Dreambreaker : The extra from 2393-Chapter 111: A journey to the past[1]

Noah's POV:

"Agghh!"— I groaned, slowly opening my eyes.

But as my vision returned, I was confronted by 'it'—a sight of pure terror—a pair of vacant white voids stared back at me, instead of eyes.

Instantly, my heart skipped a beat, consumed by fear.

I could see it.

'It' was tall, skinny, and pure black with white eyes and with long hands and nails.

I was petrified.

'What is this thing?!'

Time seemed to stand still as panic consumed me. But before I could react or make an attempt to flee, 'it' cruelly flung me to the ground, the impact causing immense pain that escaped my lips in agonizing groans.

I tried, but was unable to rise, as if bound by unseen restraints.

Vulnerable and defenseless, I only watched in horror as 'it' extended one of its long, sharp nails and ruthlessly thrust it into my stomach—piercing flesh!

"Gah!"— I cried out, tears welling up in my eyes, the world around me blurred into a haze of-

***

"Gah!"— I let out a pained groan, my eyes shooting wide open—I was jolted awake.

BUDUMP! BUDUMP! —My heart raced, and my back was damp with sweat.

"That dream again..." I muttered in a low voice, furrowing my brow.

Why do I keep seeing that damn dream?

"Ugh... I hate dreams," I exhaled my disgust.

I glanced down at my left hand, my gaze fixed on the Amber I had taken from Master Seraphina.

Nestled within the Amber were two fragments, fashioned in the shape of fangs— body parts from a mythical creature, a Basilisk.

I was back in my workshop, and everything was prepared.

To be exact, I was currently seated in the lab.

While I was in my thoughts, a random guy approached me.

His name 'Rayan' flashed on his name plate badge.

He was both a Gemologist and a Biochemist.

Handing him the precious Amber, I spoke in a low tone, "Extract one of the fangs and infuse it into the ink, while the other should be given to the Shaman."

He acknowledged my instructions with a nod of understanding, immediately immersing himself in the task at hand.

With my muscles gradually relaxing, I decided to take a leisurely stroll through the bustling area.

Chemists, Biochemists, Biotechnologists, Tattoo Artists—there were numerous experts diligently preparing for the task.

It was an impressive team—a team masterfully assembled by Nathan Rivers.

In the midst of the bustling crowd, an elderly gentleman caught my attention.

He gestured towards me, beckoning me closer.

I approached him, extending a warm greeting.

This wise old man was none other than the Shaman—Theias Oowaite.

"So, you want me to link a spiritual connection between yourself and a deceased mythical beast?" he asked, his expression betraying a hint of confusion surrounding the unique procedure.

I nodded solemnly,"Precisely."

He looked at me with eyes that held the worry of a grandfather for his children. "Forming links with dead creatures can be ....dangerous. The memories of its death may have fueled a vengeful force within the spirit. And this creature in question... is no ordinary either", he furrowed his brow before adding, "A mythical beast."

He continued,"Are you absolutely certain you want to proceed?"

He was a very experienced shaman. A rare.

But it was easy to get a shaman like him to work for me once I donated and helped his tribe.

"I am serious. You don't have to worry about me," I replied, adopting a casual tone.

He shook his head and continued, "The spirit world often reflects our own. I can see that you are a kind-hearted person, and your gesture of help towards my tribe is truly appreciated. But there is also another side to you...which I cannot see."—He said with unreadable eyes, "But the spirit world can. They are cautious of you."

His response made me furrow my brow in confusion.

Interrupting the moment, a lady clad in a nurse's triage attire approached us. "It's done," she announced.

Without hesitation, I issued a directive. "Proceed."

***

Third Person's POV:

Anna, the skilled tattoo artist with black hair and mesmerizing blue eyes, calmly advised, "Try to relax your muscles, please."

Even though she was only eighteen, she was a pundit in her craft. With utmost concentration, she was currently adorning Noah's arm with a piercing instrument, etching a design into his skin.

Noah, feeling somewhat annoyed by the entire process, retorted, "I AM relaxing my muscles," his frustration evident in his voice.

He closed his eyes, hoping to find a brief moment of solace as the procedure continued. But, after a few moments, he found himself having to open his eyes once more to Anna's voice.

"Move this way, please," Anna interjected again, disrupting whatever respite Noah had been seeking with his eyes closed.

Obeying her instruction, he removed his upper torso and settled on his back upon the facial bed.

Anna exerted pressure on him, her soft hands pressing against his body. In that moment, her gaze was irresistibly drawn to a peculiar mark etched on his chest—the Solaris amulet.

Her eyes then traced the contours of his exquisitely sculpted curves. A warmth tinged Anna's cheeks to flush with a rosy hue.

Silently admonishing herself, she swallowed nervously, shaking her head to regain focus on the task at hand.

Pressing her hand against his chest and leaning in closer to Noah, she began carefully etching and drawing runic symbols on his skin.

She kept a close watch on the monitor while continuously piercing Noah's chest, running her fingertips over his torso.

This went on for several minutes.

Noah let out a sigh, shaking his head as he looked at the monitor displaying the intricate runic patterns, the very same ones he had instructed.

His eyes moved only to be met with Anna's. The air bristled with an unspoken tension, her breath gently caressing his face. Its raggedness hinted at a hidden turmoil.

Noah frowned...before finally his eyes caught Anna's reddened cheeks.

Was she blushing?

It was only now that he noticed her rising body temperature.

"What? "—Noah asked.

"I-I am supposed to do the runic tattoo on your face as well?" Anna stammered.

"Of course," Noah replied nonchalantly, completely ignoring her emotions. "But only near the eyes."

"It will be more painful," she said, her voice filled with concern. Her face glistened with sweat, but her eyes remained fixated on his body, quickly refocusing when they drifted away.

"Just do it," he instructed.

She nodded in agreement. The process took over ten minutes before it was completed.

Finally, after two hours, the procedure came to an end.

***

Noah's POV:

"Damn it, I didn't even realize she was becoming heated," I muttered.

I haven't checked my status in days, but I'm sure the Solaris Amulet has been steadily increasing my charm.

If I remember correctly, it said that the Solaris Amulet would continuously boost my charm...and there was no limitations.

Does that mean my charm will become infinite?

This is not good... I don't want to draw unnecessary attention to myself.

With a groan, I facepalmed.

Taking a moment to gather my thoughts, I examined the runic tattoos etched across my body. Fortunately, once the ink is dry, the tattoo marks will become invisible. They will only emit a faint glow when I channel mana through them.

"Drink this," the old shaman suddenly approached me, interruping my thoughts, and gestured towards a bowl.

I glanced at the bowl, noticing the strange liquid it contained.

[It appears to be a concoction of ayahuasca, ganja, and other sedatives]— Nano's voice echoed in my head.

I had instructed Nano not to disturb me during this process and to remain on guard while I am unconscious.

Currently, we were in a separate room, filled with the smoke of agarbati.

Turning to the old man, I asked, "Should I drink it all at once?"

He replied with a nonchalant shrug, "Do as you wish."

He then proceeded to walk towards a yoga mat, settling himself upon it.

I watched intently as he retrieved the basilisk fang, chanting incantations in a foreign tongue while grinding something in a stone mortar pestle.

"Hnfff", I took a deep breath and swallowed the concoction.

Making my way to the adjacent mat, I positioned myself and closed my eyes, focusing on slowing down my breath.

'The real process starts now..'

'The spirit world huh... Never thought I would see it.'

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