Exploring the dream.

Opening his eyes, Louis found himself in a dark sewer filled with filth and a nauseous smell, this was a place he instantly recognized,

_Lohim sewers?.. what am I doing here?_ Louis was dumbfounded, so much so that he didn't mind the intoxicating, vomit inducing scent of the sewer.

Standing up, Louis whipped his neck which had some excrete on it. He turned his attention to a strange figure which laid floating on the dark liquid which was most likely the filth of the town above.

Louis eyes twitched as he slowly got closer to the figure, the darkness making it hard to preview who it was.

Now barely a few inches from the figure, Louis could fully deduce what it was,

It was a corpse of a decapitated man whose face was nothing but a chunk of flesh and blood. Louis suddenly had to urge to puke, which was further enhanced by the sewer's scent.

Covering his mouth with his hand, Louis mind spurn at the reason behind this,

_Who is this? How did I get here? Was it the trio or perhaps miss pisces?.. regardless, I better get out of here before someone gets here.. I don't really feel like going to prison_

As Louis was about to turn his back from the corpse, his eyes cut sight of something shining on the corpse.

Unknown why, Louis began feeling like retrieving whatever it was on the corpse, _He wouldn't miss it_ Louis thought.

Louis slowly crept up on the corpse, bending down while trying his outmost to not have a "piece" of the corpse on him.

Stretching in on a circular wound oozing with blood, louis plucked out a soft squishy like object. The object was somewhat round and had a cold feeling to the touch, its surface was filled with countless circular holes that seemed to drill to it's center.

Louis couldn't fully see the object, as he didn't have enough light to make preview.

Taking the object, Louis placed it in his pocket and instantly took his eyes away from the corpse, afraid that it might suddenly stand up and pounce on him.

Louis could feel his mind had obtained a number of strange knowledge, instantly he recognized it as miss pisces "Teaching" but Louis didn't have the intention of understanding it while in the middle of a murder scene. Secondary, based on what Miss pisces had told him, trying to understand multiple Mysticism and spiritism knowledge might constitute an abnormal effect. As such he wouldn't very fancy being in a fight with a "Zombie"

"I should probably learn how to curb my curiosity, now venturing into the supernatural, that would probably get my ass killed" Louis silently muttered to himself.

Turning his gaze once more at the corpse, louis noticed some subtle details. The blood from the corpse was still oozing, which meant it was still freshly killed,

_What an unlucky victim, I can't even recognize you without your face.. I wonder who killed him. Maybe if I get out and find the trio, they might know?_ Louis stole a glance at the corpse and Shaked his head, _Forgive me but considering what the Miss said, I think getting your revenge might take some time_

Louis checked his body, hoping to find a book or journal on his person. But unfortunately their was nothing but a squishy object in his pocket, _So they are probably in the dream_ Louis agreed with his deduction as he clenched his fist while walking out from the sewer.

After almost two minutes, figures finally arrived at the murder scene. It was two individuals, one female dressed in a red flowery gown with black long hair, and the other, an old man with a white mustache and bald head, dressed in a black Butler suit.

The old, wrinkle faced man delicately rubbed his mustache, his eyes staring intently at the decapitated corpse ahead.

They stopped a few meters away from the corpse, and by a strange means, they seemed able to clearly see in the night

The old man drew a silent gasp as he knitted his gray brows tightly, "Didn't the LORD promise us a depository strong enough to whip lohim?.. So what is this? Why is the object of the ritual here? Miles away from where the damn ritual was?" Their seemed to be a hint of annoyance and frustration in his voice.

Following, a Crisp melodies voice which seemed to soothe the hearts of anyone who heard it echoed, "Do not judge the LORD. Who are we to understand the acts of the divine? Trust in him, love him and praise him" the lady dressed in a red flowery gown raised her hands to the air, as if welcoming the embrace of something, "Nothing can escape HIS eyes, HE is the eyes that sees all, the glorious unlooker of the conscious world! HE is the one who will grant us salvation"

Silence ruled the sewer, as the old man stood rooted looking at the lady whose hands remained outwards, as if begging for a hug. Clearing his throat with deep coughs he said, "I am not worthy to have such thoughts, but what can I do? Am only human"

"Soon" the lady interrupted, "That will cease to be so"

....

Far from the scene of the murder, louis quickly found and exit and left. He lowered his head , and in the absence of any light, he walked through the roads of lohim.

Before that, Louis had secretly dealt with the stains on his shoes. He wouldn't want to be cut because of such a thing.

It was only when he reached the road leading to his abode did he breathe a slight sigh of relief. Then, he quickly increased his pace and ran into his worn down shack.

Obviously, he slowly opened the doors in hopes of not waking the rats.

He lay down on the tattered sofa, looked out the window at the moonlight that was enveloped by the thick dark clouds, and gradually calmed down.

After returning to his adobe, Louis felt like he was probably in the safest place their was far him. His mental state was slightly in disarray due to the constant events thrown at him.

_I guess am still pretty weak minded, hopefully mystical powers can fix that._ Louis strained himself but managed to sit upright, he was ready to assimilate the information given to him.

Based on what he understood, true power could only be obtained by humans through the boon system.

Boons were fundamentally named cultivation manuals bestowed by a deity, with its contents promising supernatural powers if followed in accordance.

Boons themselves have a sequence of generation levels, that the beholder advances the more they cultivate. There is a significant increase in power in each generation, with the starting and lowest generation being 1 and the highest being 9.

An individual who cultivates a boon is regarded as a beholder, and are stuck with that boon and can never switch or obtain another, as such choosing a boon is regarded as a necessary and critical stage of every beholders life-as it practically dictated who your friends and enemies would be.

Each boon belonged to a specific channel, which corresponds to the deity of which bestowed it, but that does not mean that their is an infinite amount of boons- in the known world their exist a total of 100 standard boons and 12 channels, with each containing varying powers and domain specialties.

_thats interesting_ Louis muttered to himself, _Boons are given by the deities in form of manuals, also their are also dangers to cultivating a boon. Being one, the risk of losing your humanity, getting consumed by the boon, crystalizing, and separation... Hmm, their are quite a lot of negatives.._ Louis pondered for a moment before continuing,

Also each boon, would issue out a test in each generation known as Tribulations, with the penalty being one of the four risks of cultivation.

"Yikes.. talk about unnecessary drama" Louis rubbed his temples, an attempt to relieve himself of the splitting headache which suddenly came over him.

"Is this what Miss pisces meant by not learning to much in one day, am I already being infected?... It would seem that for the foreseeable future, I would really have to build resistance to this things. My goal would be to improve myself to handle the strain of learning.

Among the information she gave, their isn't any mention of any boon name or cultivation manual, maybe they will be in the book? Does that mean I have to sleep to get it?.. well well, that's killing two birds with one stone... Hmm, if the boons are bestowed by the deities, I wonder what sort of boons the radiant sun bestowed.. maybe one of them is called something like a Sun Bishop" instantly Louis felt his mind buzz, as the headache suddenly intensified.

_Nope,not today. Am going to bed_ like a piece of rag, Louis fell on his sofa,  sleep instantly taking hold of him.

.....

A dark mansion stood high under the silver moonlight, it's visage like that of a hunted house.

This was el'costa, the house of the tycoon, Eric lock, who happened to be father to Wednesday lock.

"Why are you here?" Wednesday dressed in a black nightie spoke, her voice cold as ice.

Standing before her an old man with wrinkles on his face and a gray mustache adorning his lips, his bald head shimmered and seemed to reflect the light from the gas lamps.

The butler of the locks, Adams fall, stood poised, his eyes glancing at the black covered book held in Wednesday's hands, "I just returned from your father's study, he would prefer you don't speak thorin for a good while.. he fears something might be attracted to you who speak a dead language"

"Dead? I wonder what he thought, when he forced me to learn it in the first place" Wednesday spoke passively, as if uninterested in whatever her father had to say.

Adams didn't delegate over his words as he replied, "Lady, You should know of the Aurora family, and the might they hold. Over the years, we have had many scuffles with them, if they happen to know that the next heir to the lock family goes around speaking thorin, imagine what damage that would have"

" Am tired Adam, as for the aurora family? Father made sure to not let such things happen, right?" Wednesday spoke passively.

" Yes my lady. But you never know, it is better to be cautious.. but soon, such things will be of the past. After "it" is completed, you will have nothing to fear"

Wednesday remained quiet, her eyes glancing at the butler who seemed to be lost in excitement, _of course, with my death what would I have to fear?_ she muttered silently.

....

Standing above an iron floating ship, dressed in black robes and an iron crown atop his head, a smile curled up on Louis face as the familiar sound of booms and gun fire echoed through the air.

_Now where is that book_ Louis thought.

As if answering to his thoughts, a dark blue covered book appeared out of thin air, floating silently before him.

"So that's how you work? I think it and you come.. that's pretty efficient."

Louis hands rubbed around the book, curiosity propelling him to take a look at its pages, but he quickly reined in those thoughts, "wouldn't want to wake up with some extra limbs" he mused.

With the book in hand, Louis looked down at the violence below, _Miss pisces did say something about the tree leafs, perhaps the more it touches me the more stronger I get? Or perhaps I gain control over this place once it touches me enough_ Louis suddenly felt like his choice of words was strange, "touch me? Nobody is touching me. My body is the temple of God" Louis lips curled up, with a silent kickoff he sent diving into the ground.

Bam!