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Late at night, the rain poured down...

404 The dormitory was dimly lit, and a seated figure loomed in the occasional flash of electricity.

His eyes were closed, his breathing steady, his back straight.

Growing up is always solitary, ever so dull, and sometimes painful to carry, trying to maintain the heart, to hold back the urge to kill, to guard against losing control.

Eleazar was still up late at night meditating as usual, having grown accustomed to this practice in place of sleep.

Just...

There seems to be a slight problem with form tonight?

Only his head drooped lower and lower, and his waist, straight as a silver pine, bent down, and his form was completely flabby, as if he had lost consciousness.

[Hear... His call, through the endless darkness, when the mists break...]

Consciousness was yanked into chaos at some point, hazy murmurs drifted in his ears, his nasal passages were slowly filled with watery air, and his surroundings felt damp and chilly to the touch, as if his body was slowly sinking to the bottom of the water.

The depths of silence, the darkness of the ocean...

Sinking... Constantly sinking... Never ending... Time seems to have no concept of it anymore...

But it's no longer the mundane prey of yesteryear that pulls down today.

A look of pain surfaced on the man's face and his fingers moved slightly, full of struggle, as he saw that he was about to come to his senses in the depths.

Suddenly, a huge tentacle swept by, swirling up in a hurricane-like vortex, and the eyes densely strewn across it opened with an endless barrage of malevolent thoughts, and Eleazar jolted awake.

It was a long time before he came back to his senses and realized that he had broken out into a cold sweat.

"I'm... Fell asleep?"

"What the hell was that just now!"

Dreamland?

Prediction?

A call from an evil god?

Are you kidding me? When did he ever get into that stuff?

Eleazar stood up with a stony face and did a quick self-check of his body.

No sign of the curse.

No odd marks either.

It is even less likely that there will be a 'divine' favor...

Why was he pulled into that dream?

Why did he suddenly fall asleep?

One must know that Transcendents are also most sensitive mentally when they are meditating, and to be able to sneak in so silently...

Eleazar is wondering if she's fallen under the Witch's sleeping spell again.

Turning his head to look at the sky outside, he realized that it was still overcast and the pouring rain showed no sign of stopping.

The sun had completely receded and could no longer be used as a time reference for people, so he had to pull out his pocket watch.

6:30 p.m. ...

Not too early and not too late, just enough time to be active and he didn't have to keep risking his life to meditate.

Eleazar intends to stop all transcendental activity until he figures out that dream anyway.

Pursuits, recitations, fantasies, calls, mysteries... All of these must be forbidden!

For all these are the sustenance of the evil gods!

Fortunately, he was a Transcendent, fortunately, he was a Witcher Sequence, the rank with the lowest probability of losing control, and unlike those low Sequencers who were completely dead once they were favored by the Evil God, he was still in time to save himself now.

There is also very little written about the Evil God aspect of the Wizardry books, as that too was something that came about at the end of the Dark Ages, coming even later than their Witcher, and like demons and Void creatures, were evil things conjured up by warlocks in an attempt to use them to turn the tide of battle at the time.

But it's said that when the Evil God was summoned, he backhandedly slaughtered the warlocks, and didn't end up making too much of a fuss anyway...

Eleazar stood up in shock and couldn't for the life of him figure out how he'd attracted such a thing.

Coming to the sink, he unscrewed the faucet and was about to take the water to wash his face when his hands froze on the spot.

A stream of crimson blood gushed out, but with a blink of the eye, the stream quickly returned to normal, as if what he had just seen was only an illusion.

Eleazar slowly lowers himself to the ground, and expressionlessly cupping a handful of cold, clear water, he pounces on his face...

Wash up and open the door to your room.

The hallway twisted slightly for a moment, then the rows of lights went out and the floor seeped bright red blood again.

Yet these were just appetizers, and it was only when he saw the person who walked out that he felt the horror of the distortion.

It couldn't be called a human being anymore, or elongated, or contracted, all kinds of strange limbs piled up in layers, covered with arms, or covered with legs, and crazy eyes opened in the clusters of limbs, a horrifying scene like a fast switching old film, one moment of normalcy, and the next moment of insanity, constantly stimulating his nerves.

The upheaval, the distortion, the collapse, the insanity, the exhausting evil kept disintegrating his will.

The student in the hallway stopped strangely and looked at Eleazar, who had frozen in place beside him, and raised his hand in an attempt to say hello.

"Morning..."

Eleazar stared blankly at the thousand-handed meat man and subconsciously took a step back.

With a blur of vision, the vision in front of him returned to normal, the corridor was brightly lit, and the classmate who had greeted him looked as if he had been struck by something at the moment.

"Uh, morning..."

After trying to heal the traumatized minds of others, he walked down the dormitory stairs.

Hmm...

Today, it is not appropriate to go to school...

The umbrellas of people outside instantly turned into thousands of eyeballs again, and at a glance, the campus slowly broke and faded, the sea of blood churned, and uncountable monsters held up their eyeballs in joy.

Just then, the eyes slid, the figure stopped, they turned, they cast their eyes and questioned why he wasn't mad yet!

"What, you don't have an umbrella?"

There was a sudden tap on the shoulder at his side, and Eleazar could barely resist summoning his blade and splitting the man's body.

"You... What's wrong? Didn't sleep well last night?"

Sia looked at him strangely.

The vision in front of him returned to normal, and Eleazar covered his head and couldn't help but gasp slightly.

When you're skeptical all around, when you're shaken up about the world, when you can't tell reality from fantasy, it means you're crazy too.

"Well, insomnia."

"Ha, me too,"

Sia laughed, then held up the umbrella in her hand and invited, "Come on, let's go together, which class are you in?"

In a bit of a mental trance, Eleazar came back to his senses, only to realize that he hadn't brought anything out with him.

"Let me borrow your pen and paper."

"What are you doing, nuh-"

Eleazar wrote a quick note for leave.

"Give it to my teacher for me, I appreciate it."

"Ah!!!"

Sia froze as she watched him run back to his dormitory.

Back in his dorm room, after unlocking the door, Eleazar frantically undressed his body.

He then walked over to the mirror, enduring the flickering distortions in his eyes, and kept surveying himself for anything strange appearing on his body.

"No, nothing..."

"Or perhaps my eyes have been blinded?"

That's when Eleazar finally remembered something, and quickly went back to rummaging through the new stuff he'd gotten over the last few days.

"Damn, this silver coin!!!"