Mirandor is a place that has an abundance of fictional energy that conducts magic and aura. It's a world with various magical places and horror plantations with weird magi flora and fauna ( magical beasts and plants). This is how we see the new place.
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Ugh...
Great, what is this now? Another dream? Am I in Inception? Fantastic! Dreaming about Eastern European-themed houses adorned with intricate carvings and flickering lanterns that seem to glow with their own magical light.
Knock Knock
"Come in."
"Master Wade, we have packed your luggage, and you are ready to depart for the academy at any time."
I blink as the maid enters the room. She's… different. Not just because of her perfect posture or because her black and white maid outfit clings elegantly to her. No, it's the ears. Perched on her head are sleek, cat-like ears that twitch ever so slightly. Her silver hair falls in soft waves down her back, contrasting against the dark fabric of her uniform.
Her eyes—wait, are they glowing?—are sharp and glowing yellow, almost predatory, like she's constantly evaluating everything around her. She's holding a large sword, which seems oddly out of place given her ethereal appearance. The flowing ruffles of her skirt shift lightly as if there's a breeze inside the room, even though I'm sure the windows are shut.
This maid doesn't look half bad, I mean, she definitely works out. She's tall, graceful, and moves with an air of confidence, but there's something about her that screams danger.
Wade, huh? This dream is getting more and more real now.
"What was your name again?"
How cute—she gets slightly annoyed, but only for a second.
"Master Wade."
The maid's tone sharpens, and there's a dangerous edge to her voice. I hope this isn't one of those dreams where I end up being attacked again.
"I think I told you earlier, Master Wade, but you can't skip going to the academy by playing dumb. You're already 24 but still want to play games. The family won't tolerate it, especially if it impacts your job."
What the hell is this about? Even in a dream, there's someone nagging me about playing games, going to school, and being lazy.
But it's still kind of interesting and immersive, given how boring and short my previous dreams were.
The last thing I remember is tossing that little package of horrors—wait, I mean, that small child—away from the bus. Maybe I'm in a coma or something, and this is the part where I wake up soon. Or maybe not? Is this how a 10-year coma feels? Not some lost-in-the-dark, deep-shit feeling like I expected.
"Master Wade!!!"
The maid's voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
"I'm asking you again to pack up and leave right now!!"
Damn, this maid is something else entirely. How messed up do you have to be to tolerate a rant from a low-paid servant? I'm going to tone her down.
"Aren't you forgetting something, Eva?" (Why did I call her that all of a sudden?)
What the...? Why do I feel cold in a dream? And why is she holding that long sword again? I really don't want to feel pain now, not even in a dream. Let's just roll with it.
"A smile. Won't you even smile for seeing me off?"
Wow, this temperature change in a dream is something I should tell that weird movie director about.
But man, her expressions are worth capturing—my god, look at her flustered face and that swaying tail! If I had a girlfriend like this, it would definitely be worth dying for.
"Master Wade, please don't joke around. Prepare to depart. Due to academy rules, I can't accompany you, and frankly, you don't pay me enough to deal with your mess either. I'll cheer you on to find someone there who can handle you."
That was a long-winded answer, but at least this dream seems like it's going to continue for a bit.
This dream setting is something else: magic-powered things everywhere! There's even a Tesla-like car, but it runs on magic energy. There are old-school carriages too, but they look so luxurious that I'd definitely want to try them out. And yeah, I can finally cry while riding my own magic-powered Bugatti. There's even G-maps here—how convenient! I wonder, do they still use the internet in this magic world? How free do you have to be to develop something like this?
My imagination of a world with magic didn't include roads with such a smooth texture. I don't even know what material they're using, but at this point, I'm wondering what came first: the wheel or flight magic? Anyway, I'm driving this baby fast—62 miles per hour! That's insane speed for you suckers back on Earth's highways. Wait, what's happening to me? I'm not even following the metric system anymore.
The setting is a modern city with magical skyscrapers—I don't know what to call them, but they're impressive.
Wait, why am I slowing down? And why is the car veering to the side automatically?
Knock knock
As I roll down the window, there's a drone hovering outside. But it doesn't have any fans! Why...? I mean, why a drone? Aren't these people a magic civilization?
"Hello, sir. You've been monitored for disrupting traffic and causing potential harm."
"Huh? What am I doing wrong? Was I driving too fast?"
"Are you mocking us, sir? You're slowing down the entire highway. Even a magi-bike is following the regulation speed of at least 93 miles per hour. Look, sir, you seem like a well-respected gentleman and someone who's just started driving, so we'll let you off with a small fee this time. But next time, we'll take measures that you won't enjoy. If you're still hesitant to drive fast, you can use the kids' learning lane. It's right beside you. Our algorithm shows you're a novice and all. If not, we can't tell if you're deliberately trying to pay for slowing down like that influencer did. Man, the millions they wasted could've been used to hire a magic illusionist instead of that mess. By the way, did I mention I know a guy for illusions?"
Man, how humiliating! Asking me to drive faster than this and getting trolled by some magic e-bike crap. And what's this 'I know a guy' thing? Aren't you a human talking through a drone? Aren't these jobs outsourced to some undeveloped country for cheap labor? And a kids' lane? How lame.
Let's just turn on autopilot and be done with it.
"Sorry, officer, I'll follow the rules this time. It won't happen again. There's this auto-drive mode here—I'll use that and make sure I don't cause any more harm."
"Sure, but you're really not interested in that guy's contact? I know a guy who can connect you with another guy, or maybe you could give me your card, and I can help you earn more. You just have to ask three of your friends to register with us. It's a new company called 3DTriangle."
Man, they have pyramid schemes here too? Guess humans are the same everywhere.
"Thanks, officer. I'll let you know."
So this car has an auto-drive function? Just input the directions, and it'll drop you off. Kind of like G-maps, but instead of showing directions, it actually takes you there.
Looks like I'll reach my destination pretty fast now...