Chapter 5: V: It's not real...
Utter silence greeted the dazed Fang Muiren, not the soft and comfortable bed nor the warm and ticklish sunlight. Upon realization, he immediately sat up.
His heart beating fast and hard, it feels like his heart would jump out any second from now. His jaw tightened as his fist balled, despair and hatred flooded his system.
He doesn't care if he's some fertilizer or lunch breakfast or dinner of some zombies.
Fang Muiren curls his legs and hugs them tightly, burying his face in them. His heart feels heavy, his face blank and dull. He didn't cry, however.
"It's not real..." He suspected he has gone crazy, crazy from pain, hunger, sorrow, hopelessness and despair.
He sighed. His emotions stabilize as time passed, the big ripples in his heart are now clear and calm as a quiet and undisturbed lake.
Everything returned to normal as if the sudden outburst of emotions didn't happen.
"It's not real." This time he said it with a stable mind and feelings. He slowly stood up, helping himself up by leaning at the wall. Wait, wall? Where is he? Is he in the same place where the abhorrent hit him? They didn't eat him?
He closes his eyes and focus, trying to activate his ability and examine the place he's in. His senses are a bit dull and groggy, he can't make out anything from what he can perceive through his other senses, he needs to 'see' it.
"Why is it not working?" This is the thing he didn't manage to focus on earlier or yesterday (?). Why is his ability not working? Did someone dig out his core?
Core—this is an organ which grew out after being exposed to the gas that appeared a week before the apocalypse happened. The core can be found somewhere in the center of the brain, it is responsible for people's ability. The cores vary to sizes and color which indicate its element and how strong it is.
Cores can only be found to humans. For Zombies and infectees plus abhorrent it's called Nuclei.
About the gas, It's a clear white gas that people mistake it for a smog, many nature lovers and activists present this as the negative effect of modern technology.
Debates happen and even a campaign was launched. The gas made some people sick and ill. Adding the pandemic plus this gas that makes people sick, it's enough for people to rally and attack the government.
"but that's impossible..?" Fang Muiren is confused. If someone dug out his core wouldn't he die or turn into a zombie?
But...he feels very much alive and conscious. Just where is he?
"Hi, you look lost... I can help you." Who's that? He tried to somehow sense the 'person', he didn't even hear their footsteps.
"Oh, don't mind who i am. I guide people like you every time, you know, the one who manages to retai—well, forget about that. Want to come with me?" The person didn't even wait and just (gently) dragged him.
Fang Muiren didn't try to struggle and just went along with the person. His ability is not working, he can't even sense him, he doesn't know what this person's capabilities are.
"oh, don't worry. I won't hurt you, it's not that I can't but rather I won't. Fang Muiren right? Your world is really good and sad at the same time..it killed a lot of people yet it also makes people blossom. What a sad cycle of nature."
"Are you God?" Fang Muiren guessed. It's the only thing he can think of based on his talking. Maybe he's really in purgatory and making his way to the judgement hall? He doesn't know. At this point, he really considers himself crazy and dead.
"God? What, no. I do not have a name nor a title. It's you people who like to give labels. God is like someone who created this world, made you and bless you, a supernatural being right? If that's God, then I'm not. I'm just an entity. Being that that both exist and don't. I don't know why you all like giving things labels or titles. You have a saying that 'Everybody is equal in face of death', is that it? Hmmm...forget it. As I was saying,
The moment you give things a label or title you already judge them, giving entities or object a title is an act of judging them. No matter how glorious the label or title is, it's still a judgement. A name that is conjured by an image you created. An entity is just an entity, an object is an object, why name them? There are things that must remain unknown and mysterious. Wait—does the quote have any connection to what I'm saying?..Ha... I'm such a blabber..wait—that's wrong too!"
As the person continued to talk and blab, He felt himself getting dizzy and heavy. Walking feels unusually heavy, he feels like a 100kg metal ball is connected to his feet.
His breath shortens and his huffing gets longer, every muscle and fiber of his feels like getting torn apart. It's so.. difficult.
"— you're very lucky, you know? Although you're not the only one, such cases are still considered rare especially with a world like you. Most will take their memories as a curse since it's full of sorrow, despair, fear and every negative emotion. It is very convenient knowing when the apocalypse starts, right? but Memories will make your soul heavier...and might take away some of your probability—"
Fang Muiren feels he's going to explode. The pressure is heavy and scary. It's threatening to crash and squash him into liquids and pieces.
He doesn't want to walk anymore but this person still continues to drag him, it continues to talk and blabber things he can't hear and comprehend.
"— every action has its own responsibility. You should know that. Restrictions are imposed on people who have too much and an exception to those who have less. Which one do you think you ar— keep walking! We're getting near, Fang Muiren. You have to keep up and make this story go on! you're the protagonist of your own story."
What? sorry he can't hear him. He wants to stop and rest. Rest...stop...
"—you don't have to understand me. It's not for you anyway. Oh! look we're her— oh, right. You can't see, hehehe...Sor' 'bout that. It's nice having a talk with all of you. We might see each other next time. See you soon, Fang Muiren. Bless you in your journey! Wait— don't come sooner—"
Fang Muiren sorry figure was mercilessly thrown to the end of the wall. The restriction is something he can't endure, one more minute he spends with that person he will cease to exist in every possible world.
The entity smiled as it looked at the man swallowed by the wall. It will probably take a long time before they see each other again.
Maybe when you're done reading him? He's sure to live an interesting life ahead of him. The entity turns around and crosses the other wall.
'Make sure to watch his story closely as it would be an interesting one for sure.'
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"FANG MUIREN! MUIREN! WAKE UP!"
A series of slap awakened Fang Muiren, his body shot up and his chest rose and fell at a very fast pace.
His body is shedding sweat like a river, completely soaking the blue sheet of the bed. His hands flew and touched the nearest thing he could reach.
A warm fatty flesh travelled to his senses. He could feel some hardness if he tried to push it a little. A hiss came out from the flesh he just poked. He broke out to a relief smile and pulled the fleshy person.
"Dongsaeng! Ah—! Fang Muiren!"
Oh, it's his sister. But he doesn't care. He needs to check if shes real. Not some kind of illusion or imagination. Hugging her tightly, he murmured like a madman talking to his own.
"It's real. it's real. it's real. You're real. real. you're real. Very real—"
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Then hooray! Another chapter for me! I just finished my exam yesterday and did a farewell party today then went to the office to get some certificates. Today is a busy and somehow boring day. (I just want to share it..)
Thank you for the power stones! I don't know why you did that, but thanks! sending positive emotions tou you twooooo(☞^o^) ☞
*edited, got shambled
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