Chapter 6 : Vincent's End

Inside a dark void, a man is seated on a chair, watching a video on a monitor. Vincent is able to replicate all the data. He is examining the data before duplicating it into his mind. Since the data is incomplete, he must be cautious and take his time.

The planet is known as Atala. Various races used to inhabit this planet, including Dragons, Angels, Demons, Gaints, Elementals, humans, and beastkins. Unfortunately, the dictatorship of the Demon King eradicated Humans, Beastkin, and Gaints. Elves have gone into hiding, while Elementals chose to serve Angels for their protection. Humans became extinct ages ago, so Couper has very little information about them. But otherwise, there are no such things as status, a screen, or anything related to it.

They refer to essence as mana. Angels and demons can utilize their powers by birth. Each race possesses its own characteristics. For instance, Angels have traits associated with light magic, Dragons have traits related to specific elements like lightning, fire, water, etc., Elementals are true to their name, and Demons can wield dark magic. Elves can harness the power of nature and animal taming.

I can also comprehend the language of Angels, thanks to Couper's memory. I am imprisoned here as my body remains unconscious. I cannot establish a connection with Boney yet. According to Status, he is currently evolving. I can vaguely sense the passage of time here, so without wasting any time, I created an avatar of Major Couper to sharpen my combat skills. An angel with a height of 7 ft, extremely attractive, and a slender physique with two white wings protruding from his back. When alive, he held the rank of a peak expert. To make it productive, I lowered his level to Intermediate rank. Still, Major Couper appears powerful enough to incapacitate me in a minute. Nonetheless, I persist because I cannot be harmed in my dreams or experience exhaustion.

Inside a dimly lit room, Vincent was laid on a bed. Several pieces of equipment were examining the body. Three angels entered the room, one of them stationed at the door. An angel priest placed one hand on Vincent's head and the other in the hand of their superior.

I am in the midst of training when suddenly a tunnel materialized within my dreamspace. With tremendous suction force, it began drawing me in. Terrified, I attempted to resist, but soon I realized that Couper remains completely unaffected. In fact, the entire dream realm remains unfazed. It is only my consciousness that is being pulled in. Summoning a block of solid iron, I placed it in the mouth of the tunnel, sealing it.

Not much time elapsed, but my body began to respond. Feeling electrified, I woke up in a daze. It was pitch black with some antiquated equipment adorned with shimmering symbols. It had not been long since humans had just started using rune technology on Earth. Well, regardless, I found myself alone in the room. Creak! The door opened, and two angels entered the room. They seated me in a chair. The corridors were quite long but beautiful, with white passageways bordered in gold, appearing quite luxurious to me. Finally, they led me into a white chamber.

Ten days passed as they kept me confined in this room, and during that time, I became acquainted with various aspects of my ability. In essence, my skill is a comprehensive skill, which is a rare occurrence. The more I utilize it, the more skills I can unlock. For example, my manipulation of dreams enables me to enter, access, and manipulate the memories of others, thus influencing them as a whole. By altering their memories, I can make them subservient to me. By replicating someone's data, I can create an avatar for myself, though I can only employ them within my dreamspace. I can also replicate their combat experience, thereby enhancing myself. I can manipulate the flow of time in my dreamspace and conjure objects.

Every two days, I receive a vial of black liquid. It aids in sustaining myself.

The door of the room swung open, and three angels entered. One of them was Xavier, the captain of Couper in his final mission. The identities of the other two remained a mystery. Xavier positioned himself at the entrance, while the other two approached. One of them donned white robes, concealing his face beneath the veil, resembling a priest. The second individual appeared to be their superior. The priest placed one hand on Vincent's head, and the other in the hand of their superior.

Externally, it appeared as if nothing had changed, but contrary to the visible circumstances, Vincent's soul was shrieking like a pig in a slaughterhouse. He was forcibly drawn into a tunnel. It felt as though his brain was being torn apart and forcibly extracted, while somehow keeping him alive. Then he was cast into an expansive sea of white liquid adorned with golden stars. He wasn't drowning; he could stand comfortably. The pressure he now experienced surpassed that of the angel squad and the serpent combined. A majestic angel descended from the heavens itself. His size diminished until he stood at 7 ft tall. His size had certainly decreased, but the pressure remained unchanged. A deity gazed down upon a mortal.

X: Who are you?

Vincent: Vincent.

X: What is the name of your homeworld?

Vincent: Earth.

X: Why are you here?

Vincent: I was forcefully transported here, likely to dispose of me.

X: Hmm, as expected.

X: What is your usefulness?

Vincent: I possess knowledge and can provide information about my homeworld.

X: HAHAHAHA! Do you believe we need such deceitful methods to conquer a fledgling world?

Vincent: I can assist you in various ways, such as ensuring a restful night's sleep, safeguarding your dreams...

X: Silence! Insect. And prepare for your final moments.

Vincent was forcibly expelled. For a moment, everything turned black, and then he returned to his lifeless body, retreating to his dreamspace, his safe haven.

"He fainted, my lord," the priest reported.

"Hmm, something feels amiss," said X.

The priest nervously swallowed.

Vincent realized that X had discovered his attempt to invade his dreams. It meant he could not enter the dreams of individuals stronger than him. He would have to find another target soon, or else he would perish. The angels appeared swift as his execution was scheduled for the following day, without granting him a final wish.

They brought him to the execution platform and bound him to a white pillar surrounded by symbols. He was bound in the morning, and the left and right sides appeared to be reserved seats. In the afternoon, the crowd began to gather, consisting of angels, elementals, and some half angels. By evening, the reserved seats were filled. To his left, there were stunning female angels. Finally, he caught a glimpse of them. Beauties. The angel society was dominated by females as they were more attuned to the light element, which served as a source of power. They were said to be favored by God himself. Males were generally weaker in magic but considerably stronger in physical abilities. There were exceptions to this rule, such as the current king, whose light power far surpassed that of any other female angel. His descendants were not far behind, possessing similar potential.

To his right, there were male angels, albeit only a few. Vincent did not pay much attention. If he managed to survive this ordeal, he would boast to Sam until he became deaf. He had already identified a few potential candidates for his escape, but they all paled in comparison to that blond beauty, or rather, his parrot. The parrot was slumbering in the presence of a goddess. Such insolence could not be forgiven.

As Vincent prepared to make his move, the goddess locked eyes with him, her gaze icy cold. "Do not dare, vermin. Otherwise, your soul will forever be trapped in the sole of my shoe." Terrified, Vincent scanned the crowd. The crowd remained eerily silent. He spotted a sleeping boy, but the problem was that he was far away. Therefore, he could only travel to one side of the destination. Girding his resolve, he set out, and the symbols beneath his feet glowed with light as flames engulfed his body. Without looking back, he sprinted toward his target, but he collided with a barrier. Barriers had been erected there. In despair, at the base of the pillar, an orb glimmered with a faint white light. Vincent noticed it a bit too late or was helpless to take any action. With a resounding scream, he was sucked into the orb. There was only white mist and bone-chilling coldness. Whichever direction he turned, it was all the same.

He fared reasonably well initially, but the temperature began to rise. It felt like an assault on his core. Unable to perceive what was happening outside, Vincent wondered whether his core remained intact or had been destroyed. He received the answer in the form of sudden agony. Despite being enveloped in extreme cold, it felt as though he were being burned alive, and then the heat started tearing him apart. The pain reached such heights that he began regretting seeking help from the angels. Perhaps being undead would have been preferable. Then, with an explosion, it all ended.