When I opened my eyes, I was not greeted by a garden filled with lily flowers or the bright morning sky. Instead, an endless dark landscape stretched out before me, reaching the very limits of my vision.
It is true that I can shape my dream world according to my desires,
yet I cannot control what I dream of
Dreams operate under specific rules. I dedicated the three years following the unlocking of my sin to understanding my dreams. each dream possess a central point around which the entire dream revolves
I cannot eliminate or substitute this core without risking the dream's existence; the moment I attempt
The most crucial part is this: when I destroy a dream's central point, I absorb that dream into my own dream world, which revolves around me. That's why dreams like that matter so much to me
As I walked through the dark landscape, I heard footsteps behind me.
step... step...
I turned and saw a demon watching me. It smiled; its teeth were so long they jutted past its lips.
He wasn't an ordinary demon—he was a higher rank: a Count, equivalent to a Stage 6 sinner. And he wasn't alone; more demons appeared around him, multiplying by the second.
The power of the dream's central point can reject my will.
So I can't just erase them from the dream since this isn't my dream world. I'm not the owner here yet.
But things like this won't kill me. I'm not the powerless kid from eight years ago. With the anger rising inside me,
I spoke loud, as if there wasn't an army of demons in front of me:
When the name was spoken,
an ancient spear appeared. It looked less like a weapon and more like a masterpiece—something meant to be locked away in a vault of legends.
This legendary spear came into my possession through my mother's influence. Even after her passing, the tales she shared during my childhood empowered me to grow stronger.
I examined the spear in my grasp, tightening my grip with determination. With a swift motion, I raised it with one arm, directing the tip straight at the Count's head.
Lowering my body, I advanced one leg forward, establishing my stance. Yet, the demon army showed no courtesy; the moment I moved, they surged forward. In the realm of reality, few could endure such an overwhelming assault. However, here, the rules were different.
As one of their claws descended toward my skull, I released all tension from my body.
everything went blurry
BOOM!
The world snapped back into clarity as the spear's tip struck the Count's head. His eyes widened in disbelief—he had not anticipated this.
But this was merely the beginning. From the spear's tip, a violent wave of compressed air erupted,
BOOMM!
tearing through the air and continuing its relentless path.
The first charge emerged from my mastery of spear art. I dedicated countless hours in the dream world honing this technique—an invention of my own—transforming it into reality through relentless effort.
The second charge resulted from the spear, Gungnir. This time, the outcome proved even more devastating, as a line of demons fell, their blood painting the ground in a vivid streak of red.
ITEM: GUNGNIR
I. The air force from the tip is amplified based on your speed.
II. This spear is unbreakable against other weapons.
SIN — This spear cannot kill with slashes.
I pressed on, thrusting the spear at the next demon, which succumbed instantly. The force generated by the spear obliterated the demons trailing behind it.
My spear art focused on fast, precise thrusts, taking full advantage of Gungnir's power and my footwork. It fit my style perfectly,
After the death of the Count, the rest of the demon army fell fast. A single thrust could obliterate an entire line in front of me. Here in the dream, I was strong—but even with all this power,
I couldn't imagine facing the demon from eight years ago. That demon was different. I remembered him too well: the red horns on his head, the claws bent at strange angles.
As the last demon fell, I was gasping for air.
"Haaaa… Haaaa…"
The landscape was drenched in blood, the corpses of the demons scattered everywhere.
Then I froze. Why am I breathing this hard? This is a dream—I'm supposed to be in optimal condition at all times.
And then—it came. A sharp pain near my heart. I pressed my hand to my chest, and my vision closed.
.....
when i open my eyes i was sitting in the living room i hold my chest but there is nothing no wound not even a blood
Then words of light appeared in my vision.
Sinner: Roy Carver — Stage 6
Level: 3
Age: 15
Sin: Dreaming
Ability: Descending Dream — You can affect reality using your dreams.< NEW>
Description: Your dreams are your sin. Reality shapes them,< and they shape it in turn.> NEW
The first thing I thought when I saw my new ability was raising my hand to summon Gungnir.
The legendary spear appeared in my grasp. I looked at it, and a smile slowly spread across my face.
Then—sharp, searing pain shot through my head, and the spear vanished almost as soon as it appeared in reality.
I clutched my head, pain and exhilaration mixing together. And yet… I laughed. Loudly
"Hahahah… ahahahahaha!"
After laughing for so long,
I am no longer limited to the dream world. I can fight here too, in reality.
Even though this new ability might be limited by my mental strength—Gungnir lasted only two seconds before vanishing—it will be enough. And if there's one thing I can rely on in this body,
it's my mind, my mentality,