Talentless Extra Of The Legendary Hero Academy-Chapter 178: Dreaming

Severin Reignhart stood in a butcher house. Literally. When he closed his eyes in the caskets, he saw a flash of white light that bloated everything else out, and then when it was finally gone, he found himself in a butcher house.

Blood made the air smell like rusting metal. It was mixed with rot and the smell of unwashed flesh.

Severin picked himself from the ground. Blood was soaked on his clothes, but he didn’t mind. He was busy staring around him with a grim expression.

Shelves with hooks stood in neat rows around the room. The hooks, those not occupied, were covered in old blood and bits of flesh.

Severin Reignhart looked around.

On each shelf was human meat.

They were hooked into the shelves, chests pried open and cleaned, inner organs long gone. They were of different sizes and gender. Some with their heads, some without their limbs. They were hung there.

"What do you think about this? Do you like my collections?" a voice said, as if Severin was in a shop admiring the goods put up for display.

Severin turned, and his eyes widened even though he was expecting it from the familiar voice he heard.

Dolor stood there with a smile on his face. He held a cutting knife in his hand and a white, spotless apron on his chest. "This is one of the most profitable businesses you can do. Although it’s considered a very lowly work, it still brings me some energy. Enough energy to keep me alive and keep your system up and running."

Severin didn’t feel any hostility from Dolor, and he looked at him curiously. "I guess this is the first time we would be meeting officially. The last time, you were uninvited into my head."

Dolor laughed. He waved his hand. "Well, it’s expected. You were my seed. It’s only natural that I try to take it back."

Severin frowned. "It’s mine now. This pain is mine."

Dolor smirked. "Yes, it’s yours. But I also have a bit of the pain left. I guess we’ll see who can cultivate the concept faster. Then, one will devour the other."

Severin shivered.

What Dolor said made sense. Severin was first used as a conduit to harvest and cultivate pain so that Dolor might have even more control of the pain concept and gain his power back to free himself.

’...I guess I’ve been ignoring that... ignoring how I’m going to improve the pain... how I’m going to cultivate it...’

But he didn’t give anything away with his face. "You are in Sector Delta. There’s no way you can gain more pain. You already sucked that side dry.

"And the Obsidian Bleed won’t make any moves for now."

Dolor shook his head. "Tututu, Severin! Do you honestly think I will have only one way to get things to cultivate? I’m going to get more. There’s nothing you can do about that."

Severin only raised his brows. "No, you don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t be telling me. Do you think I’m stupid? One man won’t tell another man where the fish is more plentiful in the sea."

Dolor scowled. "There will always be a way."

Severin shrugged. "Yes, there will be. But it might be too late for you.

"But more importantly, why are you here?"

"How are you in this Etherion space?"

Dolor blinked. "Etherion space? I’ve never heard it being called that before. This is a first. Well, they do call it different names."

Severin almost stiffened.

’...Did Miret betray me? Was he the one that sent me where Dolor would be?...’

He didn’t let it show on his face. Instead, he asked again. "Where is this place?"

Dolor snorted, then sneered. "You don’t know? This is a dreaming."

"A dreaming?" Severin asked. It was the first time he would be hearing something called the dreaming.

"Yes. We are in the dreaming of a God. A dead God."

Severin was shocked. "A dead God can still dream?"

"Why not? Gods are not mortal. They are far, much far above, that we can’t even look at them."

"But you are a god," Severin pointed out. "Are they so far above you as well?"

Dolor looked thoughtful. "This is a question that’s above you. Try to reach my level first!"

Severin shrugged. "If this is a dream, how are we here?"

"Gods have domain. Spaces that are absolutely theirs. When they die, their space doesn’t just disappear. It’s filled with their dreaming but with no presence to overlook it."

"Then, those of us that are also gods, we can bend this dreaming, carving out small space to do our own thing. This is how we gods create our own domain. We create it from the dreaming of others."

He looked around. "Then this is your space?"

Dolor shot him a look. "Yes. This is my domain. What are you doing here?"

Severin was starting to understand.

The people that Miret made his contract with must have carved out space for him to send his trainees to. But once Severin entered, he was redirected to Dolor’s space.

Because they both share the same divinity.

Severin nodded in understanding. "I see it now. This is my space as well." frёewebnoѵēl.com

Dolor gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing and a deadly aura building in his eyes. "No. This is my space, you fucking bastard! I won’t let you take this as well from me!"

Severin grinned.

He raised his hand as if he was gripping something invisible in the air, and then he pulled. There was a sharp cracking sound, the air rippled around him, and the space bent.

The few shelves around Severin dissolved and turned into statues of him.

But that was the end of what he could do.

Relief flashed in Dolor’s eyes. "My influence here is stronger than your own. My authority here is still absolute. I win, Severin Reignhart. You can’t take this from me!"

Severin only looked at him curiously. "I don’t want the space. Not yet anyway. I’m still battling with the pain power. Tell me how I can control it."