Summoner: The Book of Dimension

93 Ways To Collect Magic Books

As Peter wanted, Emma was punished. Breaking two of her fingers, draining her spiritual energy until she had passed out, and framing James as the one who did it to her instead of Peter; all of it sounded so cruel but Peter thought it was not enough to pay for all the things that happened. He wanted to hurt her more, but she didn’t want to be as cruel as anybody else.

He only wanted to relay a message to Emma through the things he had done, to tell her that he didn’t want her to meddle with him in any way or else she would face worse.

Peter went straight home and he saw Dorothy by her front yard, having his afternoon break. There were few biscuits in a tray on top of the front yard table, a coffee on a side while she was holding one of his newly published books. “Is it good?” he asked her.

She looked up in surprise. “Peter!” she closed her book and stood up to walk to him. She hugged him in her arms and smiled at him when she let go. “You’re back after almost one and a half-day,” she started and dragged him to the chair across the one she was sitting earlier. “I thought it would take you no less than three days,” she said.

He chuckled and took a biscuit before popping it in his mouth. “Well, it didn’t take me that much time to find Emma,” he said.

Dorothy nodded. “Did you fix your matters with her?” she asked in concern.

He nodded. “Yeah. I found out that she was the one who got Josh killed,” he said and sighed. “I warned her, though, and she seemed to understand what I meant,” he said.

“You didn’t hurt her, did you?” she asked. Peter stared at his girlfriend and smiled.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t kill her,” he said and decided to not go with the details. He knew that Dorothy didn’t like violence. “I just made sure she remembers that I am not the person she wants to meddle with,” he added.

Dorothy’s face told him she still didn’t like it. “Don’t worry, okay? It’s not like I cut her limbs or something,” he said and looked at the book she was holding. “So, how was the book?” he asked, changing the subject.

Dorothy beamed a smile. “It was great. I’m still half towards the ending, though. So far, it sounds engaging. I like that it was quite interactive,” she said.

Peter nodded. “Yeah. I thought it would be great if I do something different this time. Because as you can see, the books I’ve written are just, you know, things that are served already. They just have to read it and that’s it. This time, they would wonder about a lot of things, and they could somehow participate in the story.”

She nodded in understanding. Peter looked at his wristwatch. “I’ll go to the dream world for a while. Wanna come with me?” he asked but Dorothy only declined, pointing at the book. He smiled and ruffled her hair. “Okay. I’ll be there for a while,” he said and left her there.

Although they didn’t actually spend time together in the dream world, they still enjoy coming together—or sleeping together before they go on with their individual matters. He was thankful that she was understanding and being a dreamlord made her understand him. It was what made their relationship stronger. He couldn’t ask for more.

He went straight to sleep. He arrived at his dream and left for the dream space. Like any other time, there was barely anything else there. He could see a few dreamlords roaming there sometimes, but they were rare cases. They would also come from other places. At some point, some came from another country.

He looked at what looked like the sun there. The dream kingdom. He was planning to go there and get some magic books. Since he didn’t have any dreamlord candidates he could exchange or trade for magic books, he planned to ask Wiboe if there were other ways to get them.

He created a motorcycle that turbo could ascend him to the dream kingdom. Before he could even start the engine, someone spoke beside him.

“That’s new.”

Peter looked beside him and saw Wiboe. “Oh, hey, Wiboe,” he greeted the goblin in Orrinatta language and looked at the vehicle he created. “Yeah, I’m experimenting things,” he said. “Why are you down here?”

“I’m just here to collect some stuff,” he said and showed Peter two black dream orbs. “An old couple died,” he said. Peter nodded in surprise.

“Does it live around this neighborhood?” Peter asked. He had never heard someone died, though.

“No, I just happened to pass by,” Wiboe looked at his vehicle. “Are you coming to the dream kingdom?”

Peter nodded. “I was planning to ask you about some things, but you’re here.”

“I can’t entertain you here, I’m quite busy,” he said. “Wanna come by?” Wiboe asked and showed Peter the crystal orb that he used to quickly get back to the dream kingdom. “I’ll answer all your questions there,” he said while shrugging.

Peter nodded. “Sure,” he hopped off the motorcycle and made it disappear before he walked close to Wiboe.

Wiboe stepped closer to Peter and threw the crystal orb on the ground, making the same familiar smoke. Peter closed his eyes and coughed lightly. When he opened his eyes, they were in front of the gate of the dream kingdom, seeing the two stone monsters standing at each side, looking at them before opening the gate.

Peter followed Wiboe. “You guys should change that crystal orb. Can’t you think of anything else aside from smoke? It was quite suffocating,” he complained.

“You’re the only one who complained about that,” Wiboe said monotonously. “You’re just not used to it. And you’ll never be,” he said. “What’s your wondering questions, anyway?” he asked as they entered the main castle.

Peter walked beside Wiboe and matched his small yet quick steps. A moderate step of his foot would take Wiboe three steps, so he didn’t worry about being left by the goblin. “Oh, remember when I brought you a candidate and you made her a dreamlord?” Peter asked.

“Dorothy?” Wiboe asked without looking at him, turning to his right that led them to a hallway of rooms with busy goblins and other dreamlords, humans, and other fantastical creatures.

“Yeah, how do you know about her?” Peter was surprised.

“I don’t know her, I just remember her name,” Wiboe corrected him. “And what about her?”

“Oh, it’s just that, I got the magic books from you, by making her a dreamlord,” he started. “Is there any other way for me to get more magic books? I want to study more about them,” he said.

Wiboe glanced at him and entered a room. “There are some ways,” he said and when Peter entered the room as well, the room gave him a gloomy feeling. The room was full of shelves that had nothing but dark orbs. Wiboe gave the black orbs he had to a dreamlord who was half-wolf. “That’s GA2412 and GA2413,” he said to the half-wolf standing behind the counter.

Peter watched as the half-wolf placed the black orbs individually on a glass vacuum. They added to the shelves of black orbs. Peter just realized that the shelves had glasses that covered it so the orbs won’t fall.

Wiboe turned and glanced at Peter as he passed by him. “Two ways, actually,” he said. Peter looked at the half-wolf and followed Wiboe.

“Tell me about them. Are they difficult?” Peter asked as he followed Wiboe. This time, they were going out of the main castle of the dream kingdom. “Are they doable by a dreamlord or?” he added as his curiosity got the best of him.

Wiboe hummed. “I think you can do one of them since the other one is quite hard and dangerous,” he said. “The question is, are you ready to take any risk just for some book?”

Peter thought for a while. “Depends. If it’s hard for everyone but doable for me, then it’s worth a try. If it’s hard for everyone and hard for me, I won’t take the risk,” he explained.

Wiboe nodded. “Well, you decide. One way is hunting dream-admiring squids or octopus monsters. Go to the dream space or any place around the dream world and bring it to the dream kingdom. Let them go back to their lair by letting them close to that light,” Wiboe pointed at the bright light on top of the tower of the dream kingdom.

Peter grimaced. “That’s doable, but I’m kind of scared,” Peter chuckled. “What’s the other one?”

“Befriend other dreamlords. They probably have their copy of some magic books. You can borrow them. You do your way to borrow them,” Wiboe said. “Easy, right?”

Peter hummed and nodded. “Yeah, the last one sounded so easy,” he said.

He was not the type to befriend anyone like how Josh, Ray, or Zack would, but he could try. The hunting of the octopus monster sounded dangerous, remembering the last time he faced one of them. So he needed to consider that.

But Wiboe added something that made him a little skeptical. “But I can’t assure you that every dreamlord is nice. Some could kill you.”