I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was in my small, cluttered bedroom, the morning sunlight streaming through the grimy window. But my mind was still reeling from the vivid dream I'd just had.
In the dream, I was standing in a massive arena, surrounded by towering stone walls and a crowd of jeering spectators. I was facing off against a monstrous creature, its body a twisted mass of scales and muscle.
The creature's eyes glowed with an otherworldly energy, and its jaws were open wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.
I tried to defend myself, but my movements were slow and clumsy. The creature's claws swiped at me, tearing through my clothes and leaving deep gashes in my skin. I stumbled backward, tripping over my own feet.
The referee, a tall, thin man with a cruel grin, stood at the edge of the arena, shouting insults and encouragement to the creature. "You're worthless!" he screamed. "You're nothing!"
I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes as I recalled the shame and humiliation I felt in the dream. Referee blamed me for my lack of talent, for being weak. The referee's words cut deep, and I wondered if I was indeed worthless.
But then, something strange happened. Time seemed to freeze, and a voice whispered in my ear, "You're the one." A purple lightning bolt struck me, and everything went black.
I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. It was just a dream, I told myself. But the memory of it lingered, haunting me.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and planted my feet firmly on the ground. I stretched my arms over my head, yawning. It was just another ordinary day.
I got dressed in the same worn jeans and faded t-shirt I'd been wearing for weeks. I headed to the small kitchen to make some breakfast, but all I found were stale bread crumbs and a nearly empty jar of jam.
I sighed and rubbed my head. I was so tired of living like this. I was tired of being poor.
I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door, trudging through the dusty streets to get to my part-time job at a nearby restaurant. As I walked in, Rian, the owner's son, kicked me playfully. "Hey, Lucifer!you dog! Get to work! I need you to supply my friends with food first."
I nodded, my mind wandering back to the dream. What did it mean? Why did I feel so connected to it?
At evening,after my job was over i went to home and began to cook food for myself.even while eating i was thinking about the dream.
After eating i slept in my bed.
I trudged home from my part-time job, my mind still reeling from the strange dream I'd had the night before. As I walked through the door, I headed straight to the kitchen to cook some dinner.
As I ate, my mind wandered back to the dream. I couldn't shake the feeling that it was more than just a dream. But what did it mean?
After finishing my meal, I headed to bed, feeling exhausted. As soon as I drifted off to sleep, I found myself back in the arena.
The same monster loomed over me, its claws swiping at me with deadly precision. I tried to defend myself, but I was no match for its strength.
Just as all hope seemed lost, a figure appeared out of nowhere.He was tall, with piercing blue hair and a handsome yet cold face. His voice was intimidating and scary, sending shivers down my spine.
"You're talented in magic, but you chose a warrior class," he said, his eyes narrowing. "An orc's head is its weak point. Even a slow punch would be enough to kill it."
With that, he demonstrated his point, punching the monster's head with lightning-fast speed. I couldn't even see his hand move.
The monster crumpled to the ground, defeated. The man turned to me, his expression unreadable.
"You would have won if you'd targeted its head," he said. "But such a pity,now, you're gravely injured. You're going to die."
His words were like a punch to the gut. I felt my vision blurring, my body weakening.
And then, the purple lightning struck me again.
I opened my eyes to find myself back in my bed. I was confused, disoriented. What was real, and what was just a dream?
I looked around my room, trying to ground myself in reality. The clock on my nightstand read 6:00 AM.
I rubbed my temples, trying to process everything that had happened. The dream, the man, the monster... it all felt so real.
But it was just a dream, I told myself. It wasn't real.
I threw off the covers and got out of bed, determined to put the dream behind me. I had a long day of work ahead of me at the restaurant.
As I headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The dream had felt too real, too vivid.
And then, there was the man. Who was he, and why did he seem so familiar?
I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand. I had to get ready for work.
But the dream lingered in the back of my mind, refusing to be forgotten.
I trudged into the restaurant, my feet heavy with the weight of another long day ahead. Rian, the owner's son, was already there, lounging in the corner with his friends.
As I began to take orders and serve food, Rian caught my eye. "Hey, Lucifer! Bring us some more drinks, and make sure they're cold!" he shouted, snapping his fingers at me.
I gritted my teeth and nodded, forcing a smile onto my face. As I hurried to comply with Rian's demands, I couldn't help but think about how unfair it all was.
All Rian did was bring his friends in and party, never lifting a finger to help with the workload. He didn't have a care in the world, while I was stuck here, slaving away just to make ends meet.
I felt a surge of resentment towards Rian, but I pushed it down, knowing that I couldn't afford to lose my temper. Not here, not now.
As I delivered the drinks to Rian's table, he barely even acknowledged me, too busy laughing and joking with his friends. I felt like nothing more than a servant, a mere inconvenience to Rian's otherwise perfect life.
I bit back a sigh and continued with my work, trying to keep my mind off the injustice of it all. But it was hard, oh so hard, to keep my anger and frustration in check.
And suddenly as I worked, the sky outside darkened, and a strange purple lightning began to struck everyone present there.
people sitting in vehicles,in our restaurant and also people walking in streets nearby.it was similar to the lightning in my dream.then at last it also struck Rian,his friends and ofcourse,i also got struck by it again. I felt myself being pulled back into the arena.
I closed my eyes in fear.when i opened my eyes,i saw many people who were struck by lightning just like me.
I stumbled backward, my eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. I was back in the arena, surrounded by the same cheering crowds. The referee stood before me, a sly grin spreading across his face.
"Welcome to Gods Arena," the referee said, his voice dripping with malice. "Hi everyone welcome.You're going to participate in a little game. Are you ready?
I pinched my cheeks to see whether it was dream or reality.and unfortunately,IT WAS REALITY!!!
My heart pounded in my chest. What was going on? Why was I back in this nightmare?