Blood everywhere.

I lethargically gathered all my awareness and locked my trailer house and made my way towards the public prosecutor branch.

People would stop and observe me as I was walking in a very funny way. (I didn't noticed all those dark circles in my eyes. As I forgot to check my face these days. I would rarely remain in my trailer and would work outside to make money.

And continuously using the Sharingan had gathered all my stress and made me lethargic covered with dark circles. (Who would thought that the spell would find me this time.... Damn it, I could have buy the coffee damn...it! Atleast the blindfold can cover my eyes to save me from embarassment.) He pondered a bit before remembering the location which he often see when he walks during his work shifts.

He crossed the street and entered police station. Inside, a officer glanced at him and frowned. Probably thinking 'here goes my free time.'

"Are you lost or something?"

Hàorán looked around to find the whole police station to be reinforced with armour plates, some hidden turrets which were easily spot able and last but not least the regular mean-eyed police officer.

"Uh, no as the carrier of Nightmare spell, I surrender myself." Now did the expression of police officer changed from irritation to worry. He looked at him with a glare observing him from top to bottom.

"Are you really sure you're infected? When did you start showing symptoms?"

Hàorán tried to remember but gave up.

"It was probably half a week ago?"

The officer hurriedly pressed a botton on his terminal and yelled.

"Attention! Code red in the lobby! I repeat! CODE RED!" {A/N : Red for medium alert!}

Well spell didn't have any consciousness it chose everyone fairly. But there was still a difference between rich & poor who had chances to survive the first nightmare.

For an average person being chosen by the spell was like a curse in itself. Kids learned survival skills & fighting techniques in school while the rich families hired private teachers to impart knowledge in their offsprings.

The richer your family was, the better the chances of yours to survive in nightmare.

But bro was ophan, all the knowledge he gained was because of hypnosis through Sharingan. He always wondered if he didn't have it, how was he gonna make some money for his meals without it.

Well he wasn't a fan of causing chaos, so he didn't use his speed or hypnosis instead got himself a proper job to set-up a mindset. Still he had his cultivation & Time-manipulation power which could help him.

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After a entire minute several police officers barged in the room carrying a huge stretcher with wheels and restraints. They were busy binding him to the restraints while he was trying not to yawn* much.

Soon he was sent into the basement and was freed to get restrained against a chair which oddly look similar to a cross between a hospital bed and torture chair. The room had thick armoured walls with a vault door too. Other officers were standing in stand-by carrying assault rifles if there's any problems they would neutralize it.

Finally, the vault door opened and a sterned eyed policeman walked in. His face shown like he had experienced lots of terrible things in his life time. After glancing at his restrains he turned towards me.

"What's your name?"

"Hàorán Kyoujiro." He answered back.

The policeman raised his eyebrows.

"A mixed name quite rare to find those days."

Hàorán nodded as he only wants to sleep nothing else.

"Do you want me to contact your family?" Policeman looks at his condition.

"No need to, I'm orphan."

For a second there was dark look on Policeman face. Then his expression turn serious.

"How long can you stay awake? And you...you're wearing a blindfold, are you really blind?"

"Uh...not long, blindfold is for just covering my eyes from light. I'm sensitive to light."

The policeman sighed.

"We don't have enough time, try to resist the sleepiness right?"

Hàorán nodded back.

"How much you know about nightmare?" Without giving any chance, the policeman added.

"Sigh* nightmares are trial created by spell. First Nightmare is special because it's created individually depending on person. The trials aren't impossible as the spell is fair but we have to find those hints ourselves.

There would be monsters and people in nightmare which are just recollection of past a illusion."

The policeman looked at him with surprise but he let him continue.

"All the magical prowess I will recieve at the end will depend upon natural affinity and trial..." Just remembering about the spell made him dizzy his vision was getting narrowed by each second.

"That's correct, but don't forget to check your attributes and aspects at the beginning of nightmare. You can get combat aspect to a utility aspect. Aspect aren't useless, it all depends upon the user.

If you will survive, you will be halfway awakened. But it you die you will open a gate to all nightmare creatures through you. So please don't die...." Finally he wasn't able to hear anything his last thought was about his harem.

Everything became black.

And then in darkness a familiar voice rang:

[Aspirant! Welcome to the nightmare spell. Prepare for the first trial....]

Hàorán dreamt of a big palace.

Tall & lonesome, standing between in the middle of never ending forest. It dwarfed all the canopies around it. It was beautiful shining in moon light but surrounded by a river of blood. The blood felt oddly familiar as if it was normal around such palace.

The radiant moon too had tinges & veins of blood red, giving it a menacing feel with exotic features. The forest was deathly silent hiding the danger within the darkness while the blood river was down right unexplainable.

Then he found himself inside the castle, there were very tall rooms showing that the owners might be a giant. At first it shown two pale humans probably a twin, who were being caressed by a huge giant women.

One of the child was already dried pulp and another was alright but unresponsive.

As if the person had ceased to exist. The giant had a deep sorrow shown on her face while her right hand had metal claws, she was trying not to harm both but both of them didn't respond. The view gave him a sudden chill as if he was present there.

Then suddenly he was in forest, he observed there wasn't any sun rising in this realm only blood red moon would rise from the west and set in East. It was if the moon itself was the sun of this strange place.

The blood river was flowing opposite direction reminding him that the time was flowing backwards but nothing affected him.

Again he found himself in the palace halls with his twin immersed in blood pool, giving him a nostalgic feeling as if he was born here.

Time slowed, stopped and then it resumed, at its usual pace.

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