Chapter 6: A Fight (1)
[A/N: Sorry, guys, I was really busy this week, too. I wanted to post at least two chapters a week, but my college takes the majority of my time. But after this week, I think I might be able to post two chapters a week again. Heavy emphasis on MIGHT. But I will post at least one chapter a week, and I will not drop it. Reviews and criticism are welcome as I am still learning.]
Amon walked towards his room in quiet silence. The hallway was almost empty. He quickly searched for his room and found it.
The room was small, not spacious at all—just a bed, a wardrobe, and a bedside table. But compared to where the original owner of this body had lived, this could be considered a luxury.
Amon quietly sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress was soft, comfortable to sit on. His shoulders slumped as he exhaled a long breath, finally letting himself relax. The weight of his situation pressed down on him. He took another deep breath to calm himself, then began to form a to-do list in his mind for the month.
First, he needed to understand his powers.Second, maintain good relationships with everyone.Third, learn as much as possible about the dream realm and wilderness survival.Fourth, train and increase this body's endurance.
He carefully serialized each task in his mind.
"Ok… first, let's check the inside of my soul sea," Amon murmured to himself, then shifted his focus.
He entered his soul sea.
Inside was a massive, boundless space. Amon looked around in awe. His soul sea was nothing like what others described. From the memories of this body's former owner, people said a soul sea looked like a literal ocean. But his… his was a sight to behold.
It unfolded like an endless night sky, vast and eternal. Countless stars shimmered with cold brilliance while nebulae burned in violet and gold, their light weaving rivers of color through the void. Below, a silver sea slumbered beneath a veil of grey fog that rose like drifting spirits, curling and shifting with each silent breath of the abyss.
From the depths, a lone stone pillar soared upward. Intricate golden engravings traced across its dull grey surface, shining against the gloom. At its summit blazed a colossal orb of pure radiance—his soul core—casting waves of luminous warmth that cut through the mist, painting the sea, the stars, and the heavens themselves in its glow.
It was a place both sacred and untouchable, beautiful to behold yet heavy with solemn majesty that made one's heart ache.
Amon stood in awe, almost lost in the wonders before him. He stepped forward, and the fog parted. His gaze landed on the soul core—beside it, three small orbs of light rested quietly, all three covered by the fog.
He focused on the orbs, realizing they contained the memories he had. Forcing himself out of his stupor, he shifted focus back to himself.
Amon then summoned his runes, reading them carefully again and explaining them aloud to better understand.
The first was his Divine Protection attribute. He read the description and thought:
This is very useful. It not only increases my overall defense and offense, but also makes me more resistant to everyday things. This will be crucial in the dream realm.
Next was the most important—and the most difficult—attribute: Celestial Concept.
The Celestial Concept was a double-edged sword. Yes, it gave him the ability to understand runes, split his mind, and think faster. But the drawbacks were heavy.
The 360-degree vision was useful, but it disoriented him. The ability to focus on everything at once was overwhelming. Splitting his mind was powerful, but since it still relied on one brain, it exhausted him faster—his nosebleed at the police station proved that.
Still, all these drawbacks could eventually be ignored, once his brain grew strong enough. For now, they existed because his mind simply couldn't handle the pressure.
He then focused on his Mark of Divinity. Its description was simple: he had once been touched by divinity.
Amon guessed that might be the reason behind his divine attribute—and perhaps the divine presence that once touched him was Celestial Worthy.
Next was the Veil of Mystery.
"Denies understanding of me? How does that work?" Amon muttered. Then another thought struck him. Wait… I'm just some outskirts kid, yet I was wearing a monocle. Nobody asked me about it or thought it was strange. It must be this attribute. Does it make me appear normal?
He had no answer, so he moved on to his innate ability.
The description of Fool's Degree appeared, and his Celestial Concept helped him parse it.
In essence, this ability allows me to fool concepts… isn't that way too overpowered? No, there has to be a catch.
He reread the description, but found nothing new. With a resigned sigh, he decided to try it out directly.
This would be his first true taste of supernatural power.
He tried to use intangibility, since the description said it was the ability's most instinctive use.
He willed himself intangible—
—and pain erupted. His body screamed in agony as it became intangible, and his clothes slipped off his fading form.
Amon immediately canceled the ability, collapsing and panting heavily.
Now he understood why he had been given such a powerful ability.
Through the haze of pain, a theory formed.
This ability fools the state of my body—but my body rejects it. When it rejects it, it's like being crushed, exploding from the inside, and being forced through a death lift all at once. If I hadn't stopped, I would've passed out from exhaustion and pain.
He exhaled a pained breath.
Now lying butt-naked on the floor, Amon refused to move for a while. His long black-and-gold hair spilled messily across the tiles, irritating him. For a moment, he thought of cutting it off—but then a memory surfaced, showing why the original owner had kept it long. He decided against it.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, trying to relax.
When he opened his runes again, he checked through his memories. He noticed something else: while intangible, his monocle hadn't fallen off. That meant his memories turned intangible with him.
He wanted to test his theory, but couldn't bring himself to do it. It was just that exhausting and painful
Testing this further would have to wait for the future. He then summoned one of his memories—Seer's Cloak—and read its ominous description. He didn't really care about its past or how it was made, so he didn't think further about it. He just wanted to see what the memory looks like.
The cloak shimmered into existence, draping over his bare body. Even lying down, his 360-degree vision let him see it clearly. Black fabric with golden designs—elegant and foreboding.
[A/N: Amon's 360-degree vision works like a 360-degree camera. I'll try to describe it better in the future, because my writing ability isn't quite up to par yet.]
Amon lay there for a few more seconds, then pushed himself upright through the pain. Slowly, he stood and walked to the bathroom.
He checked his reflection in the mirror—and really liked the fit.
[Image: this image is how he will look when he's grown up, but it's almost the same]
Satisfied, he read the runes of his last memory: his Aspect Relic.
He summoned it.
The memory shimmered into existence, floating before him. It appeared as a tiny black human skeleton, no larger than a palm. Golden marrow dripped from its ribs. The skeleton was kneeling, its hands raised as if offering something. Despite its form, it didn't look grotesque—it looked divine.
Amon reached out to touch it.
The moment his hand made contact, a voice rang in his ears:
[Your memory has been destroyed.]
[A/N: I know the spell asked Sunny a yes or no question, but the reason behind this will be explained later.]
Amon jerked back instinctively, panic surging.
"Holy fuck, what did I do wrong? Fuck these monkey hands of mine!" he shouted.
Then the pain hit—far worse than before. His body hadn't recovered, and this time the agony was unbearable.
He collapsed on the hard bathroom tiles, barely clinging to consciousness.
Through blurred vision, he saw the black skeleton dissolve into motes of light, the golden fragments drifting toward him.
But before he could see what would happen next, darkness took him, as he lost his consciousness.
[A/N: He lost consciousness because it was much more painful and agonizing than when Sunny got Blood Weave—and he was already hurt.]