I gulped.
I did.
But should I tell them that?
...I don’t know.
For a few seconds, I contemplated.
Hm, how do I go about this?
If I say I didn’t get any dream and therefore I don’t have special powers, how would I explain any supernatural feat I perform in the near future?
Choosing that option feels like I’m shooting myself in the leg.
It’ll hinder my Exp movent. And also hinder from using the skills I gain from my sign-in system in front of them.
But wait...
Why do I care what they think?
I let out a sigh.
I’ll have to lie.
I waved my arms at them, a small, nervous smile creeping on my lips. "Both of you, calm down."
"Hm?" Humd Jerry, "What makes you think we’re not?"
I shot a glare at him.
Are you kidding ?!
"Marcus, to answer your question, I did have a strange dream," I stated.
Yeah, I can co up with random excuses whenever I use a future skill or shit.
I’m such a genius.
Marcus’s eyes relaxed. "You did?"
I nodded, "Yes, I did."
"Tell us about it then," Jericho said.
"Ah, okay." I cleared my throat, preparing to throw my lie bomb. "That weird feeling you both described? The one Jericho felt like a snake slithering through his veins? I..." My tone grew grim as I looked downward to enhance the realism of the lie. "I think I felt it too. But it was so subtle that I passed it off as nothing."
Jericho nodded. "Exactly."
Marcus frowned, spouting, "Let him finish."
Yeah, let cook.
Jericho glared at Marcus, but looked away, and instead focused on .
"And I had a weird dream. In my dream, I was at a place that I could not describe. Although if I try to describe it, I’ll say the place was infinite."
At this point, I began to visualize what I spoke about. And it felt as if the words that left my mouth were programd, and I felt as though I couldn’t stop myself from speaking anymore.
In my field of vision, a wide, indescribable place stretched before .
"The concept of light didn’t exist there, nor did the concept of darkness. And around , countless... planets stretched out to infinity. They were all globes."
Marcus’s eyes narrowed.
Jericho quietly leaned in, interlocking his fingers.
"All the countless planets revolved around sothing. That thing was a staff. A gigantic staff. It felt like the staff was planted on the ground of nothingness by a being." I paused, sucking in a large breath as my eyes widened. The vision halted.
What the hell is happening right now?
"Co on. Go on." Said Jerry.
"Oh," I shook my head, erasing the thoughts. "And then," The vision began once more, and I envisioned my words. "I heard a voice call out to . The voice was strange, yet familiar at the sa ti. It sounded like... my voice. But more, more, more mature. And just like Jericho’s, it shook to the core of my bones... Ah, and one more thing. The source of the voice wasn’t invisible."
I raised my neck, staring upward, like I could see what I explained.
"When I traced the source of the voice, I saw a lean, muscular figure, crouched on top of that large staff that all the planets revolved around. His golden eyes glead, piercing at as he stared straight into my soul. A rather mischievous grin stretched on his lips as he lazily rested his chin on his palm. He whispered, ’So it is you, omnia. They say you have no na, yet you inherited my legacy. Well, take it all. You aren’t naless. You are omnia.’"
My chest rose and fell softly as I finally stopped speaking.
I blinked rapidly, trying to make sure the visions had really stopped.
For a while, both Marcus and Jericho remained silent. They just stared at .
I looked at Jericho. Then at Marcus.
"Well?" I asked both of them, my breathing still slightly off balance.
"And then you woke up?" Jericho suddenly asked.
I shook my head. "No. And then you woke up."
"Well," Marcus spoke, "do you feel like you can do sothing you’ve never done before?"
I shook my head. "No, I don’t feel that way."
Marcus nodded. "Like , then."
In front of , the daily sign-in system screen floated.
Judging from the fact that Marcus hadn’t asked a thousand questions about it already, it was safe to assu that the systems were invisible to others.
~Daily sign-in available. Sign in at the H² subway station of City H, Y or N?~
I can’t sign in now. I’ll do it imdiately when we’re done with this conversation.
Just as I was about to speak, the system chid in with its familiar chanical voice, brimming with excitent.
[Ding–!]
[Fate has been stirred!]
[The intent of the Primordial Guardian, Olephus’s grand vestige, has rearranged a plot in the interweaving of the grand tapestry of fate.]
I narrowed my eyes.
This again?
[The universe stares down at Mortal {Dustin} in amusent.]
[Young Guardian, from the records of your own words and the approval of your predecessor’s vestige, you have awakened your class.]
My eyes widened.
What the fuck??
My class?
"Is sothing wrong, Duz?" Jericho asked, sensing my sudden daze.
"Uh.." I waved at him. "No, nothing’s wrong."
"What are you staring at?" Marcus asked.
I ignored him.
[Class: The Primordial Guardian.]
[The declaration made in your soul sea radiates to the consciousness of the amused universe.]
[You have gained a true na.]
[Omnia.]
[’Stand tall, new primordial guardian, and grow into the power of your predecessor. You have a debt to pay~’ –The universe.]
I rolled my eyes.
That’s what this is all about?
Great.
I’m now a primordial guardian with a primordial debt to pay.
A debt that isn’t even mine!
Tch.
But I do wonder what this debt is.
Do gods owe money?
I waved the system screen off.
Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ll discover it as I grow stronger.
For now...
I cleared my throat.
"Jericho," I gazed at Jerry. "The answer to your question is rather simple."
Jerry narrowed his eyes. Marcus crouched, leaning closer.
"What I’d do with power?" I smirked. "At first, I only considered survival. To be able to survive in a world plagued by monsters. But now, though," I raised my palm, clenching it. "I want far more than that."
"I want to see how far I can climb. I want to know what it feels like to be at the top of sothing for the first ti in my life. What I’d do with power? I’ll use it for myself. I’ll survive, grow stronger, and keep on growing stronger. I’ll beco soone to whom the concept of weakness no longer applies. I’ll beco soone who no longer hides or cowers in the face of danger. And..." My voice dropped low.
I’ll find Margie.
A bittersweet smile surfaced on my lips as I rembered her sweet, innocent smile in my dreams.
How did that sweet child grow up to beco that rebellio–
Eh, I probably shouldn’t judge her. I an, I’m no better, haha.
As I said this, Jericho’s face lightened, and a faint smile brushed his lips.
Marcus leaned back, finally sitting down on the ground as he sighed in resignation.
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