In one's life, there would be people who are revolting against you. People who would do anything in to bring you down.
" Prepare the retzis who agreed. This cocky monster would be finished.. " in the dark room, a voice sounded.
It was a gathering.
A few weeks after the appearance of Aenethi and cooperated with the city people, he abided by the rules and was branded as one of the pillars of the nation.
These pillars are formal cause of the nation. In other words, he was on the same standing as the Principles of Sword, The Grand Knight, and The King.
The citizens informally called him, "A walking myth" This was because most people judged Aenethi as stronger than The Grand Knight.
Also, they all thought that he would do great things and in the future, he would accomplish greater things. The trust was given, and they are all riding on it. He was respected by all.
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In a room, full of ornaments and antique vases, Aenethi laid in a bed. He dreamt of the same thing again. This time though, there was an extension.
These dreams are like a sequenced movie that unlocks an episode after you watched the previous one. "A guideline" if described in a different way.
In the dreamspace.
Baby Aenethi stared at the man waving with those mouthed words. Then,.. a ripple, almost like a water was seen. The Aenethi was now in his current form. He was confused and looked at the blank black space in front of him.
Suddenly, after turning and narrowing his eyes, he found a voice. A soft voice that was too sweet and familiar for him. He recalled his memories and wondered if where he perceived it.
"A..ye.." it sounded like it was far away but it could still be heard. " I'm sorry. It's not you.." somehow, by that phrase, he felt a slight throbbing in his heart.
It was years ago so he couldn't remember. The voice now reminded his heart of such memories
He turned around in caution, finding for the source of the voice.
"My dear.." he turned to his left, and he saw a blurred form of a woman. He couldn't see the face because the lavender hair was covering the it.
All he saw was a woman trying to cup his face. Then it stopped and the scene faded. This time,
" Come on! We'll be late~" a laughing could be heart behind him, and he swiveled to the sound.
"I...-" then suddenly, everything went silent again.
The pain in his heart was still endured but he can't help gripping his heart area just so the pain could focus on the skin.
" What.. Mel..lia?" he muttered. Finally, he remembered the name. The name of a woman who nurtured, and 'loved' him.
The name which brought so much emotions by just saying it.
...The woman whose name was loved by the walking myth.
He was about to fight the emotions, but then the landscape turned to a barren land. Surprisingly, the pain he felt also vanished. The sky was red, and the plains was full of bodies and the brown land have been dyed dark red of the blood. The corpses was seen all over the land eyes could see.
He walked under the red sky. Stepping over the bodies. ' .. Massacre?' The moment he thought of the words, a mountain came into sight. No, it was a mountain of dead bodies. One being sat there as Aenethi was looked down upon.
" You came." It was not a question nor a welcoming phrase. It was a declarative line like it was expecting him. Confusion entered Aenethi's mind.
"What..?"
[ Welcome to your world. ] He stretched his arms behind him and the vision changed.
Buildings were collapsed like a great tsunami passed by. Bodies were hanging on the incomplete structures. One person lost the lower half of its body. One lost a limb or two.
This grotesque scene was like a post-war of some sort. He didn't feel anything on the sprawled things.
" My world? What do you mean?" He turned to look at the unknown man sitting but he wasn't there. Instead, the man appeared beside him.
'Heeok! ' He was startled not by the sudden appearance, but by the image of the unknown man. He looked a lot like himself. Rather, he is a replica of Aenethi.
Aenethi-double glanced at the real Aenethi, [ I am your conscience. I can take any forms but it's more comfortable this way. ] he explained.
" Huh?" The real Aenethi confirmed the words, 'The conscience would be one with the mind of the real me. Since it's, this way, I should get information about this world.' he nodded.
Aenethi tapped his conscience's body, " What do you mean by world?".
Conscience. The very sole trait that keeps a mind sane. Its form in the human sense is like a small voice that lets you know the consequences of each action.
[ Hmm. How do I explain this? It's like..] Aenethi looked at his conscience form. The conscience clapped his hands in the success of summarizing the answer.
[ By opening up or activating this world, you have a chance in defeating the remaining knights and Zuckar! ] the conscience clasped its hands together as though he was satisfied.
But Aenethi was not. " What? What do you mean? Am I not strong enough?" The doubts of Aenethi was being doubled. Suddenly he remembered the words of the unnamed variable he threw out last time.
He payed it no mind after. Instead, he looked puzzled and different questions and he needed explanations.
The conscience sighed. [ Okay, since you have not much time I will make the explanations short as possible. You can't trigger this function in your brain easily so ask all the prioritized questions. Your mind is hurting me from all this confusion. ] he then rubbed his temples.
At first, Aenethi tilted his head at all the information he gathered from the sentence but asked anyway. Aenethi thought for a moment before finalizing a question.
" How can you move freely when you're a part or inside of me? I can't even control you when I try to. "
The conscience was taken aback by the question. It did not expect that this will be the first question. The amorphous matter grinned, [ Wow. Such intricate question. Well, it'll be faster to explain your next question though ]
The conscience cleared its throat as if he had one. [ You see, all of the conscience have what we call, —CS, the Conscience Spot. It's only a small area located in the darkest depths of the mind. You can't reach it whatever you try or do so it's futile. ]
The form started to walk making Aenethi follow. [ This area spot cannot be affected by the trivial happenings inside your brain. That is why, ] it placed its hands behind the back,
[ By just going out of that area makes us insane and we, the conscience, can only maintain forms outside that spot for at least 3 hours unless,.. the stronger our owner is, the longer he can maintain. ]
He paused for a moment and gazed with yearn in the distance. [ Back to the topic. I, the conscience of yours, is an independent thinking entity that is the trigger form of the mind. Which is to say that, I select parts of the after scene—which you humans call 'consequences'. ] He looked at Aenethi and nodded, ' it is nice to have me as the conscience..'
Aenethi stopped and looked down, he was in deep thoughts. ' So there is that part of the mind. I can't control them but they are completely on my side, I see? I need to ask something before the minor details..'
Aenethi stared at his independent conscience before throwing out, "What was those visions I saw before I entered?"
To which the conscience replied, [ Oh that? ] he gave a mocking titter, [ Pfff. Just,.. a little something to help you. ]
Aenethi darkened by his words. The conscience was a part of him, but he didn't remember his conscience being smart in a 'joker' way.
' I mean, it is nice that he "helped" me, but..'
The entity then added, [ That was your conscious trying to trigger this world. It doesn't happen normally, but you're from the 'not normal' group. ]
Aenethi nodded, then remembered, " By the way, you referred yourself as 'we'. Why is that?"
This time, conscience was caught off guard. The sweat was now forming in the replica of Aenethi's body. [ Uhm.. it-it's a classified information..]
Aenethi planned of a way to say at least a bit of information. He thought of the most confusing chaos and turmoil and his mind turned into a mess.
The conscience shaked and held hid head. [Aaah—!! Stop! Stop! ] he bent down, cowering.
Aenethi stopped, and a smug smile was in his lips. "So?"
The conscience was still dizzy but it still stood up. [ You little...] the sigh became a verification of an answer. [ Well,.. there are things I can tell you but there are some you can't. ]
The entity pulled out two fingers. [ First is that, we have this Conscience World where we can see and feel other conscience but we cannot identify their owner. ]
He placed his right wrist on his waist and opened his palm on the other, [ It's like an awakening system and you, my dear owner, have awakened me. The stronger the owner is, the stronger I become! ]
" So that is why you think I can't beat other transcendence? " Aenethi asked.
[ Yes, yes. My, a perfect owner for a perfect little me~! ] the attitude of this conscience was far cry from the attitude of Aenethi.
'With my conscience seeing all kinds of strengths on their world, he will be able to discern the level difference of him and others.' Aenethi then looked at his conscience,
"What do I call you?" Is the last question he managed before noticing the effects of the landscape fading out.
The conscience looked back and muttered, [..Nexus.]
Then, finally.. the 'nexus' between him and his conscience was cut off.
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