Summoner: The Book of Dimension

87 Gather Them In A Dream

As someone who could easily understand someone’s situation, Peter understood that they joined the Dark Abyss Regiment because they felt hopeless and depressed about the world.

However, if they were into some evil things, such as making human sacrifices for something literally selfish reason to gain forbidden power, that was different. And now they held him captive in a place he had no idea of.

On the tenth day, as usual, he was fed only once, and the four large guards entered his room. He couldn’t find anything that could be their great weakness, but maybe he would figure out how to kill them in their dreams, too.

“Congrats, boy. You’ve lasted until the tenth day,” one of them said. It was weird to Peter because the words sounded sincere. “I should tell you when Victor says you’re going to die even if you tell everything or not. You’re going to die,” he said. “And it’s going to be painful. You’ll probably die tomorrow.”

Peter only scoffed by hearing that. It was unfair. Killing them in their dream meant they would be killed without pain. And now they were telling him that he would die painfully. Now, that was just another reason why he should kill them before they kill him.

“I’m excited,” Peter sarcastically said as he was being dragged outside the cell.

When he was there, everyone was in their seats. He recently noticed that they had this clock, and he assumed that it was what they based on to tell what time it would be on earth, specifically in Chicago. It said that it was 1:46, which was obviously in the afternoon because they never took him out late at night.

“What will you tell us on your last day?” Victor asked with anticipation.

Peter grinned. He was planning to tell them one mantra. Although they wouldn’t be able to summon without the book, maybe it was one last gift he could give them before he would kill them in their dream. Besides, he would give them a mantra for something that could put not much use to them.

A green goblin, specifically.

“I’m going to give you an example of a mantra,” Peter said, entertaining them with his enthusiastic grin.

Everybody looked at each other. “What mantra is it for?”

“You’ve probably heard of a goblin. I’ll give you a mantra you can use to summon a goblin. A goblin that you could slave on,” Peter said, the last sentence worked like a magic spell.

Victor nodded to the other members then looked at Peter. “Tell us,” he demanded.

“I don’t know if you can summon without the book, but it’s worth trying. I learned about summoning that you need a lot of sleep to restore your spiritual power. Because as the day goes on, it drains out, and the only way to restore it is to have a long and deep sleep,” he said. He didn’t know if it would work, but it was bait so everyone would be present in the dream space.

Victor looked at him suspiciously, but he acted innocent. “What? Do you doubt me? If you don’t trust me, lock me up with how many locks you can lock me with, and if it doesn’t work, kill me tomorrow. I’ve been here for ten days. If I had the chance to escape, I should’ve done it since day one or two,” Peter convinced them, pretending to sound miserable. “If only my friends found me,” he sighed, pretending he lost his hope.

“Whatever. Tell us the mantra whether the mantra works or not. Whether you tell us everything or not, you’ll still die tomorrow,” Victor said, almost repeating the one the large guy said earlier. Peter glanced up at that guy, and he only saw him grin at him as if telling him, “I told you.”

“The minor creature from the world of Filasso; Monstrous creature of grotesque and pure mischief. I laid this precious thing for you; you must abide by me. In my name, insert your name, I command you to appear in this world!” Peter said in English, with diction as if he was the one summoning. He won’t summon anything since he didn’t have the book or a summoning circle. Besides, “What I said was in English. You have to translate that to Orrinatta language,” he said.

One of the members stood up and took a piece of paper with a small piece of coal from one of the torches burnt wood. He gave it to Peter. “Write it here. We can’t possibly memorize it in one listening,” he said.

Peter nodded. “Yeah, sure. I’ll write it in Orrinatta language for you,” he shrugged and started writing.

Then he heard the others murmuring. “Do you really believe this guy?” one of them asked Victor. Peter was just thankful that he could still hear that.

“Don’t worry. He won’t be able to escape. While we sleep later tonight, the four guardsmen will be looking after his door,” Victor said. “We’ll test what this guy is talking about. If we successfully summoned and find out that we could summon without the book, we’ll keep him for a while to write us a few more mantras. If it doesn’t work, we’ll kill him omelet style.”

Peter didn’t want to know what he meant by that, but he was sure that it was not as appetizing as the omelet he thought about. He didn’t want to know what he meant by that, either. But he felt bad. He was confident that they wouldn’t even test if the mantra would work without the book. And it would be a shame that he won’t be able to see their disappointment because it wouldn’t work anyway.

“Done,” Peter said and sighed, pushing the paper across the table with his wrists tied together. These days, he had been getting better at acting all hopeless. Which paid him off because he would make sure the ending for him would be a good one.

“Tell us more about the book,” Victor said.

“There’s nothing left for me to tell you. If the mantra to summon goblin works, I’ll tell you more mantras. You’ll kill me if it doesn’t work, but if it works, you must keep me alive,” Peter said. He intended to say it to make sure that they would be assured that he meant no harm.

Everybody was looking at Peter. Victor nodded and made his famous hand gesture to dismiss Peter. “Get him back to the cell. We have some matters to take care of. We’ll sleep early tonight to restore our energy and see if it works,” he said and looked at Peter. “Young boy, this summoning we’ll be doing will determine if you are to be kept alive or you’ll be killed, understand. Prepare yourself,” he reminded peter firmly.

Peter nodded obediently. “Thank you,” he said as he meant it. Well, he was thankful that they bought that trap.

Now, he just had to wait for the night to come.

And the night came.

Peter heard footsteps coming to his door, and he saw a pair of eyes staring through the hole. He had been lying on the end of the room, and he was sure that the guardsmen couldn’t see his face because he heard them say, “He’s asleep.”

“He has always been sleeping. Good for him. Before I die, I also wanted to have a long sleep,” one of them conversed. There was a chuckle.

“The bosses are sleeping. We could also sleep since this guy won’t even try to leave the room,” another one said.

“Yeah, he’s actually unique. His life must be so bad that he’s not even trying to escape,” another one said.

“Probably worse than ours,”

Peter almost laughed at that. If they only knew. He was glad that the four would sleep. That would complete the party. Finally, his awaited escape was about to happen.

He waited when everyone was quiet before he slept. When he arrived at the dream space, he saw all the dream orbs there, but so far, only six of them had scenes going on, which meant that the others were not sleeping yet.

He waited for almost an hour until everyone was dreaming. To his delight, the four guardsmen were really sleeping.

He didn’t waste time. He created an empty plane where he could plot scenes where he could kill all of them, based on their weakness. He created a monstrous slayer for the four guardsmen who would cut them with a saw—a psychopath versus four psychopaths.

Then, he continued with a dreamlord skill he recently learned: blending his dream with other people’s dreams. This time, he blended their dreams to the empty plane he just created.

To make it happen, he had to plot a scenario that would connect their dreams to his. The trick he used was a goblin who would take them to his dream.

He kept the dream divided into different scenarios, based on their weaknesses.

His first target was the four guardsmen.

They were in a maze, where the psychopath would go. Peter was watching as the host of the dream and keeping his identity hidden. He kept himself invisible.

“Let’s start the fun,” Peter said and snapped, making a man bigger than any of the four guardsmen, following them behind with a saw.