Dreamwalker: Reign of the Heavenly Sovereign!-Chapter 48

Oliver turned away from the steaming crater, his ragged breaths misting the air. Every instinct in his battered body screamed at him to rest, to collapse, to sleep.But he couldn't.

He knew he couldn't.

His long ears twitched.

A low pressure had begun to build in the air.It was faint—so faint that a normal person wouldn't have noticed it at all.But Oliver wasn't normal.

He squinted toward the distant mountains, his bloodied fur ruffling as a breeze passed over the wrecked battlefield.

Something had stirred.Something massive.And it was staring straight at him.

At first, he thought it was the mountain itself shifting—but then the shadows moved.

High above, perched along the jagged ridgeline, an ancient, slumbering shape stretched, unfolding from the stone like it had always been part of it.

Two enormous golden eyes blinked open, each one the size of a house, gleaming with a cold, predatory light.

It was a serpent.

No—a wyrm.

Its scales were as dark as dried blood, each one edged with gold. Its body stretched endlessly across the peaks, disappearing into the horizon like a living river of flesh. Glittering dust rained down from its stirring, turning the air around it into a faint, cursed mist.

Its mouth opened, a slow, gaping smile that revealed hundreds of serrated fangs.

It laughed—a sound too deep and ancient to be anything so simple as mockery, yet the intent was clear.

Interesting, it seemed to say. You amuse me, little rabbit.

Oliver's entire body stiffened. His instincts screamed louder than ever before, so violently it almost overwhelmed his rational thought.

If that thing moved, he would die.

WAKE UP!!!

The world screamed inside Oliver's head a split second before the wyrm moved.

It didn't slither or crawl—it fell from the mountain peaks like an avalanche of scales and hunger, its body twisting unnaturally fast for something so huge.

The air collapsed under its weight. Space screamed.

Oliver didn't hesitate—he hurled himself backward, his battered body moving on pure survival instinct. The ground where he stood exploded as the wyrm's jaws snapped down, shearing the land apart like wet paper.

The shockwave hurled Oliver through the air, his bones rattling in his skin. He smashed into a boulder, coughed blood, and stumbled upright just in time to see the wyrm coiling toward him again, faster than any monster had a right to be.

Move. MOVE!

Oliver activated Flowing River Steps without thinking, the technique barely responding to his exhausted body. His feet skimmed the broken earth, dodging by inches as the wyrm's tail cracked down like a whip, shattering hillsides into rubble.

Each time he dodged, the pressure increased.

Each second, the wyrm moved faster, like it was waking up more with every heartbeat.

Its body blurred, the dust in the air turning the world into a distorted nightmare of black and purple mist.

Oliver skidded to a stop, panting hard, his body trembling violently.

He couldn't win.

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Not against this. Not yet.

But even knowing that—his blood burned.

He gritted his teeth, adrenaline lighting every nerve.

"Come on then!" he roared, his voice cracking the air. "COME ON!!!"

The wyrm obliged.

It lunged with a hideous speed, its mouth yawning wide enough to swallow rivers. Oliver could see each individual tooth, the black pit of its throat.

He clenched every muscle, feeling the dregs of Yang energy coil inside him.

"Second Yang Beast Technique—Twin Elephant Veins!" he bellowed.

His veins bulged grotesquely under his skin, his muscles swelling, twisting. His body became unnaturally bulky, wild streams of raw, violent power erupting from him in shimmering waves.

Two great shapes formed behind him—one elephant roaring to the heavens, the other lowering its head, its red eyes brimming with killing intent.

Oliver kicked the air.

BOOOOOOM!!!

The explosion sounded like the trumpeting of furious elephants, shaking the mountains themselves. He hurled himself straight toward the wyrm, a streak of crimson heat diving headfirst into death.

But—

The wyrm simply twisted.

It barely moved, just a slight shift of its colossal neck—and Oliver's entire world broke.

He smashed into the side of its scales like a bug against steel. The shockwave of the impact sent his internal organs into chaos, his bones splintering under the force.

He felt his body tear apart.

He couldn't scream.

He couldn't move.

He could barely even think.

The wyrm loomed above, its golden eyes glittering with a cruel amusement.

And then—

It opened its mouth again.

A pulse of true force, of pure existence, slammed into Oliver like a mountain falling from the sky.

CRACK—

The world shattered.

Everything dissolved into white.

White.

Blinding white.

Then—

Agony.

Oliver felt it first in his legs, then his chest, then his arms—a grinding, tearing sensation, like a thousand razors chewing through his flesh.

Something vast and merciless was grinding him down, like wheat between millstones.

He couldn't move. He couldn't even scream.

All he could do was feel himself being crushed, fiber by fiber, nerve by nerve, inside the wyrm's endless, merciless maw.

CRUNCH.

The sound echoed across the white nothingness, each crack another piece of him splintering away.

And yet—he didn't die.

The pain didn't end.

It simply went on. And on. And on.

His mind slipped.

His thoughts dissolved.

The world became pain, and the endless, grinding teeth of the heavens.

Until—

Something stirred in the white void.

At first, Oliver thought it was another trick of his broken mind—but no.

Through the swirling blindness, a shape began to emerge.

A skull.

Massive beyond comprehension.

Ancient beyond memory.

A wyrm's skull, staring at him from the abyss.

Its sockets burned with a hollow, empty gold.

Its fangs, long and broken, gleamed like dead stars.

And then—bones sprouted.

The skull grew a spine.

The spine grew ribs.

Flesh knitted itself over the bones, slow and inevitable, like a nightmare rebuilding itself into existence.

The wyrm's form rose from nothing, towering into the endless white, filling it with a crushing, oppressive presence.

Its mouth opened.

And it roared.

Not a sound.

A truth.

The roar shattered the white void, tore open Oliver's mind, and plunged him into—

—

Hoshizuki, 4:20 AM. The Sakuragi Residence.

Oliver bolted upright.

He gasped for air, clutching his chest, his heart pounding so violently he thought it might tear itself free.

Sweat drenched his forehead, cold and clinging, steaming in the chill air around him.

His entire body shook uncontrollably, his muscles spasming as if they'd been pulled apart and stitched back together wrong.

His breath was ragged as his eyes darted across the room.

For a moment, he didn't know where he was. The memory of the wyrm's crushing teeth, the skull, the roar—they were still there, stamped into every nerve.

Only when he saw Yumi—no, he saw Aiko sleeping next to him—did he get his bearings.

Thank God... I'm finally awake. He sliced his hair back, muttering under his breath, "What the hell was that?" His throat was dry, and his uniform was soaked through.

His eyes flicked down at himself, then to Aiko, who slept with a smile on her face. He placed a hand over his heart, feeling the rapid pulse.

Was that a nightmare? Or... He turned his gaze back to Aiko. Was that her dreamscape? It felt like it could have been hers, but I doubted it was mine.

No... what's important is, did I get anything from that?

His thoughts snapped back to his state as he briefly considered activating his Yin-Devouring Yang Beast technique in hopes of entering the Yang Beast state without using Qi. His mind focused, but he instantly canceled it as he felt a dip in Qi from his dantian.

He instantly felt disappointed. Was that all for nothing?

He sighed and fell back onto the bed, feeling mentally exhausted. I probably need to change into something else, he thought, feeling his uniform clinging to his skin as he glanced toward the closet.

Then—

Puff!

His body burst into confetti and ribbons. A rabbit, dressed in a shirt and waistcoat, fell out of his closet. The rabbit hit its head on the floor just as the closet doors swung open suddenly.

"Fuck," Oliver cursed as he tumbled onto the floor.

Oliver's body puffed into confetti once again, ribbons of light scattering through the air before he solidified back into his human form.

But this time, there was a small problem—he was naked.

He blinked, glancing down at himself in disbelief. What the hell? How did I get out of bed? he thought, his mind still fuzzy from the strange sequence of events.

Before he could even begin to wrap his head around it, a thought struck him—Wait, this isn't right... He opened his mouth to question it further, but no sooner had the thought crossed his mind than—

Puff!

A rabbit, dressed in the same shirt and waistcoat, materialized above his bed. The tiny creature tumbled down, landing with a soft thud onto the mattress. Its ears flopped comically as it rolled off and onto the floor.

Oliver's eyes widened. "No way—"

Puff!

And before he could react, the rabbit's form burst into confetti again, leaving only a scattering of ribbons before Oliver's human form materialized back on the bed. Naked. Again.

He groaned and rubbed his temples. "What the hell is going on? Am I—am I stuck in some weird loop?"

He glanced around, half expecting another puff of confetti to whisk him away again.

Oliver lay on the bed, feeling the weight of the confusion pressing against his chest. He was naked. Again. His body still hummed with the aftermath of the strange, confetti-like transformations. But as his mind churned through the possibilities, one idea began to form.

Wait a minute... His eyes flickered toward the closet, the place where the rabbit had originally emerged. Is it possible...?

He sat up quickly, his heart pounding as the idea fully clicked in his mind.

What if I can teleport anywhere I want?

Testing the thought, he focused intently on the corner of the room, just a few feet away.

Puff!

In a blink, his body shattered into confetti and ribbons, scattering in every direction. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, his form reassembled... but this time, he appeared right by the corner of the room, in rabbit form. The tiny creature looked up at the space, its large ears flicking as it landed softly on the floor.

It worked. He teleported.

"Looks like I got something after all," Oliver muttered, now in rabbit form, his tiny heart racing as he felt the rush of power. He tried it again, his mind focusing on another spot across the room.

Puff!

The rabbit vanished in a shower of confetti once more, only to rematerialize at the foot of the bed this time, his tiny form bouncing against the soft sheets. He did a quick hop, and then Puff!

Another teleport. This time, he landed near the closet, furiously trying to control the wild teleportation. As he moved, he bounced around the room, going from one spot to another with rapid hops.

Okay, this is amazing—but what am I doing? His rabbit instincts seemed to be in full control now. He felt lighter, quicker, and more agile than ever. His small body zipped around, almost too fast for him to track.

After a few more hops, Oliver started to focus on his goal—staying in rabbit form. He closed his eyes, summoning the image of himself as the small, fluffy creature. Instead of letting the transformation fizzle out into confetti, he tried to stabilize it.

Come on, stay...

For a moment, his body flickered. But then, his small rabbit ears twitched, and he felt his form hold. He was fully a rabbit, and he stayed that way, hopping proudly across the room.

Feeling more confident now, he wanted to see if he could teleport again—but only as a rabbit.

Puff!

With a soft thud, he reappeared in the air above the bed, landing gracefully on the mattress this time, still in full rabbit form. He gave a little wiggle of satisfaction before leaping off the bed, bouncing onto the floor.

Okay, this is fun, Oliver thought. If I mix this with those talismans, I could probably teleport anywhere I want. And if I had known about this in the dream, I could've outrun that overgrown serpent.

Just as he prepared to hop again, the sound of rustling sheets reached his ears.

"Mmm, onii-chan?" Aiko mumbled, half-awake. It took her a moment to fully stir, and then her eyes beamed. "Oli-kun, how'd you get so cute?" she asked, pushing away the blanket she was under and reaching out for him instantly. Her feminine love for anything cute took over, but as she almost caught him, he burst into confetti.

Then, he appeared above her, kicking her head playfully. "I don't do morning hugs," he said with a mischievous grin, landing beside her and turning back into his human form. He playfully tackled her from behind, wrapping his arms around her in a playful embrace. "But I could do this."

Aiko, still half-asleep, blinked up at Oliver with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She reached up, and with a soft gesture, a bunny ear headband materialized in her hands. Her fingers worked quickly, placing the fluffy ears atop her head, sitting neatly above her hair.

"You know," Aiko said with a soft chuckle, adjusting the headband, "I'm always ready for you, Oli-Onii-chan~." Her eyes sparkled as she playfully nudged him, her voice light and teasing.