'I accepted Gods were real'
'I didn't ask any questions when they mentioned the zombie apocalypse'
'heck I even believed we could get superpowers by swallowing a mysterious crystal'
'but this is where I draw the line!'
Aaron lay there, caught between reality and a dream-like state. The sensation of resting on Isabella's lap was undoubtedly real, but it felt so surreal. He couldn't help but question the circumstances, wondering if this was some bizarre afterlife where the rules of the world had been rewritten. There was a peculiar tension in the air, and it didn't help that he was being fed noodles by the enigmatic woman herself.
He stared up at Isabella with a furrowed brow, his mind racing with questions. "Isabella, I have to ask. Do you realize that I'm not actually injured?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. His abrupt inquiry hung in the air, shattering the fragile illusion of this moment.
Isabella paused, her eyes meeting Aaron's, her lips slightly parted as if she were about to answer. Her professional composure seemed to waver for a brief moment, revealing a hint of vulnerability. It was a subtle blush that brushed her cheeks, a glimpse of something more beneath her exterior. She maintained an air of authority, though, as she spoke.
"Aaron, you are my patient," she replied with conviction, her tone unwavering, her gaze steady. "And I will treat you as such. Any other concerns are secondary to your well-being."
This response perplexed Aaron. Her words were clear, but the rosy tint on her cheeks spoke of a completely different situation. It was as if she was trying to maintain a facade, concealing something beneath her professional demeanor. Aaron decided to let the matter rest for now, not wanting to spoil the divine experience he was having.
With Isabella's graceful and caring demeanor, the meal proceeded smoothly. As she finished feeding him, she rose from her position and placed the empty bowl aside. With a soft, enigmatic smile, she announced, "You're all done, Aaron."
He watched her with a sly grin as he lay there, still basking in the aftermath of a situation he couldn't quite fathom. "So, what happens now?" he inquired playfully. "You've treated your patient. Do you simply leave me to rest, or is there more to this heavenly experience?"
Isabella's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as she stood up, her gaze meeting Aaron's with a mix of uncertainty and shyness. "Well, it wouldn't be very professional of me to stay," she mumbled, avoiding his eyes. "I suppose I should let you rest and recover."
She turned toward the exit, her movements betraying a trace of reluctance. Just as she was about to leave the room, Aaron couldn't resist a final remark to add a touch of mischief to the situation.
"Isabella, if you ever want to repeat this heavenly experience, you know where to find me," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eye.
With a hint of a smile, Isabella replied, "Maybe in the future, if you promise not to get yourself 'injured' again."
Isabella left Aaron with a small pamphlet. She mentioned that it had fallen when the zombies he'd controlled disposed of others, a revelation that stirred his memory of controlling zombies before he lost consciousness.
As Aaron delved into the pamphlet's contents, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd landed in a realm somewhere between a sci-fi movie and a fantasy novel. It was a wild world, no doubt.
First, he discovered some tidbits about the Apocalypse. This was the real deal – systems and supernatural abilities had invaded the daily grind of ordinary life, throwing everyone for a loop. It felt as if reality itself had put on a costume and was now running wild.
But the part that really caught his attention was the power tiers. He could hardly believe his eyes as he read about beings ranging from unclassified to the 10th realm. It was like a whole new version of a superhero games.
Of course, the most crucial bit was about those crystals. They were the key to leveling up your powers – like some kind of cosmic XP. You had to find 'em, collect 'em, and then plug 'em into a power tower to beef up yourself. It sounded like the world's weirdest scavenger hunt.
The pamphlet even covered the souls part. Apparently, when someone met their doom or turned into a zombie, their soul got squished into one of those forehead. Those gems weren't just for show; they held the essence of who you used to be. And that meant everyone was trying to nab as many of 'em as they could.
But there was another twist in this game of souls. The pamphlet hinted at something even deeper – some next-level soul stuff. It talked about being watched and having supernatural entities breathing down your neck, like you were the main act in a cosmic freak show. It was a lot to swallow, but Aaron was starting to see that everything in this new world was part of some grand, twisted design.
Finally, the pamphlet got into the nitty-gritty of abilities and realms. It was like an instruction manual for your superpowers. If you wanted to get better at your abilities, you had to understand the abilities you were tied to. Basically, it meant diving into a trance-like state, a kind of "in-the-zone" experience, and figuring out the secrets of your own powers and practicing.
As Aaron reached the end of the pamphlet, he couldn't help but feel like he'd stepped into a sci-fi book that just couldn't decide on a single genre. The rules were different, the challenges were intense, and the mysteries were everywhere. He knew he had to grasp the ins and outs of this new world – not only for his own sake but also for the safety and survival of his sister and Isabella.