The dorm room was silent, the dim glow of the academy's security lights casting faint shadows on the walls. Isaac's body lay still, his chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. Yet his mind was anything but calm.
Somewhere within the depths of his subconscious, the Da'at System stirred, activating an unfamiliar process.
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[Dream Synchronization Engaged]
Reliving memories of Isaac the Dawnbringer.
Progress: 20%. Stage: Beginner.
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The world around Isaac shifted, fading into a blur of color and sound. When his vision cleared, he was no longer himself. He was smaller, weaker, and filled with a rage that threatened to consume him.
A voice echoed in the air—not his, but his alternate self's, Isaac the Dawnbringer. It was filled with bitterness, sorrow, and an unyielding resolve.
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'Hatred. That's where it began. Not strength, not faith, not purpose. Just pure, unrelenting hatred.' Dawnbringer voice was laced with hatred.
The image of a dark alley came into view, the acrid stench of filth and smoke filling the air. A small boy—me—huddled against a crumbling wall, his thin frame trembling as distant screams echoed through the night.
'I was nothing. A child born into the slums, forgotten by the world. The only family I Had, died in front of me, no dreams to cling to. Only them—those wretched creatures who took everything from me.'
The boy peeked around the corner, his wide, terrified eyes locking onto the chaos unfolding in the streets. Homes were ablaze, their orange flames licking at the night sky. Shadows moved through the firelight—hulking, grotesque figures with glowing red eyes and jagged claws.
'Demons. I didn't know what they were then, but I knew what they did. They burned everything in their path. They laughed as they tore families apart. I watch as they brutally killed man, women, and children. Like a tide of chaos they didn't stop.'
The boy's small hands dug into the crumbling brick as he tried to steady himself. His heart pounded in his chest as a massive shadow passed by the alley's entrance. The demon's claws scraped against the stone, leaving jagged marks in its wake.
'They didn't stop until there was nothing left. Not my mother. Not my father. Not me.'
The boy shrank back, pressing himself against the wall as tears streamed down his face.
'But even in the darkness, there was light.'
A figure emerged from the smoke—a man clad in armor that glinted faintly in the firelight. His tabard bore the insignia of the holy order, a radiant sunburst, and his sword gleamed with a faint golden light.
'He wasn't like us. He wasn't weak, or afraid. He was a crusader—a warrior of the light. And he didn't hesitate.'
The crusader charged toward the demon, his blade shining as it clashed against the creature's claws. Sparks flew as steel met flesh, and the demon howled in pain.
'I watched him fight, my heart racing with every strike. He moved like a force of nature, his blade cutting through the demon's twisted body as if it were nothing. I couldn't look away.'
With a final, devastating blow, the demon fell, its body collapsing into ash. The crusader stood over the remains, his blade still glowing faintly as he surveyed the destruction around him.
'And then, he saw me.'
The man's gaze softened as it landed on the boy. He sheathed his sword, stepping closer.
'That was the moment my life changed. He didn't ask for my name, or my story. He just looked at me, saw what I was, and decided I was worth saving.'
"Hey," the crusader called, his voice firm yet kind. "You there. Are you hurt?"
The boy shook his head, his wide eyes filled with uncertainty.
"Where are your parents?" the crusader asked, though he already knew the answer.
The boy swallowed hard, looking down at his feet. "They're… gone."
The crusader's expression hardened, but there was no judgment in his eyes. He knelt down, resting a gauntleted hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Come with me," he said simply. "You don't have to face this alone."
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'The slums faded into the distance as he led me away, his golden blade lighting the path. He didn't speak much, but his presence was enough. For the first time in my life,even when my parents still alive, I felt safe.'
They stopped in a quiet clearing, far from the chaos of the slums. The crusader knelt down, his gaze serious as he looked the boy in the eye.
"'Kid," he said, his voice steady, "do you know what those creatures were ?"
The boy nodded slowly. "Demons."
The crusader's jaw tightened. "That's right. Demons are creatures of chaos and destruction. They take everything from the innocent… and they won't stop."
The boy's small hands clenched at his sides, his thin shoulders trembling. "I… I hate them," he whispered.
The crusader's gaze softened. "Good. Hold onto that feeling. But don't let it control you. If you want to fight them, you'll need strength—strength of body, mind, and spirit."
He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I'll train you. I'll show you how to protect yourself and others. But you need to promise me something."
The boy looked up, his wide eyes filled with determination. "What?"
"Promise me," the crusader said, "that you'll never give up. No matter how hard it gets, no matter how much it hurts. You'll keep fighting. Can you do that?"
The boy hesitated, the weight of the promise sinking in. Then, with a deep breath, he nodded.
"I promise," the boy said, his voice steady despite the tears in his eyes. "I'll make them pay for what they did."
The crusader's lips curled into a faint smile. "Good. Then we'll start tomorrow. Rest now, Isaac. You've been through enough for one day."
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"And so, I swore an oath. Not just to him, but to myself. I would grow stronger. I would carve order into chaos. And I would erase the demons who had taken everything from me."
The world began to blur, the memory fading like smoke in the wind.
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The Dorm Room
Isaac woke with a start, his body drenched in sweat. The dorm room was quiet, but his heart raced as the dream lingered in his mind.
"That wasn't my memory," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "It was his."
The system chimed softly in his mind.
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[Dream Synchronization Complete.]
Progress retained: 20% (Isaac the Dawnbringer).
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Isaac exhaled sharply, leaning back against the bed. "Great," he muttered. "Just what I needed. More memories that aren't mine."
Yet deep down, he couldn't ignore the fire that stirred within him—a faint ember of purpose that hadn't been there before.
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A/N: So this chapter about isaac reliving his alternative self,everytime he sleep he gonna relive one of his alternative self. So I try updating 2 chapter per day