. He frowned and finally voiced the thoughts in his mind, "I don't know why, but ever since I've merged with the T-virus and become non-human, I've always felt inexplicable anxiety.
"At first I thought it was just an illusion or that I hadn't gotten used to being a non-human, but now it has been a month, this anxiety hasn't diminished at all. Conversely, it has started to worsen and even taking NZT-48 cannot alleviate it. …"
Little X huffed softly. "I've also discovered that this kind of anxiety has begun to affect your judgment. Recently, your decision-making has become more radical. I still have some doubts as to why you're suddenly willing to step up research on memetic effects!"
Hearing this, Chen Chen could not help but nod. "So, it seems that all this isn't just in my mind… When I merged with the T-virus, there were hidden dangers that I didn't notice."
"Dreams…"
However, at this moment, Little X suddenly said, "Do you remember that when you woke up from the life incubator, you said that you had a dream, but you forgot what it was upon waking up? Even so, when you felt uneasy just now, you mentioned dreams again. If this is a subconscious suggestion, does it mean that the source of anxiety in your heart is related to dreams?"
Chen Chen's pupils shrank.
He suddenly recalled that he did have a frightening dream when he was fusing with the T-virus, but when he woke up, he forgot about it completely. The only thing he could remember was that he did have a dream…
To someone like Chen Chen, whose willpower and self-discipline could be said to be terrifying, this was practically impossible.
Then, the only explanation was that — there was something in that dream that was enough to make his subconscious feel a sense of foreboding.
Thinking of this, Chen Chen suddenly realized that he could almost ascertain that the source of his uneasiness must be from something in his dream!
"The foreboding didn't come from the T-virus itself."
Out of nowhere, Chen Chen murmured, "After all, I've been taking blood tests every day recently. If there are any follow-up problems with the T-virus, I'd definitely find out. But if it isn't the T-virus or my body that's having problems, what would it be?"
"Do you need hypnosis to retrieve that dream?"
Little X asked, "Maybe hypnosis can remind you of everything in that dream."
Chen Chen hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "We can try…"
While speaking, Chen Chen left the park and stood on the side of the road. Within half a minute, a commercial vehicle stopped in front of Chen Chen and he opened the door and got in.
"Don't go back to the Spire Experimental Base."
Chen Chen shook his head. "Go to the Faraday cage built in the industrial park and then lock me in."
"You…"
Little X hesitated to speak. "Do you suspect that this is a memetic effect?"
"No."
Chen Chen shook his head and when Little X breathed a sigh of relief, Chen Chen suddenly added. "I suspect this is an antimemetic effect."
"Ah…"
Little X whispered, "It should be impossible, right?"
Chen Chen shook his head and said nothing more.
Dreamland, antimemetic…
Perhaps it was his subconscious that kept warning himself, which led to him figuring out the key factors — antimemes and dreams.
To ordinary people, this was of course a preposterous suggestion. How could the subconscious mind be so intelligent? Nonetheless, for Chen Chen who had taken NZT-48, all this was not impossible…
After all, this drug had never disappointed him.
Chen Chen thought silently.
Still, if this was the case, then all of this would be truly alarming. He had been infected with an antimeme without being aware of it?
However, where did this antimeme come from? The dimension of Gantz?
No, it was impossible!
If it was transmitted from the Gantz dimension, would this not mean that the USB drive did not have the power to shield any memetic effects? Then, it would have been impossible for him to get rid of the entanglement of the memetic effect "Thuds".
Therefore, these two causal relationships were in conflict.
As such, since it did not originate from the world in Gantz, where did this antimeme come from?
The commercial vehicle drove fast on the flat road and soon left the Eco Science City and moved toward the industrial park.
Inside the vehicle, Chen Chen fell into deep thought.


Who could have guessed that the accidental discovery of a pitch-black USB drive would one day turn Chen Chen’s world upside down? 
He quickly realizes that this was no ordinary USB drive—and it came with mysterious powers, along with its own hidden rules. Equipped with his skills and intellect as a student of biological science, Chen Chen strives to uncover the limit of the USB drive, and the limit of his own ambition. 
Follow Chen Chen in his pursuit of lofty aspirations—wealth, immortality, and otherworldly powers! It is a path that will lead him to a grand plan, one that will change the fate of humanity forever…


Lehi felt that something hot and oily is absorbing her spine.  The pain traverses all over her body. She opened her eyes and saw everyone smiling at her. 
King Cyrus just announced an early meeting and bid good night. 
Lehi pulled the devout to cover her half naked frame.  Ophir just cleared his throat and averted his gaze. 
"What do you need?"
Lehi looked at Ophir with appreciation and bashfully enumerated what she required. 
"I want some warm bath.  Would you mind getting my robe.  And can you get me something to eat,  I'm hungry. "
Ophir turned his back on Lehi and encircled their bed to get her robe within her closet.  He filled in the tub and redied her soap. When he checked the temperature and was satisfied he headed to help Lehi.

Lehi thanked him and he just chuckled at her shy gestures. He made his way on the kitchen and asked for a cake with coffee. He knew that giving her the cake would spoil her, yet Ophir still choosed to pamper his wife. When he got back on their bed Lehi just came out the bathroom. 
Ophir led Lehi on their veranda.  He set up their veranda romantically for a dinner but was actually a midnight snack. 

The trumpet echoed all over the palace as their first session started.  After praying and introductions. Aquila started the meeting by enlightening them with the background of who was Raritha and what really happened. 

"Raritha was one of our overseer in the west. Her family line were loyal in serving not just the Kingdom but to the people.  Raritha was supposed to be the one leading Filadelfa. Yet one night before her recognition she was bound inside her room.  There was no sign of any physical abuse except that her stomach bulged. When we called out for King Cyrus it turned out that she was mated by an incubus. Her resistance angered the incubus. He seeded himself on her and she give birth of twins.  When they found out that it would be half witch and succubus the elders got alarmed .  So I was assigned as her steward.  At fist the babies are well behaved but what concern's Raritha was the fact that she got attacked by the incubus through a dream, Rather it was a nightmare. And after 10 years Raritha's fear came true.  There were numerous attacked.  There half blood witch does not help nor go against the succubus blood pumping within. Rather it nurtured their thirst to collect more ribs and their lustful nature got cultivated.  Raritha pleaded me to take her position which I declined but her words hath moved my heart. "
"I have to choose being thier mother even if it means putting my life on the line.  It's the best and proper way to bring them up.  I have to be there for them. "
"When I accepted the responsibility to lead,  Raritha supported me behind the shadows, it's just heartbreaking that the very person who hath put her heart to stop was her source of love. "

After some strategies and agreement the two succubus will remain within the cage of El Oathniel.  Kiel and Ophir requested for a private meeting with Cyrus.  Hexel just woke up and joined them. Urchin tagged along it felt like a pajama party hosted by men.  
"Your highness, I have a concern happening on my sleep.  A unknown woman would stride above me naked and I kinda relate about the nightmare meeting. " Kiel stated fidgeting to put his words together. Hexel and Ophir nod in agreement. 
"Does your wives know about this? "King Cyrus inquired trying to tease the married men.  Kiel and Ophir moved their head to indicate a no. 
"You should tell them. In case of Hexel for the time being you should share a room with Urchin.  Approach me after your wives heard about this.  And we will have a meeting on how to entrap them. "

Hexel and Urchin noticed that Ophir and Kiel are squiggling.  Hexel being the unconcerned single just muttered.
"Why are you nervous? You are victims here,  It's not like you cheated on them. "
Kiel and Ophir stared fiercely on Hexel and said in unison. 
"You don't understand! "
Hexel just shrugged at them and before closing his room with Urchin he hath given them a misplaced thumbs up. 
Kiel wanted to kick his door and punch him on the face but he just recovered from his injury. 

Kiel paced in front of their bedroom door jolting and fiddling.  He is not like Ophir who can just speak casually about this with Lehi.  As much as possible he wanted to deliver it not offending or hurting his wife. Regardless of any cliches he prepared.  He will save his integrity .When Kiel felt like he is ready to go, he opened the door and saw his wife seating on the bed fixing their pillows. 
"Lila, I have something to tell you. "
Lila looked at her husband and nod. 
"About the nightmare mentioned earlier, I have been experiencing it lately. And with crossed fingers, I never really enjoyed it. "
Lila gestured Kiel to join him on bed and snuggled close to him.  
"I see,  I hope that me being this close to you will contribute even a little to help you out. We kinda expected that since the bartender mentioned about how they would visit them on dreams and sucked out their breaths. "

Ophir just frankly spoke about his dreams and Lehi asked him to used her chest as a pillow. Lehi intended to make him fall asleep like how she does with Urchin.  Ophir blushed at her offer and just scooped Lehi for protection. 
"Wake me up when I start to get violent on my sleep."
Lehi giggled and planted a kiss on his cheeks. 

Maritha can't penetrate Ophir nor Kiel's room.  Ramah headed for Hexel.  She entered his dream and was about to carry out her plan when Urchin summoned her on his trance.  

Ramah suddenly saw Hexel holding out a pipe as he stood in front of him.  Ramah can feel the intense presence coming from behind Urchin and Hexel.  Her eyes were of waxy jasper with a shimmering golden hair. Her every breath sent a quivering fear upon her nape that caused her hair to raise.  The Queen is certainly a beast ornamented with breathtaking beauty.

When prayer takes you to places you never thought exist and leads you to people you never imagine to encounter. Prayer takes you to a supernatural adventure.

Hearing what Alphonso said Kretos couldn't help but laugh. His laugh echoed throughout the now hollow mountain. Alphonso then felt Kretos's battle aura was rising to an all-time high, not only that the vicious smile that Kretos and all his incarnations shared was now in full display that even his eyes shone with delight. 
Alphonso who had known two previous incarnations was confused as to what had triggered the battle junkie to show such a reaction. After laughing for a bit Kretos looked at Alphonso. 
"It would seem that you know me more than I thought. The way you moved, the way you talked, everything would indicate that not only did we know each other we have a much closer relationship than I initially thought. Perhaps our relationship is that of a senior and junior that studied under the same master. It must be something within that line of thought. That would explain why our styles of fighting seem to be really similar." 
Alphonso couldn't help but sigh at Kretos's deduction. Though it wasn't a hundred percent correct, the answer was very close. Alphonso was once again reminded that even though most of the time the only thing in the heads of these incarnations was battle, they were rather sharp in other things as well. Though that still doesn't explain Kretos's excitement. While Alphonso was thinking Kretos continued to talk. 
"You seem to understand me but you fail to truly see what I am. Do you think that I fight for a reason? Do you think that offering my memories would make me stop? The answer is a resounding no! I only ever tried to get my memories back because not remembering was an annoyance. But if I have to pick between a battle against a powerful being or regaining my memories, the answer is obvious. I don't need my memories, all I need right now is to fight you at your full power!" Kretos spoke with so much passion that you could feel his very soul burning with zeal. 
"What the heck are you talking about?! Of course, you need your memories! Don't you want to know why you're so strong?! Don't you want to know about the dreams I'm sure you have, don't you want to know the truth?!" 
Alphonso already knew that a reincarnation of Michael would surely be someone with a different set of values. But he expected that reincarnation to at least have a semblance of common sense... When Alphonso thought of that he tried to remember a time when Michael has shown something related to common sense. Now that he started thinking about it, Michael was someone so far removed from common sense that the word might not even have existed.
"What are memories anyway? I can make new memories even without my old ones. Why should I care as to why I am strong? Do the f*cking dragons that fly in the sky ever question why they are so strong, no they don't. The dreams that I have those about different people, does it matter what it is. I can already guess that all of them should be related to me. They might be my past lives, they might be my ancestors, but in the end, it doesn't really matter what they are. Knowing the truth, what does that give me, clarity? I don't need any of that! If I die in battle without memories then so be it, I would still be satisfied. So you who seem to know me, come and show me all you've got! I will only think about talking with you if you show me what I seek!" 
When Alphonso heard the nonsensical things that Kretos said, he couldn't help but sigh. 'It doesn't seem like we'll be able to talk properly if I don't beat him up a bit.'
Alphonso knelt on the ground and tapped it. He used a secret technique to assess the planet. After assessing the strength of the planet Alphonso found out that the planet they were on was quite big and its density would be able to handle the strength of his mana. 
"Very well, since you won't listen to reason I will show you what you seek." As Alphonso was speaking his mana release started spiking. 
"Now that's what I'm talking about! Show me the very limits of your abilities!" Kretos happily shouted at Alphonso.
"Are you sure about this? I am not your enemy, in fact, I might be your closest ally." 
"Come on don't say boring crap like that now that we're on this stage. Ally or foe I don't see any of that, all I see is an exciting fight!" 
When Alphonso heard Kretos say that he knew that there was no more use talking. It was noon when the area suddenly grew dark. Daytime suddenly became night time yet the moon and the sun was no longer in sight. It was if they were transported to a different world. 
In the darkness were only the light of the stars could be seen it started to snow. Kretos understood what this was, this was a mana field. He might have no memories of his past, but Kretos retained knowledge about certain things and this was one of them. A mana field was an area of space certain powerful mages create to fully exert their mana and control the surrounding space. In this field, they can control and disrupt the flow of mana with ease. Usually, a mana field was only the size of a room. Yet this mana field stretched out as far as the eye can see. Not only did it encompass a large area but each drop of snow was filled to the brim with mana. 
"I hope you are ready for this. Not even Gods nor devils can defeat me in this snowy field of mine." Alphonso spoke as he made the spear he was holding disappear. 
"Hahaha! This is so much better than I expected! Come then allow me to fully appreciate this power of yours!" Kretos spoke with the utmost delight. The snowy field of death before him might have looked like a graveyard for Alphonso's enemies. But in Kretos's eyes, it looked like a wonderland.
"Very well, I hope you are satisfied now, for I shall end this in the next strike." After Alphonso declared that, he lifted his right hand and the snow started gathering in the area above him creating a giant spear made of ice and mana. 


The strongest Demon Lord dies and reincarnates as a human. 

Follow his journey as he learns more about the truths of his past. About the secrets within himself that he never knew before.

Angela shouldn't be replying to Gael's texts. She needed some time to think about what happened between them because clearly, both of them couldn't say whatever they needed to say to each other's faces. What was at stake? 
Her heart.
Well, both of their hearts.
She hadn't responded to his texts because her father was asking her who this man was. Needing to get away from the sticky situation she got herself in, she brushed it off and told her father that he'd know more about him once he met him—whoever "him" was. 
Angela's phone buzzed again.
[ Gael: Are you there? ]
[ Angela: I'm having breakfast with my dad and brother. ]
She waited for a couple of minutes for his response, thankful that her father had moved on to talk about something else with Oliver. But Gael didn't reply after that. It wasn't until breakfast with her family was over and her brother was driving her back to her apartment that she rechecked her phone. Her heart raced, seeing there were unread messages from Gael, and she braced herself before opening it.
[ Gael: I'm sorry about last night. ]
[ Gael: I accept all your curses. ]
She bit her bottom lip on the first text, feeling the butterflies in her stomach slowly awaken. The second text made her chuckle a little, but she quickly pursed her lips into a thin line, not wanting to give her brother any reasons to ask her a question while she sat in the front passenger seat of his car. 
Angela contemplated replying to Gael. Last night made her realize a lot of things, and the memory of it still hurt. Brushing off the rush of feeling within her, she tried to respond casually.
[ Angela: I'm still mad at you. ]
His response came in seconds after hers—as if he had been waiting with his phone in hand.
[ Gael: I know. I'm sorry. Forgive me?]
Not yet. She was being prideful. A simple sorry wouldn't cut it, so she let him soak in the guilt and diverted the text.
[ Angela: How many did you find? ]
[ Gael: seven. ]
Her brows furrowed at the number. If he found seven notes, then that meant there's a lot more he hadn't seen or found. And she didn't know what he found exactly. Angela went crazy on the sticky notes that she may not even remember what they were. She wrote some of them in her drunken state. All she knew was that she wrote everything she wanted to tell him that night...and probably more than she should have. 
[ Angela: Where did you find them? ]
[ Gael: four in the bathroom, on the pillow, on the chair, and one on the dresser. ]
She swallowed. Gael had some of the pink notes in the bathroom. Those were the first notes she wrote to him when her feelings got hurt from the rejection and she wanted to take revenge. He may not have blatantly rejected her as she didn't really proposition anything, but actions spoke louder than words, didn't it? His leaving made it feel like she was rejected. 
Angela took a deep breath and saw the last two places he mentioned. She chuckled, remembering what she wrote on the chair: [ You're a selfish prick. ] —she wrote this after thinking about what he said regarding his dreams that were better than reality. First, he was selfish because he didn't share his 'dreams' with her after saying that. And second, a prick, because she was mad at him. He wasn't a selfish prick entirely, but that seemed appropriate to write last night. 
The one on the dresser read, [ An asshole. ]—recalling this note in her head, she chewed her bottom lip, knowing that the notes that followed after this were still curses.
She willed herself to reply to his text, but she honestly didn't know what to tell him, so she settled with a word.
[ Angela: okay. ]
[ Gael: How many notes did you write? ]
She couldn't just tell him she nearly finished the whole pad, could she? Well, it's not like the pad was a new pack when she started. Still, she kinda liked the thought of screwing with him a little. Gael would have a fun week picking notes around his bedroom...or house. 
[ Angela: More than seven. ]
A chuckle escaped from her lips. What a vague answer she wrote, but she wasn't lying. 
It's totally more than seven. 
It's definitely a double number. 
Gael didn't respond after that. It made her think he was trying to find the others around his bedroom. She was sure he'd find a lot more if he really started to look. 
Angela arrived at her apartment. There were movers everywhere, helping her pack her stuff in boxes with Oliver's assistant ordering them which stuff went to what box. At one point, she could only stand in the corner, watching what was happening before her eyes. The kitchen, the office, and the living room was stripped off in less than an hour with two or three men working in each space. There were probably fifteen movers moving about, so all of her stuff was quickly packed in no time.
The last one that was taken care of was her bedroom as there were workers in her bathroom. After letting the workers take a break for a while, she and the movers began packing her stuff. Since there were more valuables in her bedroom, only selected people were allowed. Nina came over before she started in the bedroom, so it was a lot easier when someone she really trusted came to help her pack her jewelry, the things in her safe, and other items that were really important to her.
By the time noon came, her apartment was mostly empty. The pieces of furniture that came with it remained in their places. Angela looked around to make sure she didn't leave anything, spending a little longer in her office where she spent a lot of time writing for the past two years. 
Her phone buzzed again.
[ Gael: Does the number at the back of the notes mean something? ]
Ah. He noticed already. 
[ Angela: Maybe. ]
[ Gael: Shit. Does this mean you wrote them in order and the numbers indicate that? ]
[ Angela: Yes. ]
[ Gael: The number at the back of the note I found on the dresser was 20. ]
[ Gael: Are you trying to kill me? ]
[ Angela: After what you pulled last night, I wish I had squeezed my hands around your neck. ]


What are the odds that Gael would find himself as the Hero of a dark romance novel?

After stumbling upon the book that he probably wouldn't have found if not because of his sister, Gael read the entire thing in one night.

He found the book worthy of his mockery. It was absolutely ludicrous! He must find whoever wrote this absolute nonsense about him so he could show that person what he does to people who were deserving of his wrath.

But what would he do when he finds out that the author of the book wants to keep her identity a secret? 

Will he expose her?

Or will he use the secret to his advantage?


...

"How dare she use me this way?" A menacing stare paints his face as he looks at the woman from a distance.

"She likes writing romance novels so much?" he scoffed. "Then I'll give her the best damn story she would ever want to write."

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After the whole group of people before me had gotten their anxiety and worries slightly extinguished by the move of the subject on new designs of arrowheads and plated armour, I moved on to the next topic which was quite uncertain and I do not know where to start in the first place.

"Listen up guys, during that time I had a chat with the future Eagle and I did ask him on what happened after the Hundred Years War that provoked those creatures to come and attack humankind."

"Although I do not have a specific answer form him during the time in my dream, I clearly remembered he mentioning about the suppressed beings wanted to avenge their oppression and freedom, so that's the reason why they retaliated in this way."

I went over to my seat and slumped back slowly and slouched back as I called out to Eagle to organise a research team to look further into these beings such as goblins, gnomes, orcs, imps et cetera and even fairies too.

Some of the pioneers stifled their laughter since I had emphasised too much on my dreams as a state of emergency well ahead of its time and was even scoffed by the mere thought of it.

"To do research on these beings are not for the sake of researching but we would try to communicate with them as much as we can. Michael, you have the ability to conjure Minerals from the earth and from anywhere else in this world back to your pan."

"But do you have any means to contact these creatures or have any forms of interaction with any of these beings before? How about Earl, Walter or even Penelope? They dwell with the earth as well, I am sure they had some kind of glimpses of them around?"

I asked Priest Michael but he shrugged his shoulders and would ask the rest when he got back to the Guild later on. At this moment, everyone took it as a lighter note as I mentioned mythical creatures that not even anyone had seen before.

Besides the mutated armadillo a winter ago.

"You can't change fate and destiny, Sam. But you can alter the present to have a different outcome in the future."

The words rang out clear and crisp in the conference hall and everyone can't help but stated at Samuel that had stood and spoken up with a blank look in his face and with dilated pupils as he stated blankly ahead after he had said his piece.

Soon after he sat down and recovered as he saw many faces were looking at him as he asked what was the matter. "Samuel, you called me Sam. It's a name I once heard in my dream. Are you trying to tell me something since I had heard the sentence quite a few times already about changing fate and destiny."

"You even said, wait... What did you say earlier? Oh yeah... Alter the present change the outcome in the future."

As usual, Samuel could not give me a definite answer as he shrugged his shoulders and twiddle his fingers since he knew that at times, actually, most times he would be in a subconscious state when he spoke some words that he had no recollection of.

This was one of the weird mannerism of a Seer but only certain times he would be aware of certain thing such as mentioning to me about being reborn and also the scar on my upper left arm when I was...well, Robin Hood.

When everyone had gotten their specific tasks, the calmed Heather spoke up and asked, "Did it really happen in the future, I mean that I had died with the twins that time?" 

"What about what Samuel had said earlier about unable to change fate and destiny but the ability to change the present in order to change the outcome in the future?"

As far as I remember, the portrait of us had smudges on their faces which meant that the possibility of things happening in the future could be altered right now?

If the future was clear, then their faces would be clear too and I could view how the twins looked like in the future. But instead...haish... it is so hard to even explain to myself.

"I did not see it happen, dear, at the start of my dream, I was in the battlefront and behind a mantlet. I had a few words with Clayton that time and that was it as he was surprised too that I didn't recall the timeline stated here."

I pointed to the slate and everyone noted of it. If they regard it as part of my dream, then they would not be able to see some new knowledge that I had drawn up on the slate.

If they regarded it as a premonition, then serious considerations need to be made so that they could somehow alter the present to have a more positive outcome in the near future.

"Then it could be considered as part of your dream, am I right? Dear... You should scare me and the twins with your rantings, you know...! Even if its a dream, it is still not real and I wonder how you can come up with those dates before you."

Heather was flabbergasted and was exasperatingly tried to dismiss the whole thoughts and discussions that we were having that evening. Not only was it harrowing for her but also for the pioneers and their children as well.

Inadvertently, this could not be avoided since I explained that the dates were being provided by the future Eagle by then.

Everyone heard this sighed but many marked my words as they would treat this as a premonition on the future that could be altered for now.

"Your Majesty, according to your dreams or foretelling of the future, does it mean that if we were to deal with those beings now, they would not come and sneak attack everyone when it was least expected, am I right?"

I pondered for a moment before I replied, "That's a definite affirmative solution but does annihilation be used to settle the matter at hand or have a peace treaty instead?"

Everyone shrugged their shoulders because ideally, they thought that if annihilation would be in process, it would hasten the town to be sneakily attacked but how would they be interacting with mythical creatures that if now had only appeared inside the journals and books?

No one could tell for sure but one thing was that on the other side of the universe or dimension, a holographic Max and a guidance system called Ceres were listening intently on the discussion that evening. 

They were planning on how to enter the mind of Sam, also known as Audemars Macleod and interacting with him directly and not through someone whom the people knew as Samuel the Seer.

"Ahem... Alright, guys, I guess what His Majesty here had mentioned is worthy to take a second, third and fourth look. He had never been in this state before and what he had shown to us on the future arrowheads and future armour kit that he had worn in his dreams do indicate that his dreams were partly true."

"Since he had not seen our demise and his dreams had only started on the 9th August 1453, he seemed not to have a recollection of any other past events."

"Child, what else do you remember when you had that dream?"

Old Jack cleared his throat before he began to arrange his words carefully so that it would not offend me or any others. Besides, he and Old Kayla would have nothing to lose if they were to die on that day in the future as they had no descendants to worry about.

After much careful forming of sentences and speaking his mind, he waited for the words to sink in as everyone waited with bated breath on what I would say next.

"When I entered the easternmost gate, I find a lot of homes had been filled up. To say, we had a lot of inhabitants that formed the community and their homes and crop fields were not harmed in any way."

"The residents were thankful to the Almighty when they saw their husbands, sons or nephews among the soldiers that walked through the gates and only broke down and cried to find their loved ones not among us."

"I saw the dead had been arranged and in the process of getting them shrouded. Prior to that, I saw all the essential service buildings here had been bombarded by the gnomes, I guess by means of a fireball that struck the top of the buildings."

"By the way, Michael, you would have many more companions that what we have right now. It's enough to fill in a three-storey Guild and each and every one of them were assembled before me and was answering some queries before I fell and woke up back here in the present time."

"Well, Old Jack... That's all I could recall on the day I met future Clayton and Eagle that day." I tapped lightly on the table and pointed to the date that lay suspended within the timeline and only 2 people knew how to explain the reasons behind the drawing I had made.

It takes me hours to fall asleep and even when I do, I'm just reliving the memories of him. His mother always said he took after me with his strong jaw and blonde hair. But it was the way he acted and responded to things around him that I knew he had more of his mother. He was more gentle and patient with people. Even when he didn't get his way. And his eyes. His eyes were exact copies of hers. Yellow rounded circles followed you. Reading every move you made. His head would tilt to the side to tell you he's listening. Not just hearing, but understanding. 

The dreams always started the same. They were in the backyard. The morning suns locked in the sky. Pink light rays bounced off their faces as I walked out. Their smiles started to fade. They rushed into my arms, crying and digging their faces into my coat. I cried with them. The whole world did.

I told them it's going to be okay. Like every father does. That we were going to the same place. To a new home. Of course, they knew that already. He knew. And yet, he didn't let go of my coat until I had to rip his hands off.

I held them again at the boarding platform. The monitor called out, but I ignored it. When the time came, I didn't have to break his grip from my coat. He just let go. His yellow eyes stared at me. Glowing in the dark as the rest of his body faded. And then I would wake up. Every. Single. Morning. 

It's been 10 years since I saw them. My life was reduced to a town sized celestial carrier. A last effort to find a new home. Our search began with bright hope and drifted into despair. Solar system after solar system. Planet after planet. They were all useless and time had run out. We had to decide. One last solar system or return home. Just in time to say goodbye to our families and die along with our planet. 

There were five of us, including me at the table. Chrome seats stood by it matching the floor below. One side of the wall was just a glass window. It offered the best view of the stars. I would come in late at night when I couldn't sleep or just when I felt like I needed "air". 
The leader in charge of our onboard military unit, Charles, waited until everyone was seated. He slammed his fist on the table. 

"Our resources are short. Our people are tired. We turn back now. This should be the easiest decision we make on this damn ship." He said.

"If this was so easy we wouldn't be here. You know how the polls work. There is a chance. There is hope." protested Nuke, the planetary Scientist. 

"Blahh." Charles grunted. He retreated his hairy fist into his lap. 

"It's a suicide mission. These fools would rather die alone than spend the last moments they have with their families. Lunatics! ABSOLUTE LUNATICS!" Charles yelled. 

"We've given this mission 10 years of our lives. Time we'll never get back. I refuse to give another minute and I know men in this room feel the same." He stated. 

His proclamation made the men shift in their chairs. The head Medic, James, put his hands on the table. 

"I mean no disrespect Nuke, but your words are biased. You have nothing to lose at home. You have no family." He said. 

"Just because I have no biological anchors at home, does not mean I underestimate what's at stake. I care for our planet and our kind. The reports indicate the best chance of heaven. An atmosphere, neighboring planets, and a sun." 

"Yes, just one sun." Charles interrupted. "We've read the reports. Those neighboring planets are of no use to us. This "heaven" is based on the hope a single planet would be suitable for us. ONE PLANET. OUT OF MANY." Charles' face started glimmering red. 

"Let us stop wasting time. I call for a vote. You men have the information you need. Decide." 
The poll screen took up the surface of the table. Two choices were displayed on the screen. 

"Home" or "Solar System E80003". There was little hesitation. They decided within seconds. 

The room went quiet and all talk seized. I had my head down, I didn't have to look up to know eyes were on me. 

"Well, get on with it already," Charles demanded. "Please, Charles." pleaded Nuke. "Ken is devoted to our cause more than anyone on this ship. He has a family at home. Let him have a moment." He said. Nuke was always my favorite. I put in my vote soon after. The table displayed the results and set our course.  

The room had been accumulating gas from the object between the human's fingers. He inhaled again before speaking.

"So, what did you vote?" He asked, blowing his gas to the side.

"I voted to go home," I replied. "I wanted to see my son again." 

"But then you would be dead." He stated. He took the thin object and smothered it in a black container.  

"Yeah, I would be. With him. And my planet." I replied. 

"Well, we can't always have what we want. Shame really." He said. He waved his hand in the air and more humans appeared to take me away.

These humans look like us. Talk like us. But they're not like us. They keep me in a glass chamber. Dressed in white clothing. Refusing to tell me the name of their planet. I just know it as "E80003." Faces from the ship's crew pop up every once in a while. But for the most part, I'm alone. Enduring the human's cruel torture. Their devices hurt, but the dreams...they hurt the most.

The passengers of Voyager 96 are tasked with finding a new home. A new planet.

After another week of slashing through monsters in the seaweed jungle and avoiding Madam Crab, I have finally arrived at where I enter the Realm of Deep Sea.

I nearly burst out crying. Nearly. 

When I step out of the realm, I see Lord Valentine waiting for me. 

"Welcome back, Ianthe! I know you can do it!" He gives me his usual gentle and warm smile. 

He walks towards me and gives me a warm hug. I stand there like a statue, shocked. Lord Valentine has never hugged me. I have no idea his hug is so warm and comforting. And kind of familiar. Familiar?

He releases me. "You have done a great job!" He gives my head a quick pat.

"My lord, you still have no idea whether I can successfully bring you back the fruits or not. I just successfully walk out of the realm."

"That itself is already part of the exam. And I am sure Ianthe succeeded in outwitting the eels as well."

"Outwitting? My lord, maybe I chose to fight the eels!"

"I doubt that," he replies confidently.

"Alright, I really did not fight the eels. You're correct, my lord." I smile. But then thinking of my bag which is currently without the original pearl, my smile disappeared. "I am sorry, my lord. I gave away the pearl on the bag. It's your gift, but I did not protect it. I am sorry."

Lord Valentine chuckles. "Ianthe, it's alright. It's just a pearl, I will help you fix it when we return home. Did you encounter the famous scammer of the Realm of Deep Sea?"

"Yes! She is very famous?" 

"Kind of. You touched her golden stone?"

"I did not, my lord! I just could not get rid of that stone!"

"Seems like you have quite an adventure, Ianthe. You must be tired, let's go home first." He offers me his hand. After placing my hand in his, a quick rush of wind blows at my face. When I open my eyes, we're back at the tower. 

I miss the tower! And my bed! I have had enough sleeping on hard ground. 

When I look at the floor, surprisingly it's not as I thought. I thought the tower will be back to a mess with me gone for weeks. I thought surely books and papers will be everywhere. I thought his robes will be all over the places. But no, the tower is as clean and tidy as always. 

Why do I feel disappointed all of a sudden? So... in the end I am not as useful and irreplaceable as I thought.

"Ianthe, you look tired. Go and take a nap. We'll talk after you're more refresh, shall we?" Lord Valentine is as gentle as always. 

What am I thinking? 

I nod with a tiny smile. "See you during dinner, my lord."

"I am sorry, Ianthe. I have royal dinner to attend to today." He smiles apologetically. 

My smile freezes on my face, I should not assume. Why do I think Lord Valentine is going to dine with me on my first day back?

"See you later, my lord. Have a nice dinner!" 

I enter my bedroom after that.

I am weird. I am feeling weird. I should not think like that. I should stop thinking like that.

I hug Dolphin and fall asleep.

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I am in a dream. I am certain. The blurriness and dream-like quality all indicate this is a dream. But why do I feel so awake? Where am I? 

I am sitting on a sofa. A cup of tea in front of tea. Someone is sitting across from me. A woman in red high heel shoes. Her legs crossed. She is dressed elegantly. When I try to look at her face, her face is shrouded in fog. 

"So it's you," the elegant lady says nonchalantly. "He has already given your life back. He does not owe you anything.  So I advise you to let him go."

Give me back my life? Let him go? Who is him? What is she talking about?

I know dreams are supposed to be nonsensical, but not like this. I am too awake to be in a dream.

"I advise you to let him go. It's for the benefits of both of us. He is meant for greater things." She places down the teacup she is holding and without a further look, she walks out of the room. Her high heels clicking on the floor. Then everything turns black.

I wake up with a start. What is that? A dream? But it does not feel like it. I can still remember every single minute detail. 

Let him go? Who is the 'him' she is talking about?

It feels like I am missing something very vital. Like I am watching a drama without a start. She said she was advising, but her tone indicates a command rather than an advise. It's a threat, not an advise. 

She said he had given me back my life. What life? She meant my transmigrated life? It just does not make sense. 

Maybe I should stop over analyzing a dream.

Sassy university student turned Sea Spirit VS Saintly Mysterious Royal Mage
I am a normal university student. When I opened my eyes from my nap, I became a side character in the novel I read. I was under the sea. 
Ianthe: "Wait didn't this character die in the last chapter? I have to avoid my death no matter what! This silver haired gentleman who rescued me, do you need a maid?" 
Follow Ianthe's life to avoid her inevitable death while studying to be a top mage!

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