Bloodlines of the Dream
(Present Timeline – 11 Dec 2025, 10:45 PM, Clinic)
Unknown Victim 1: The blood… red, thick, soaking into the earth. It was everywhere, as if the ground itself was bleeding. And there he was—a lone figure, drenched from head to toe, not quite human, his white eyes glowing unnaturally, piercing through the darkness. Even now, thinking of him makes my skin crawl and my hands tremble. I… I couldn't comprehend it. He shivered violently, sweat streaming down his face, and suddenly broke down into uncontrollable tears before collapsing unconscious. Blood flowed from every finger as if life itself were leaking away… yet somehow, a fragment of humanity remained.
Unknown Man 1: Look at him… this is the same thing he used to do with his family. But… what happened now?
Doctor: I've seen this countless times. His reaction is identical to anyone who experiences excruciating visions in dreams. The human mind fractures when faced with such horrors.
Unknown Man 1: But this isn't new. This year alone, there have been far too many cases. Half the people who endure these traumatic dreams… never survive.
Doctor: True. But no one must know the truth—that these deaths occur because of dreams. That truth cannot spread. Now, I must return to my shop.
Unknown Man 1: Fine… but did you hear? That famous celebrity, reality show winner S*******, died recently. Everyone claims it was a heart attack… but who will tell them the truth? Maybe you had a little crush on her?
Doctor: You mother******* son*****…
(The man walks out, her figure disappearing into the night.)
Unknown Man 1: Okay, bye… tata, bit****.
(A phone rings. It's PETER.)
Unknown Man 1: Hello, PETER… your relationship problem is simple: Peter… you always give love, and the other person always just 'tries.'
Peter: Bro, has anyone even reached you since morning?
Unknown Man 1: No one… but keep trying. Eventually, someone will. It just takes time.
Peter: Doesn't matter… compared to you, it's fine. Someone like you doesn't even exist in two minutes.
Unknown Man 1: What to say, loser
Peter: Nothing. Your girl just went out and said…
Unknown Man 1: Said what?
Peter: …
Unknown Man 1: Yes, tell me, loser… what did the son of bi**** say?
Peter: She said your younger brother… he's far too small. Maybe take some protein.
Unknown Man 1: Hmmm…
Peter: Never mind… but after today's case, come ready for work. Our little junior is arriving.
Unknown Man 1: You son******, what did you just say… little brother? I'll show you… your little brother will never grow up, fool.
Peter: Yes, I know… be ready. Anything can happen.
Unknown Man 1: Fine… let him come.
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Let me explain. I am Unknown Man 1, the one who sees all. I'll tell the artist directly. You might not understand—he's Gen Z, will do nonsense anyway—but I'll tell you exactly what's happening, who I am, and the secret only a true man like me knows.
The Power: Some powers are gifted through dreams, but only to those whose ancestors fought in ancient, legendary battles. Their bloodline still runs in them, flowing through generations. Only survivors inherit it fully.
Long ago, the Demon Lord (Rakshasa King, Ten-headed) and his elite Rakshasa Legion ruled with unmatched power. Back then, mortals called them adhura, asur, anything to describe a monster. The Ten-Headed King could not be defeated… or so they thought. Every power has its weakness. Only a human king could truly kill him. And so, the battle raged, humans finally victorious, sealing the remaining demons in Hell itself.
Now… these demons return in people's dreams, showing fragments of horrors their bloodline endured. Some see things so extreme, they shatter. Some may gain strength from it. Those who survive become "Noctara" = (Survivor of the dream world).
Author: Brother, save some for later… I'll tell the younger ones.
Unknown Man 1: You son of *****, you haven't told me my name yet… and you didn't even start the story. 16 chapters are done. Start from Chapter 17.
Author: Okay.
This sonof*****… mean my sweetie… his name is "Lucas Will."
Lucas Will: Yes, that's correct.
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Lucas Will – Details:
Age: 23, college student
Black, tall, long hair, muscular, sigma-like, strong inside
Loves weapons, not excessively obsessed
Gained dream-world power: total control over all weapons
Father: African, Mother: Korean
Trauma revolves around his younger sister
Peter – Details:
Age: 21, college student
Hacker, introvert
Power: perceives every truth in a mental world, can read ancient and modern texts
Currently Level 1, physically weak
White, from L.A.
Currently, the battle exists in only one country. The dream world war affects a select few who inherit powers from ancient bloodlines. Survivors gain true strength when someone they care about is taken from them. Most powers are confined to the original battlefield.
In Joseon, the Hell Gates are opening in dreams. People are even dying from heart attacks. And this is where our hero stands, Lucas.
Lucas Will: My little brother… my junior.
The stage is set. The ancient bloodlines awaken. Dreams bleed into reality. And for those who survive, legends are born.
The nightmare is far from over… the next chapter will be uploaded very soon! If this chapter gripped you, share your thoughts in the comments, leave a review, vote for it, and add it to your library!
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