A shocking dream

Many would call this pathetic, disgusting, or insulting, among a few other words. But there comes a point where such terms lose their meaning, a state of mind where certain things become irrelevant.

That much is certainly the case in regards to the lack of care I held akin to the tight grips clasped around my member. Having been sprung free from the entrapment that the rags I called pants presented, I was quick to settle attop my bed and jerk passionately into the night. The key focus of my fantasies in this hour was the bovine woman that had led me down the path to private masturbation. It was easy to close my eyes and set aside the recent struggles that had arrived; with the air of fantasy, there was no baggage to latch onto and weigh me down. No one was harmed, and my pleasure could stand nothing but gain. With the assistance of some imagination, I envisioned Rela's mature voice goading me on as my member pumped into that warm snatch hidden between her pair of strong yet comfortingly thick legs. Her horns serve as the perfect handles, making it convenient to thrust between her cheeks; with a buttocks so big and round, each collision creates a clap that could echo throughout the entire room, muffled only by her moans that breathe lust into the air.

In reality, there was nothing more than thin walls surrounding me; where my mind created feminine cries were just the faint sounds of my hands pumping a dick, unable to find a pussy to call home. I suppose my huntress of a neighbor would be chuckling to herself if she could hear of the lonely life I had amidst these walls—something she has done before. Her class lent a passive ability of enhanced hearing, something that could be further expanded on more so by her Keen Sense Skill, something that doubles her already upgraded senses. She has used it more than a couple of times in the past to cause conundrums in the past. And would often poke fun at me on many occasions about the things she had seen or heard.

But that only served to fuel my fantasies from time to time. She is certainly a tease, in more ways than one, which is an acceptable traid in my book when she knows full well. It'll result in her starring in key roles in what I do in my private moments. Something she is certainly aware of. I suppose that is why her antics never reached the point where I'd even consider filing some form of complaint. There existed a line that she'd never crossed or, at least, hadn't yet. On the one hand, no one in the Inn wished to bother Rela. And, as for any other reasons.

Well, I suppose she wasn't a bitch.

A tease and somewhat annoying.

But, not a bitch.

And...

Fuck.

I'm going to miss this place.

The horny-filled arousal charging the fingers wrapped around my dick subsided as my pumping similarly died.

Allowing my thoughts to wander served to accomplish nothing save for ruining the temporary escapism masturbation had provided. The severity of my current situation crashed down like a pile of bricks just to remind me that jerking off isn't the solution to any of my problems. But really, I doubt there is even a solution to be found. With a lack of coins to my name, a form of work, or even a class to speak of, there is only so long I can push the inevitable.

"F-Fuuuuuuuck-!" The cushioned bed accepted my weight as I fell back onto it; I reached the point of climax yet felt none of the benefits.

Through an entirely defeated sigh, my eyes inched closed. There was not much more I could do to find a level of salauce when the world is leaving me so little options while it gradually wittles me down.

It all started because of those damn dreams.

Dreams that make it impossible even for sleep to serve as a temporary escape.

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As it happens every time my consciousness slips away, another story begins to unfold. The dream that continues to widdle me down, not stopping until it tears me down to the core, to the point where there will remain nothing left to torment. There is certainly more at play here; these feel far too ingenuous to simply be an average dive into the dreamscape.

They latched on, always present in some form, to remind me of their presence while also staying entirely unconfrontable. I felt powerless within them, sat in the eyes of someone who acted out of my control; yet, what transpired felt entirely natural, in a manner of speaking.

In front of me was a large and flat tablet-like plate. On its surface was a projection I could only accurately define as having a similarity to someone's Status Screen. In fact, of the many strange happenings that occurred on that screen, I noticed a Menu page, inside the screen itself. Even some of the scenery that was playing on the tablet looked familiar to my own world, only one that appeared to be viewed on a screen and from a perspective that remained from above, looking downwards. Assumedly it would be akin to the view that the gods and goddesses of this world witness when they look over the mortal lands.

Could this be what the Heavens look like? The Immortal Plane? The land in which God-like deities reside is always something left up to the accounts of those that have never witnessed it in the first place. And those that have claimed to have gone there and returned lack the evidence to attribute their words as genuine fact.

Would the Gods bother playing with the life of someone like me? They often commit acts that could only be explained away by having ounces of boredom, but there are targets far more worthy of their time than myself. Royalty, adventures, at least someone who is actually classed, for goodness sake. Not an unclassed nobody who is just barely getting by on a week-to-week basis.

Or, ''was'' barely getting by. That ship sailed the moment these dreams evolved into the nuisance that they are now.

*Thump* *Thump*

"Hey, Issac! Mild or spicy?" My vision changed. Whoever's eyes I was observing through looked away from the screen. I briefly saw a young-looking woman with blond hair and green eyes, her facial appearance flickered some manner of remembrance in me, but I couldn't place it on anything.

She held what looked like two wrapped...

"Spicy," the voice that was deathly similar to my own responded. My lack of control of the dream rained clear when the person glanced back to the screen.

"Sure, you're getting mild then. I want spicey!" The girl laughed to herself, the manner in which certainly sounded familiar. "Anyway, I'm microwaving them, fuck the oven."

"Yeah, whatever."

"Oh, and it's storming pretty bad out. You wanna plug the router into that new surge protector Mom bought? That game's not online, right?"

I heard the voice of the person, who I can only assume to be me, sigh. "You know-"

"Ohhmigawd- you're about to nerd out, huh? I don't care! Don't tell me! Goodbye~!!" My vision turned to show the girl from before covering her ears by placing those two wrapped packages on both sides of her head. She began to walk away, "Just unplug the internet for ONE second! It's going to go down anyway if we get another surge. They've been getting worse."

"Right, right, fine," I said with a groan, or the guy I'm playing as in this dream did. He spun around in a chair that seemed capable of turning on the spot and got up. In the corner of his room was a bookshelf, but it didn't appear like most of the wooden ones I'm accustomed to; this was made out of some other kind of material. Honestly, most of the room was both familiar and not in many ways.

Atop the shelf was a flat-looking... thing, with other things sticking out atop it, like a box with horns or antennas. Attached to it was a cord that extended down towards a wall outlet and...

Wait, why the fuck did I know what that was.

"Hey, dude! Don't touch it now! There was a big flash and-"

"What?" I reached down to unplug the cord and-

*KKKKRRRRACCCKKK!!*

A sudden explosion erupted directly in my face in tandem with the bright light that enveloped everything in sight. A powerfully imposing ringing chime echoed while in the distance, I could hear the same female voice from before screaming.

Then-

"HOLY SHIT!" I nearly jumped out of bed. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I instantly began to pat myself down, just to make sure I wasn't dead or burned to a crisp in heavenly light.

Did I die?

Unplugging the modem for the fucking internet?

Call that being smited by god.

Also, how in the world do I even know what the internet is? Or whatever the hell a modem is? And where the hell did my sister go? Is she okay? Where the fuck am I? No, where WAS I?

"What the f-fuck!?"

Okay, no, this is different from some pesky dreams. There is something far beyond me going on right now; I can't blame this on my own personal issues anymore. I've been cursed by some god or...

Fuck this.

I need answers.

Just as quickly as I was thrown awake, I jumped up to my feet and fished my recently creamed dick back into my pants. The random cloth I found on my desk was used to haphazardly wipe up any mess that I could manage in my haste before I posed open the window. There wasn't any time to risk Rela or any of my flatmates getting in my way.

Jumping down from the second floor of this Inn would typically be something that should be done with caution, but that had left me the second I was killed by lightning. I leapt out towards the nearest tree, managing to latch onto the branch and extend my way. I wrapped my arms around it and pulled myself up so that I could have a more accurate jump towards a branch located further down.

That branch wasn't as sturdy as I hoped since it collapsed entirely with my weight after going landing atop it. But even after I crashed down into the bushes below, I wasn't too phased after I took a second to eye my health.

Status.

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Menu

Izac Glin (lv. 2 MOD)

HP: 36/95

MP: 99/99

Stats…

Skills...

Inventory…

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Thirty-six health?

Good enough.

With a grunt and carrying a slight limp, I ran toward the heart of Grimfall. Saint's Spire was the capital city of Grimfall; if there was something needed, someone there would be able to provide.

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"Unfortunately, I am unable to provide the services you need of me,"

"No, please! You're supposed to be on the cheap end. So many people recommended you!" I had to plead; it was the only card left on the table.

The woman, whose face remained entirely undetectable behind the hood of her cloak, closed her eyes that glowed through the darkness. "If it were about the money, we could certainly figure that out. But you are asking me to fix a problem that simply is not there. You are not cursed. I even did a check for hidden hexes; there is precisely nothing wrong with your Identity Card." The woman sighed and placed down the gloved hand carrying my I.C.; she slid the light blue card over the table towards me and rose from her seat. "Some problems cannot be solved by purification. I know of a therapist that may be able to find the answers you are looking for. He isn't too expensive either if you would like I-"

"Are you seriously saying there is nothing wrong?"

"Other than your health being at a worryingly low level," The woman's soft whisper of a voice echoed from seemingly all angles. "I do not want another body rotting in front of my store. Take this." She reached inside the void that subsisted within her cloak to retrieve a circular-shaped flask with a long tube-like opening capped off with a cork. It appeared like a typical health potion, with the red contents inside being a clear indicator, though, then again, that could be a ruse. Not that I was in any condition to question her.

I took her offered potion but kept the topic of conversation on the reason I had come here. "I've been having these dreams, and t-this recent ones were different. It was real. I know things I shouldn't know! It's like I died and was born back into- in- myself... I..."

"Right right... and while you don't know much about me. You can imagine I've been around for a while. I've seen things, and I've experienced a lot. So, know that when I say this, it is an accusation recommendation." The woman hummed, "You need to talk to a therapist. Sooner rather than later."

"F-Fuck..." This was hopeless; not even professionals were giving me a passing glance.

"Furthermore, about your Identity Card, what class was listed there? May I see it again?"

"Hm?" I slouched on the stool I was seated on, "I mean, it's still on the table. Whatever,"

"Sure, and..." She picked up the card. All I could see were two keen eyes hidden in the darkness of her cloak as she scanned it. "Yes. The class here, "MOD"? That's not an official class by any means. Nor is it distinctly forbidden. I really haven't seen this before. I can assume you had it customized through the dark market?"

"What?" That caught my attention.

Status.

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Menu

Izac Glin (lv. 2 MOD)

HP: 36/95

MP: 99/99

Stats…

Skills...

Inventory…

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Lv. 2 MOD?

"What in the hell..?"

"I'm not sure why you are acting confused," She placed the card down and pushed it back toward me. "It is very hard for someone to have their identity edited without prior permission. You must have done this intentionally at some point. Either way, I suggest you have that removed. It is illegal, by technicality, to have unofficial classes listed on your Identity Card. Whoever gave you that should be capable of undoing it. Being classless is far more preferable than walking around with an unofficial class. I won't report this to anyone, but if someone else finds out, they very well might."

"O-Okay, I'll-" I picked up the card and stared at it for a few lingering moments. "Shit-"

Cold air kissed my temple as I exited the secluded storefront, feeling more distraught than I had upon arriving, a feat that shouldn't have been surpassed. Her area of work, located in a secluded back alley, didn't help alleviate the sour mood. The gods were having a riot at my expense, and I doubt many in the mortal plain can do a damn thing about it. Only those with unimaginable powers might be of assistance here, and those individuals are far outside of my reach in more ways than one.

I took a turn and headed back into the alley, where the moons illuminating blue hue faded away into darkness. My hands were glued to the card as I walked ahead; questions upon questions continued to flow, and an aggravating lack of answers followed in their wake.

Was it possible for me to ever sleep again?

Looking up, I peered towards the moon, slightly restricted by the walls of the alleyway lofting from either side. I hadn't the faintest idea of what time it was; just another question to add to the ever-growing collection. Not as important sure, but still a question, and answers didn't seem too forthcoming as of late.

The hell is a MOD class?

Maybe when I get back, I can look for answers online.

Wait, what the fuck is on-line. I know it has something to do with the internet, except I don't even know what the internet is other than a way to get online.

Which...

Is a never-ending cycle of questions.

I clenched a fist with my right hand, fading away my I.C. card, and turned the next corner. This alley extended on towards a few blocks with only one other path to go down. Behind, there was another path to head down, not counting for the alley I had just exited.

Shit. Am I lost?

I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose.

Fuck it, that's what I get.

Picking at random, I turned to go right, which spanned a path just as cluttered and unkempt as the way I had left. Reaching the end led to another alley that continued forward to a dead end; the buildings lining the walls all appeared vacant. Though there was an odd... thing hunched over...

Shit!

That's not a ''thing.''

The second I was met with the realization of what I had seen, my legs spun me around to sprint in the opposite direction.

*Thwip* *Thwip* *Thwip*

"Ack~!" Something thick and loose spun around my face and locked tight around my neck. What felt like rope boring into me yanked forward, taking me with it against the will of my legs. Soon after, my face met the ground along with the rest of me as everything shifted by quickly amidst the understood pain that came with being forcefully dragged face first against dirt and rubble.

My bearings were all over the glace; everything appeared like a dusty blur, so I wasn't able to react much other than gag when the **** of the rope released from my neck, only to be replaced by a firm hand that locked onto it just as tight.

"You think we ain't noticed your twink ass snooping where it ain't belong?" A gruff voice, incredibly dry and almost as rigid as the hand clenching the breath out of me with each passing second, barked in a harsh whisper.

It wasn't helped that I hadn't taken a swing of the woman's potion yet, and after being dragged around like a rag doll, my health must be incredibly low.

"I-Ack-Ke-" Was all I managed to wheeze, given the weight clenching down on my throat.

"He'll lighten up his big ass hands if you hand over that I.C. card of yours." A softer yet distinctly deadlier feminine voice spoke up to my right, just as a faint flying metallic whiz sliced through the air, only coming to a stop right beside my ear. "Otherwise... oh, no way!"

Through the corner of my vision, I could barely make out a dark-haired girl, seemingly around my age, with bright piercing yellow eyes that stared into me with amusement. She retracted her weapon and stepped back to somewhere more cast in the small amounts of overhead light. Her hair was done in a ponytail, with two large strings that spilled to her shoulders. She wore a somewhat tight leather hooded jacket and baggy black pants. Her arms and legs were wrapped in bandage cloth, and she tossed a thick-bladed machete, while another rested on the leather belt strap wrapped around her waist. Behind the right strand of hair spilling over her face, I could note a faint scar left behind by some close call with a blade.

"This is the guy I robbed earlier today. Back, back off," She chucked and addressed the man, who was still cast in shadow, though I could make out his burley figure and definitely didn't fail to notice the unpleasant scent of his breath. The girl reached one hand to her waist.

"Fine, whatever." The man relented and released me. Apparently, my legs hadn't even been on solid ground as the moment he let go, I dropped downwards.

In a near blink of a moment, after the man had stepped away, there was another whip of rope around my neck, and the dirt darted forward, pressing a firm boot against my chest to pin me against the wall while she held a tight cord with one hand that pulled back, **** me even more than before. Her spare hand spun the machete from her pocket and held it up to my neck, which was slowly wheezing out my last few inches of life. All I could muster were **** gags.

Is this really going to be how I die?

Again. Apparently.

With no answers because I picked the wrong alley to walk down.

Great.

"Did you track me down? Just to get your little bag of coins back? It was barely anything." She narrowed her eyes, soft lips formed into a faint frown, "I don't like being followed. Card. Now." A flick of her wrist and leaning forward against the boot pressing into my stomach was all the motivation I needed.

My hand raised, and between my fingers spawned the transparent blue card she was looking for.

"Thank you!" She stepped back with a charming smile that hid her devious intent. Leaving me to fall to the floor. Tugging at the string tied to her hip was enough to have the cord recall and sit tucked by her side.

"Izac Glin, hmm! Cute name for a cute guy," Her yellow irises almost held a glow amidst the dark surroundings; she glanced back towards me and winked. "Oh, shucks. I hate targeting the cute ones. I really do. Shame... Ah, well." In a blur, she flicked her wrist, wiping a shiv from her sleeve that flew with the speed of an arrow set to land directly between my eyes.

The weapon moved at such a high rate I hadn't even had the time to blink before...

It stopped in place. The metal lost all its momentum the moment it poked my forehead. The cold metal, intent on peace right between my eyes, remained in the air as if indecisive.

"I leave you two alone for two minutes, my for fucks sake." From the end of the alley to my left, I saw a figure climb itself out of a grate in the ground.

Oh no, not ''itself'' but more so ''herself.''

Even while cast in the darkness, I could see the way and figure of a femme fatale approaching. Like the man, her distinct features were hard to define, but the clear, sexually attractive aura of her figure rang through. I could barely make out a red streak in her otherwise dark hair, and what looked to be a mask covered her nose along with the lower portion of her face. Deep cleavage was held in a corset that cupped around two large breasts, made entirely out of reflective-looking leather that looked designed to hug the hourglass shape of her figure more than protect it.

"How many times must I say not to murk anyone until I get my eyes on them first." For a brief moment, I could see the silver tint to her eyes as she rolled them while walking past the thief that had sent the blade flying.

Speaking of her, she was stuck in place, as if frozen or hit by some petrify spell. So was the man, both criminals were not moving an inch, and the girl didn't even blink. I raised a hesitant hand and pushed aside the blade that had poked against my head, it simply floated to the side.

What the...

I glanced up.

What the fuck!?

Even the birds above were stuck mid-flight. Like they were frozen... Everything's frozen, well, except me and...

"You're cute," The woman rubbed the girl's face before giving her a shove, and the young thief kept the same coy smirk on her face even while she was tipped over and toppled to the ground like tossed aside furniture. "And you are buff as fuck... mmm..." The woman walked up to the man and rubbed his chest before turning her face to me, "But I should at least know... wait.. are..." She stepped back. Then instantly, she raised a hand, and a long bladed silver katana appeared from seemingly nowhere.

Okay, so the world is frozen, and she can just spawn shit.

Of course. This all makes sense.

"You can see me? You can... move?"

"I-" I closed my mouth to gulp when under the boring weight of her sharp silver eyes, "I- F- I fucking guess, can you tell me what is going on?"

"Shit. Shit. Shit." The woman mumbled to herself; her heels clicked and hips swayed as she briefly paced in front of me. "Fuck..."

My god, even like this when she clearly isn't trying to be, it's like she's built from the ground up to be sexy in everything she does.

"L-Look lady, a load of weird shit has been occurring lately and-"

*SLING*

Her weapon swiped through the air and stopped right at my neck, "What do you mean by weird,"

I gulped again, the ball in my neck pressed against the point of her weapon, "I-"

"Speak!"

"L-Look, I- just- I- I- I- I- I- don't know! I- like weird dreams I- sh-sh-e- she robbed me earlier- I-"

"She did?" The woman glanced down at the girl that was still frozen in place, now on the floor in the same pose as before. In her hand was my I.C. card.

The woman noticed it and promptly lifted the girl to snatch it from her grasp. I watched her silver eyes gaze over it, all the while, her brows furrowed, and her right eye twitched.

"SHIT!" For a reason beyond me, she seemed extremely upset due to whatever was on my card and threw it off to the side. When it flew out of range of me, it despawned and faded back into my palm.

"I-" I looked around, unsure if I should just walk away or pretend I was still being held down, "Um..." I stood up and walked to the side.

Ignoring me, the woman snapped her fingers, and in an instant, the world came back to life. The blade bolted forward and clashed against the wall where it remained lodged.

If it did that to bricks, what would it have done to my face?

"What the-" The young thief blinked, "I wasn't standing... did I miss? Pffft-" She blew out hair from her face, seemingly a bit confused that there was also dirt on her.

"Well, clearly you did miss," The man chuckled and then lifted me by the cuff of my shirt before I could dart off, "And this runt is fast."

"Both of you shut up!" The woman stormed up to the girl, "You robbed him?"

"Y-Yeah?" She looked confused, "I steal from lots of people thoug-"

Not giving the thief time to respond, this frantic woman pressed for answers. "Where does he live? Can you show me?!"

"I don't know?! I didn't follow him~! He's poor!" She looked past the woman to wink at me, "But he is cute. Do I have to kill him? Now that you're here, I guess I can as-"

"He's coming with us." The woman declared while spinning around to glare at me, "And he's not allowed to die until we find out where he fucking lives."

"What the fuck?" The man holding me parroted what I was thinking.

"Uh, okay.." The girl rubbed her arm, "But last time I checked, his health was very low and was ticking down. I think he got a cut when I dragged him across the ground. He had like two HP or something, so.. well, if he's bleeding out, he might just.."

Everything went black.

"Yeah, like that. Die,"

The woman, not taking kindly to that outcome, screamed. "Shit!"

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"Shit!" I bolted out of bed, my heart pumped hard within my chest, and my head spun along with the room that slowly phased into focus.

In the corner of my vision, a miniature menu appeared, one similar to my Status screen.

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Lives [2]

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I blinked.

What the fuck?