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°•○● Table of Gods! - Chapter "33" -/ T
"Dreamy Creepy Dreams - 3" °•○●
Eren was very worried in the time until the internet came. He felt like he was going to cry with happiness the moment he could actually get the connection working and open the search engine everyone was using.
Then he stared blankly at the screen.
"Where should I start?"
First, he searched for a movie that was months away. Even though the computer's date is the same as the day he left Earth, Eren wanted to try his luck. But as he expected, he could not learn anything from the future.
"Today is the day I spoke with that female voice. I am trapped in The day I was abducted from my school. It's just wonderful." Eren understood something with this sentence. He had time until the meteor hit, but all he could think of about how to get out of here was school. His school was probably the key or something important.
Afterwards, he toured several takebook pages and social media sites. He looked at the homepages of news sites or sites like Wikipedia. It had nothing to do with teleporting. Nothing big happened that day. The entire internet was normal and probably up to date until around noon when Eren disappeared. While Eren was closing a news site, he ignored a news in the corner. A news headline about a major earthquake in the Middle East.
He spent a few minutes opening his phone and plugging it into a charger or playing a song or two of his favorite artists in the background. He randomly found the music from Tutube because he didn't remember the Tpotify password. Maybe every minute of that moment mattered. But these kind of simple things were Eren's habits. It was his routine that he could not easily change and that made him happy.
When he finally felt ready, he created a new word file on the home page of the computer and wrote a small list in it. He thought that if he learned everything on the seven-item list at a basic level, he wouldn't be helpless past the fifth floor of the Temple, even on the fiftieth floor. There was so much on the list about machinery, animals, and chemistry. But Eren was already able to obtain many things from the Temple's market.
Eren needed creative ways to use these dangerous items, not how to make things he could buy. For example, how should he use a grenade, a mine or a tank that he will have purchasing power in the future? Is every weapon reliable or functional? Are firepower or chemical weapons more effective against biological creatures?
These questions needed answers.
But there was one item at the top of the list that he cared more about than anything else. He did not number this item, but rather surrounded it with capital letters and exclamation points. It wasn't how to make weapons, karate-judo training kits, or steam engine building. This item was even more important than any of them. It was a vast blessing to help Eren both physically and mentally.
A very ancient skill and secret that his mother knew. Something usually taught to women...
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Sewing!
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"The sacred art of Sewing!"
Maybe Eren was exaggerating because he cared so much about sewing for personal reasons. But it was a real necessity in Temple. And if he were to be allowed to learn one thing before exiting this dream, his only wish would be to "sew". Even this dream and the questions of who teleported him to the Temple would come after sewing. After months of burning, nappy rash and even irritation in her legs and arms, Eren had a more practical and insane mindset.
He had developed a secret love for the T-shirt he was wearing and the soft comfortable underwear underneath his pants. He detailed his search, wondering how to make clothes, how to make the easiest rope, or how to sew a sweater.
Eren's next ten minutes was spent sifting through silly sites, the next half hour wasting the most useful videos, and three hours were spent finding and practicing needle-and-thread in the market.
Eren had a lot of trouble with the foundations. For example, he learned that it is very difficult to make clothes without a sewing machine. Or he realized how luxurious things made by hand were unless they were produced in clothing-shops, such as sweaters and leather garments. Such things normally required a lot of effort and time.
But as long as Eren could sew simple underwear and shorts out of normal fabric, he would be happy. He didn't have big dreams.
He didn't want the clothing sold in the Temple's Market, the expensive stuff that only worked during the war. He was willing to kill a thousand spiders for a normal cotton T-shirt.
"BUT NO! NOT A SINGLE NORMAL CLOTHING IS IN THE STUPID MARKET!!!" Things that looked like regular clothes and had weird features were also worth at least millions of Z's. The shoe with the simplest heat and gravity compensation feature was 200,000Z, and the astronaut helmet with unlimited fresh air was 6 Million Z.
All the clothes that Eren bought cheaply were also thick, uncomfortable, and leather. Stupid creature skin things that can't be shredded and used for simpler things. Eren had torn a lot of the clothes he wore to avoid spider bites. And as a result, all he got was that he realized how much he hated leather things.
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In the following hours, the air temperature did not change. The light level remained the same. The roar of the bustling wind outside and the quiet internet cafe were the same.
Sometimes Eren was a little scared here.
Now he lifted his head and looked behind him. Although he knew that there was no one else but him in this dream, he felt the emotions of a horror movie.
He struggled with the feeling of vulnerability that he had felt so much when he first went to the temple.
He took a few deep breaths and calmed himself down. When he came back, he turned up the music and held the long knitting needles in his hand with greater courage(!)
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In the following hours, the air temperature did not change. The light level remained the same. The roar of the bustling wind outside and the quiet internet cafe were the same.
Sometimes Eren was a little scared here.
Now he lifted his head and looked behind him. Although he knew that there was no one else but him in this dream, he felt the emotions of a horror movie.
He struggled with the feeling of vulnerability that he had felt so much when he first went to the temple.
He took a few deep breaths and calmed himself down. When he came back, he turned up the music and held the long knitting needles in his hand with greater courage(!)
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He never tried to be an expert on things. The basics followed, he practiced, and then, when he had achieved something, he moved on to other subjects. He had too much time. But it was also very little time.
"Time is such a relative thing."
But he tried everything on a level that he could improve with further practice. With the countless materials he carried to the internet cafe, he sometimes opened the video on the computer and sat on the floor and repeated it. Sometimes, when he was bored, he was visiting the sites he liked. He laughed while watching the sitcom scenes he missed from Tutube. And he felt hungry when he saw the steak that the main character ate in a scene dinner scene.
He stopped in front of a market in the bazaar with the music coming out from the headphones around his neck. He grabbed one of the cheapest ice creams from the ice cream fridge. He filled his bag with snacks while biting into the plain lemon and popsicle ice cream.
He rummaged through the cabinets in a large restaurant. Salami gathered fresh bread and sandwich ingredients. He changed the songs coming from his earphones while he was eating the snacks in the sandwich and food bag in his hand.
"I don't understand why there is no line."
Networks were not working although there was internet. Then he realized that he couldn't solve this situation right away. Although he inserted the sim cards he bought from the phone shop into the phone, he could not run anything. Then he gave up trying and walked aimlessly for several minutes.
Finally, he sat in the middle of the bazaar, in a spot known to the people of the whole city.
This place looked like a ghost town without the hundreds of people walking around all the time.
It was a bright and spacious landscape. But even in the sweetest and most colorful moments, Eren found this scene strange.
He ate, tried desserts he had never tried before, and poked around at every electronics store he saw.
But he had a strange feeling of fright that he couldn't explain.
When exactly 9 hours passed since he was found in the dream, Eren understood what this feeling was.
"Someone is watching me..."
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