The celebration lasted deep into the night.
By the ti Clay finally returned to his room, the streets of the border town were still filled with laughter. Music drifted through the air. Guards were drinking with workers. Even Borzoi’s loud voice could still occasionally be heard from sowhere in the distance.
It should have made him happy.
It should have helped him relax.
Yet for so reason—
The mont he entered his room, a strange heaviness settled over him.
Clay frowned.
"...Why do I feel tired all of a sudden?"
Not physically.
Sothing else.
Sothing he could not describe.
It felt as though an invisible pressure was sitting on his shoulders.
His mood suddenly beca worse.
The feeling was irrational.
Nothing had happened.
The main character was dead.
The system said he was safe.
The town was peaceful.
Everything should have been perfect.
And yet—
The strange feeling refused to leave.
Maybe I’m overthinking again.
That was the explanation he eventually settled on.
After all, overthinking had practically beco one of his talents.
He changed into more comfortable clothing, threw himself onto the bed, and closed his eyes.
Within monts—
Darkness swallowed him.
...
...
...
A dream appeared.
At first—
Clay rely saw a village.
A small village.
Simple hos.
Simple people.
Children running through dirt roads.
Farrs working under the sun.
Nothing remarkable.
Nothing important.
Then—
The sky turned red.
A deafening roar shook the world.
The ground trembled violently.
The villagers panicked.
Mothers scread.
Children cried.
n grabbed weapons.
And then—
The beasts ca.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
An endless tide.
Massive claws.
Monstrous jaws.
Towering creatures covered in strange mutations.
The village disappeared within minutes.
Blood covered the ground.
Fire consud the hos.
Bodies littered the streets.
And among the survivors—
A young man knelt in the middle of the destruction.
His face was covered in dirt and blood.
Around him lay his father.
His mother.
His brothers.
His sisters.
Dead.
Every single one.
The young man stared blankly at the corpses.
For a long ti, he said nothing.
Then slowly—
His hands clenched.
Tighter.
And tighter.
Until blood began dripping from his palms.
"I swear..."
His voice trembled.
"I swear..."
The young man looked toward the burning sky.
Tears stread down his face.
Yet his eyes contained only hatred.
"I will kill whoever caused this."
"I don’t care who they are."
"I don’t care how powerful they are."
"I will kill them."
The mont those words left his mouth—
The heavens split apart.
A massive golden halo descended from above.
Divine light illuminated the ruined village.
The young man froze.
Then—
A gigantic figure appeared within the sky.
Its body seed larger than mountains.
Its eyes resembled stars.
Its voice shook the world.
"You have been chosen."
The young man trembled.
"What...?"
The divine being looked down upon him.
"You shall beco one of destiny’s champions."
"You shall correct the calamity."
"You shall bring judgnt."
The halo descended.
And entered his body.
Imdiately—
Golden light erupted from every pore.
His injuries vanished.
His aura exploded upward.
The dream shook.
Then suddenly—
The scene changed.
Another place.
Another survivor.
This ti—
A young woman.
She stood atop a mountain of corpses.
Everything around her had been destroyed.
An entire city reduced to ruins.
The bodies of countless civilians lay beneath her feet.
She was crying.
Yet her eyes were cold.
Very cold.
"They took everything from ."
The woman slowly raised her sword.
"If there is truly soone behind this..."
"...then I will cut them down."
The sky opened once more.
Another halo descended.
Another divine figure appeared.
Another chosen one was born.
The dream changed again.
And again.
And again.
A crippled survivor.
A wandering orphan.
A forr knight.
A blind girl.
A young beast hunter.
Each one had lost sothing.
Each one carried hatred.
Each one had survived the beast calamities.
And every single one made the sa vow.
Find the culprit.
Kill the culprit.
Destroy the culprit.
One after another—
Halos descended.
Divine blessings appeared.
Ancient inheritances awakened.
Power flooded into them.
The chosen ones continued increasing.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
And then—
The sixth.
Suddenly—
Clay felt sothing.
A strange awareness.
The dream beca clearer.
Much clearer.
He was no longer rely watching.
He was almost present.
Almost conscious.
His eyes widened.
What...?
The sixth chosen one stood before a divine figure.
The young man’s village had been destroyed by evolved beasts.
His entire clan had died protecting civilians.
Only he survived.
And now—
A halo floated above his head.
The divine being spoke.
"You have been chosen."
The young man slowly nodded.
Then his expression beca hateful.
"I will kill whoever caused the beast calamities."
The mont Clay heard those words—
His heart skipped a beat.
The dream continued.
Seventh.
Eighth.
Ninth.
Every single one.
The sa story.
Different faces.
Different tragedies.
Yet the sa conclusion.
The sa hatred.
The sa objective.
And as Clay watched—
A terrifying realization slowly ford.
His face beca pale.
Wait...
No way.
No no no no no.
The more he listened—
The more certain he beca.
Every one of them hated the person responsible for the beast disasters.
Every one of them wanted revenge.
Every one of them wanted blood.
And for so reason—
Clay instinctively knew how this would end.
The mont they started investigating.
The mont they followed rumors.
The mont they followed whispers.
The mont they followed fate—
Their fingers would point toward him.
Toward Clay Valmont.
His scalp tingled.
His entire body felt cold.
The dream continued unfolding before him.
Yet Clay no longer cared about the details.
Because a horrifying thought echoed inside his mind.
They’re going to bla .
The sixth chosen one.
The seventh.
The eighth.
The ninth.
Every single one.
And sohow—
Clay knew there were still more coming.
The realization made his stomach drop.
And within the dream—
As another halo began descending from the heavens—
Clay slowly beca aware that whatever was happening—
It was going to beco his problem.
Clay abruptly opened his eyes.
His breathing was slightly uneven.
The room was dark.
Quiet.
Only the faint sound of the night wind could be heard outside the mansion.
For several monts, he simply stared at the ceiling.
Then—
"...Hah."
A laugh escaped him.
A helpless laugh.
He slowly rubbed his face.
"What kind of ridiculous dream was that?"
Six chosen ones.
Six future heroes.
Six people who wanted revenge against whoever caused the beast calamities.
The more he thought about it—
The more absurd it sounded.
Eventually, he sat up.
"No."
"That’s impossible."
He imdiately dismissed it.
After all—
The world already had one main character.
And that main character was already dead.
Having another one appear was already strange enough.
But six?
Six main characters?
And all of them sohow hunting him?
That sounded like the kind of nonsense that even fate itself would find excessive.
Clay shook his head.
"Definitely a dream."
Then he crossed his arms.
"Besides."
"Even if six appeared..."
"Why would they all go after ?"
His expression beca increasingly confident.
He quickly began listing reasons.
"I didn’t release the beasts."
"I didn’t create the calamity."
"I didn’t attack their villages."
"I didn’t destroy their kingdoms."
He nodded repeatedly.
"Exactly."
"They have no reason to target ."
The more he talked—
The more convinced he beca.
Soon, the remaining nervousness completely disappeared.
Then he lay back down again.
"See?"
"Overthinking."
"Again."
He pulled the blanket slightly higher.
Closed his eyes.
And returned to sleep.
...
...
...
Darkness returned.
Yet this ti—
The dream appeared imdiately.
There was no transition.
No gradual change.
One mont he was asleep.
The next—
He found himself standing in the middle of an endless white space.
Clay frowned.
Again?
Then suddenly—
A figure appeared.
A young woman.
Her entire body was covered in scars.
She stood alone before a sea of graves.
Countless tombstones stretched endlessly into the distance.
A cold wind blew through the cetery.
The woman slowly knelt.
Her fingers touched one of the graves.
Then another.
Then another.
Every single grave belonged to soone she once knew.
Family.
Friends.
Teachers.
Companions.
Everyone.
Gone.
A voice echoed above.
"Will you accept destiny?"
The woman slowly raised her head.
Her eyes were filled with hatred.
"Yes."
The heavens opened.
A brilliant halo descended.
Divine power erupted.
The seventh chosen one was born.
The scene shattered instantly.
Then another appeared.
A young swordsman stood atop a ruined fortress.
Bodies covered the battlefield.
The banners of his kingdom burned in the distance.
The beasts had won.
Everything he swore to protect had disappeared.
The young man slowly gripped his sword.
His knuckles turned white.
Then he spoke.
"I will kill whoever caused this."
A golden pillar of light descended from the heavens.
The eighth chosen one.
The dream changed again.
A blind boy stood alone within a destroyed city.
His family had hidden him beneath rubble while they fought outside.
When he finally escaped—
Everyone was already dead.
His eyes could not see.
Yet sohow—
He stared directly upward.
As if looking at sothing beyond the sky itself.
"I accept."
Another halo descended.
The ninth chosen one.
Clay’s face slowly beca pale.
This was no longer funny.
No longer absurd.
Everything felt too detailed.
Too real.
Too vivid.
He could feel emotions.
Hatred.
Pain.
Grief.
Determination.
It was as if he were experiencing fragnts of their lives directly.
Then—
The final scene appeared.
A boy.
Young.
Perhaps younger than all the others.
He stood alone in a forest.
The surrounding trees had been flattened.
Massive claw marks covered the ground.
Blood stained the earth.
His village no longer existed.
Only ruins remained.
The boy looked exhausted.
Broken.
Empty.
Then—
A voice spoke from the heavens.
"Will you accept destiny?"
For a long ti—
The boy remained silent.
Then finally—
He answered.
"Yes."
The sky split apart.
The largest halo yet descended from above.
Golden light swallowed the world.
Ancient laws trembled.
The very air scread.
And then—
The tenth chosen one was born.
At that exact mont—
Clay felt his heart sink.
Because he suddenly understood sothing.
The previous dream might have been dismissed.
This one could not.
Everything felt too complete.
Too organized.
Too connected.
As though so invisible force was gathering these people together.
One after another.
One after another.
One after another.
And every single one shared the sa origin.
The beast calamities.
The evolved monsters.
The destruction spreading across the continent.
Then—
The dream began breaking apart.
The white world cracked.
The chosen ones vanished.
The halos disappeared.
Reality itself started collapsing.
And within that collapsing dream—
Clay finally beca fully aware.
Completely aware.
Aware enough to think.
Aware enough to question.
Aware enough to feel fear.
His expression beca ugly.
Very ugly.
No.
Sothing is wrong.
This isn’t normal.
The dream continued falling apart around him.
The chosen ones disappeared one by one.
Yet their hatred remained.
Their determination remained.
Their vows remained.
And sohow—
Clay had a terrible feeling that one day—
All ten of them would arrive before him.
The realization sent chills through his entire body.
Then suddenly—
The dream completely shattered.
Darkness swallowed everything.
And within that darkness—
Clay’s voice echoed.
"System..."
For the first ti in a long while—
His voice sounded genuinely uneasy.
"System..."
"...what’s going on with my dream?"
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