"I survived? What killed me?"
"This proves that I can resurrect no matter what happens to my spiritual body..."
Visdre could feel a connection with the book in the middle of the room.
"This is what revived me?"
"If I cannot be wiped out... doesn't that mean I am immortal?"
He left the white room and entered the dream realm. He flew upwards until he was no longer surrounded by bubbles.
"Something attacked me, right?"
He held out both his arms and tried to manipulate the entire dream realm just like before. He exploded into a bloody mist again.
He was reconstructed in the white room.
"What is the mechanism behind my revival?"
Visdre walked towards the podium and looked at the black book. He casually flipped through it and saw what he had read. Beyond this was squirming text.
"If I have unlimited attempts... maybe it is possible to transform the entire dream realm into my paradise."
Visdre left the room and it vanished as usual. He then started to wave his hands as he tried once again to manipulate the dream realm.
He exploded into a bloody mist.
"Again!"
He exploded into a bloody mist.
"Again!"
He exploded into a bloody mist.
"...Again..."
Over, and over, and over again. He tried to manipulate the dream realm. He had no success. It did not become easier over time.
But something was happening that he wasn't aware of.
He was no longer exploding into a bloody mist.
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He was exploding into a fog.
Each time he died. His spiritual body was changing slightly. It was becoming less human.
"Again!"
A fog.
"Again!"
A fog.
He did this for over a year.
[ECHO]: Stage 1012 - 47%
He became numb to the pain... in fact. He stopped feeling it after awhile.
Visdre had transformed mentally from dying constantly. He no longer feared being wiped out. He had complete faith in the book reviving him in the white room.
His personality however didn't survive this torture. He started to become slightly 'insane'.
"Those old fools..."
He remained floating in the dream realm looking at the dream bubbles below him. He waved his hands and fog covered a large area. He started to wave his hands as if he was performing a dance. The fog bunched the bubbles together.
"Pop!"
As the bubbles popped, they combined. Becoming an extremely large dream bubble.
"The backlash has become weaker!"
"Hahahaha!"
Visdre's actions caused chaos in the real world. People were having extremely weird dreams. Almost supernatural in nature. Because, information and memories were fusing together through the dreams.
Someone with no education would have a weird dream and randomly wake up with the knowledge of a doctor. This caused a shuffle in society as one moment, the skill you had learned would become useless as someone could 'steal' it in a dream.
It wasn't simply memories that were fusing. People felt as if their personalities were getting swapped as well. It was a mess.
Visdre didn't know that his actions were doing this. He continued to try to manipulate the dream realm. Something interesting was happening. He would explode into a fog. But instead of needing to revive himself through the book in the white room.
He learned how to put himself back together.
This meant he never lost track of the 'ultimate' dream he was constructing.
[ECHO]: Stage 1987 - 54%
All of the dream bubbles had been fused together at this point. This led to a a phenomenon that was deadly. Whenever a person dreamed... they could never wake up. They would remain trapped in the dream for seemingly the rest of their life.
Humanity was put on a clock. They had a few days to figure out a solution to this 'dreaming' disease. The elites of the world had a temporary solution. A special drug that made it so you didn't experience dreams. But this would lead to degeneration of the brain over time.
Visdre was outside of the single dream bubble left. The entire dream realm was filled with his fog.
"I'm..."
"So tired..."
He hadn't slept since he initially split his visualization technique. He tried sleeping now, but it proved to be impossible.
He took one of his hands and grasped it.
The giant bubble started to compress. The walls became thicker. They then started to become solid. Eventually, the dream of every person that was trapped condensed.
Visdre was then sucked in forcefully.
What he saw was quite interesting.
"This isn't random at all..."
Society had reformed in the dream. Visdre was unaware of his impact on physical reality. So he was surprised to see people living out their lives in this dream.
Whenever the person died in real life. Their spiritual body would continue to live in the dream if they had died while asleep. It was as if Visdre had made an afterlife.
Visdre transformed into fog filling up every inch of the dream. He infected the consciousness of every entity sleeping.
He then 'popped' the bubble.
Every single person alive woke up.