《Dungeon of books》Awareness - Chapter 1
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In a moment my eyes opened, no it was less like I opened them but more as if my vision had refocused. One of the first things I noticed is that I am in a white void or was it black, is it a mix between the two?… No, It was something else, something that even as I am standing in it I still cannot recognize, it is not like it is not there or that it is trying to hide from me but more like there is nothing to see. Then it clicked that what I was seeing was nothing, not white or black or anything of the sort but the concept of nothing, that is why I can’t recognize it, cause my existence refuses for it to exist.
After the first cursory glance, I tried to focus on the nothingness but all it did was cause my mind to spin and made me feel nauseated, after feeling nauseated my mind goes back to what happened earlier. Did I die, is this the afterlife, am I just in a coma. Those thoughts run through my mind at dizzying speeds, the thoughts were so fast it overwhelmed me, but even though all these crazed thoughts and emotions run through my mind I still feel the void that had devoured me, sitting at the center of my being. I quickly focused on the void as if it was instinctual, my emotions and my thoughts were devoured by the void almost instantly until all I could feel was emptiness but when I tried to bring my mind out of the void It was as if the void was calling me back to it, not wanting me to go, I shivered, the void scares me, it was acting like it was someone else, something malevolent, something that didn’t just want emotion or thought but also wanted my existence, maybe to devour or maybe to merge but whatever it wanted, I knew it would not be good to me.
Knowing that I was able to act with some clarity again, I could now refocus on my surroundings. Though there was not much to focus on, I kept twirling to see if there was something or someone to see but it looked like there were nothing to find anything. Even if there was something to find, I could not find it by just sitting here. I tried to stand up…nothing, I tried to walk… nothing. I then looked at my body for the first time and then all I saw was my everything, I knew it was not my body at first glance but I also knew it was my body, cause it was my everything, it was my emotions, it was my dreams, it was my hopes, it was my memories good and bad and finally it was my mind. It was just as confusing as the nothing that surrounded me, it was not a sphere or was shaped like my body it was just a clump of my everything crumpled up into an odd-shaped ball that at the same time was not a ball. I quickly took my gaze off of my everything or was it, my soul, even if it was not my soul it is the next best thing to describe it as, but even though I was able to put that together I could feel just from the brief look I had now that I would be overwhelmed by it, and I would have to put my mind back into the void to calm back down, I wish to avoid such an outcome cause we just don’t know what it could do to me if I continued putting my mind into it.
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Then I wondered, if I am just the soul, could I still move, or am I just stuck here unable to do anything. So then I tried to will myself to move as if I was walking, But then I realized another problem because I was just in nothingness, therefore I could not tell if I was moving or just staying in the same spot looking like an idiot. I tried to do the same willing action to move in another direction, still can’t tell if I was moving or not. Then I tried to will myself into two separate directions, but just as I started there was pain, not just some pain but all the pain as if every time I have felt pain till now was nothing. My everything hurt so much that I lost focus again. In a mind that was full of agony that was slowly diminishing, my consciousness slowly emerged once again. When I was back in control once more I knew in hindsight that I was being stupid and idiotic, at this point, I knew that I was going insane cause the constant nothingness was slowly eroding my mind.
After an indeterminate amount of time, I was only forcing myself around with my will, and all I was doing in the meantime was reimagine the story I have read, over and over again in my mind. At some point, I just started to imagine a new story, with all the creatures that I know from fantasy and myths. I knew I just couldn't keep this up, the nothingness that was constantly eroding my mind, making me go crazier and more insane by the second.
You know what I won't do this anymore, I will not just sit here doing nothing as the nothingness erodes me. I will fight all of this nothingness that is controlling me, that is eroding me. At this point, my mind is overcome by anger and rage at the nothingness for making me stay here. I lashed out with my non-existent fist doing nothing to the nothingness but the state my mind that I am in can’t recognize it, all I continue to do is lash out with nothing at nothing, screaming at nothing. I just do this for what feels like days but yet after nothing happens over and over again, all the screaming turns into silent crying, crying at the nothingness, crying at my constant inability to be able to control anything around me. Then there I stayed somehow rolling into a crying ball while already being something like a ball.
There in that space of nothingness, I was again unable to do anything, I was just pushed to the sidelines again, cause just like my life I was too weak to be able to control what I wanted, cause all I am is a tool for others to use to help them move themselves up with their agendas. A useless puppet that is unable to control anything for itself. Then just as in my life, the void that sits in the middle of my existence starts to consume me once again, but this time it looks like it is going to finish the job, and why would I try to stop it cause all that is left for me is to fade into nothingness like my surroundings.
Before the void can consume me once more I am gripped by something, no not fear but a real physical force that lifts me up or does it I can’t tell, but all I know is that the fear that this is producing is causing the void to go back to the center of my being and it is also stopped the void from devouring me any further. Then the invisible force that grabbed me brings me to, well I don’t know even if I could focus on the surroundings I still could not tell if I am moving cause well you just can’t tell in the nothingness but I swear I was moving somewhere. Though I am still consumed by fear at the moment, cause it felt like someone grabbed me everywhere at once even the parts that were inside of me. Once I was able to regain my senses from the terror that well gripped me, I was able to see what most likely brought me here, it didn't look alive, it was an endless set of runes that were spiraling in several lines that made up a sphere that several of these spheres made up a rune for a bigger sphere, this continues for what I could tell is infinitely, but also I look at the smaller runes, I could tell that they were also made of these spheres, I guessed that the rune that made up these smaller spheres also were made of runes that were made by spheres for what I guessed could also go till infinitely.
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Yet before I could grasp more details about the strange object that is in front of me it was blocked by something.
Lost Soul Detected… Retrieving
Successful
Huh… Wait what is this, before I could continue the thought another one popped out.
Cohesive thought detected
Initializing into system…
At the moment that the message popped out a dot also appeared, the dot then folded itself into a line. Flabbergasted by what is happening in front of me, I fail to realize what the message said. The line that was previously a dot folded out into a square, then the square folded out of itself several times till it became a cube. The cube then floated close to me, and then it just bumped into me. When it bumped into me I felt something was missing, no it was nothing important it just felt like something vital that had part of me was removed with pinpoint precision so that nothing else was able to leak out. In the box that was now slowly floating away, I could see something inside of it, it was not one of my memories or a piece of my soul, It was something that I could not even grasp the concept of, something that could only be referred to as life, yet that still does not do it justice. Once the box was 1.5 or so meters away from me, then it was just gone, for a moment I just thought it teleported but no, I think it just traveled at a speed beyond my imagination. Now that I was relooking at the spiraling vortex of runes I could see other boxes near some runes, some were smaller while others were bigger than a city, not a continent. Yet before I could get back to staring at the imagery, a Window that looked far more real appeared in front of me again.
Initializing into system…
Successful
Checking Elemental affinities
Results
34% Creation
24% Ash
46% Radiation
(Gamma variant)
12% Celestial
50% Abyss
.000001% Divine
10% Fire
5% water
14% air
8% earth
25% light
25% dark
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Further Basic/lower elements that have less than 5% affinity are not being shown
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Seeing the list of numbers and names that I don’t have the faintest idea of what they are is a bit shocking but not as much as the things that have already happened today. Yet I know what it is doing to me, it is using that piece of me that it took to analyze who I am, but the Windows don’t stop coming at a slow enough speed for me whose emotion already started brewing to fly into a rampage.
Checking the State of Mind…
Successful
Results
Sanity: 62%
Empathy: 12%
Emotion: 73%
Mental resistance value: 107
Leadership ability: 57
Precognition ability: 12
Clairvoyance ability: 27
Imagination: 1314
Huh, that's Interesting…
WARNING
The corruption Value of abyss is at 15%
Wait for a second, what is the abyss and what is so significant about it, to get a warning of all things. Nothing else has seemed important enough by the thing for it to give out a warning. Suddenly my blood runs cold, sweat goes down my back, even though I don’t have a body I can still feel this sensation, but that does not matter now, I think I know what the abyss’s corruption is, it is the void that is sitting at the center of my being, that is waiting for the chance to devour me. But as if the thing did not give me the warning it continues.
Current Issues
Lack of Ether flow
Mana corruption
Net loss of the power of Divinity
Lack of gods/goddesses
Elements out of order
Corruption of Elements
Overabundance of Mortals
Lack of . . .
The list continued like that, just going so far down that I just refused to read it all, there are so many terms that I have a faint idea of what they are and so many others that I have no clue on. But what I do know is whatever this thing is looking over or guarding is messed up. Continuing on this train of thought though, what is it analyzing me for, why is it showing this to me, and most of all why won’t it just tell me what is going on. But ignoring me like I am a child at the park the thing continues.
Finding races that will fix the most problems at once…
Successful
God Core…
Unsuitable due to abyssal corruption
god/goddess…
Unsuitable due to abyssal corruption
Dungeon core…
Unsuitable due to causing only an insignificant impact
Upgrading a Dungeon core
. . .
Successful
Dungeon core has been upgraded to Divine Dungeon Core
Divine Dungeon Core…
Suitable
What the fuck just happen, did the thing just give me a new race, as in new species, or am I just overthinking it? But another question: what is a dungeon core, is it like the ones I read about in novels or something completely different. In other news what is the difference between a Dungeon core and a Divine Dungeon Core, is it like a title or does it boost its power? But whatever it is it seems like a huge step down from the other two, seriously I could have been a God or whatever a God core is, But really what is the abyssal corruption and why is it such a big deal. But Before I could have come up with anything else to complain about, a new window unfolded.
Finding Suitable Dungeon Archetypes
. . .
Judging passions, hobbies, imagination, Memories
. . .
Successful
Dungeon Archetype is chosen to be
Books
What… Did I see that wrong or did it just say that my Archetype is Books? Wha-What… If the dungeons are the type that I am thinking of, then won't they be full of monsters, then how do Books work with that. But if the Archetype is not what I think it is then what could it be, cause I think it is the theme of the dungeon, like fire or earth. Cause what else can I do with books throw them at people, Don’t make me laugh.
Early Preparations finished
. . .
Sending target down to the world
Hey wait for a second what do you mean world, am I going back to earth, or am I going to a different world, I need answers.
Teleporting…
No, wait for a second, you can’t send me down with nothing but unanswerable questions and words that I know little to nothing about. You did not even tell me about the world I am going to. At that point, I heard a thump and everything went dark.
The next thing I know when I regain consciousness my vision is being completely covered by a window.
Welcome to
Caelus
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