Summoner: The Book of Dimension

9 True Nature Of Summoning

Each mantra written on the Book of Dimension are a generalized description of a group of creatures from a world. Given the situation, although the green goblin and the dream goblin had different classification, they were still part of the same creature group, which was goblins.

The mantra on the Book of Dimension wasn’t specific to which of the named creature should be summoned. The mantra of the creature couldn’t tell the behavior of the creature as well; whether it was harmful or not.

And since the dream goblin’s description fitted the description of the mantra Peter used, the dream goblin was summoned instead of just a normal green goblin.

In conclusion, every mantra could never be as exact. Any creature that could fit the mantra description could be summoned by the summoner.

Thus, when Peter used the same mantra as Zack, he resulted to summon the dream goblin.

Since the Book of Dimension was made out of general magic mantras in the ancient times, it wasn’t as high-tech as the computer and internet search engines nowadays, which could tell the exact result as one would search.

Besides, there were a lot of otherworldly creatures around the universe. Few volumes of books wouldn’t be enough to even list a small percentage of it. So for the book to be used in a wide range, the mantras were made to generally fit any creature that would fall under the mantra’s description.

This however, was the reason why summoning could lead to failure and danger.

“That’s how you summoned me,” Wiboe said after explaining everything to Peter.

Peter nodded in understanding. “Then why did you bring me here? In this dream?”

The goblin smiled and hopped off of the counter and gestured his hand. “Follow me.”

Peter, who was holding the gold in his palm, followed after the dream goblin. The dream goblin brought him to the living room which was now cleaned.

In the living room was full of food he’d ever wish for. It looked like a king’s buffet. Everything looked delicious and expensive foods. But he wasn’t a glutton type of person.

Wiboe wasn’t pleased by Peter’s bland reaction, so he proceeded with going on the bedroom. The door opened and what welcomed him was golds and gems and money piled until it could touch the ceiling. The bed was filled with gold bars and chunks of diamonds.

The goblin was doing something; trying something to work, like he wanted to keep Peter stuck in the dream. But Peter knew better.

“What are you trying to do?” Peter asked.

Wiboe didn’t say anything and when he snapped, they were in a wide grassland.

Suddenly, different obstacles started to rise from the ground. Each obstacle had different traps and these traps led to the different fatalities. The more Peter looked at it, the more anxious he had become.

“What is this? Why don’t you just let me go?” Peter asked.

The dream goblin laughed hard and shook his head. “It would’ve been easy if you accepted all of those things I offered you.”

Peter sighed and closed his eyes, losing his temper. “Then you shouldn’t have brought me in this dream!”

“You summoned me into the earth. People who summon me must come to a dream,” the goblin said.

“Just let me go,” Peter firmly warned. He was about to warn the goblin with the piece of gold, but it wasn’t in his hand anymore.

The dream goblin showed his small hand and in there was the piece of gold he was just holding a little while ago.

Peter couldn’t speak and he felt defeated. He realized that he wasn’t in control of the situation. He started to think about hearing out what the goblin wanted and hoped he could find a solution to his problem.

He was in a dream where he had no weapons or anything to help him in his defense. The only thing he had in his mind.

“What do you want from me?” Peter asked.

Whatever the dream goblin was up to, he had no choice but to just go with the flow and dodge the danger that would come his way.

The goblin said with a grin. “You just need to play.”

Peter didn’t speak as he was skeptical about what he would play. He looked at the obstacles there and wondered if the goblin was talking about the obstacle.

“What is this game?” Peter asked and added. “What game should I play?”

The goblin smiled. “I gave you a clue,” he only said.

Peter was skeptical. Would he trust this goblin in front of him? What if he was just bluffing, or he was just playing tricks on him? What if there was another enemy around and not actually the goblin in front of him?

“I don’t understand,” Peter said as he tried to think what the goblin was trying to say.

“If you play the game and won, I’ll give you an award to be a dream lord. If you lose in my game or you’re killed in the game, you’ll die physically and you’ll be a slave to a dream lord. Forever,” the dream goblin started.

Dream lord is a status in the dream space. Being entitled as the dream lord was power, as one could create and control your dream or other people’s dreams.

A dream lord could also enter into one’s dream to interrupt it. Or for secrecy, the dream lord could only spy into other people’s dreams.

The dream goblin interrupted his thoughts. “However, if you couldn’t play the game. If you win against me, you win nothing but you can stay alive. But if you lose against me, you’ll still die. Being a slave is not possible, but that’s up to me.”

“What do you think? Will you play?” The goblin asked. Peter stared at the goblin and noticed he just sounded like a bored wealthy man desperately looking for a company.

Somehow, he pitied the goblin.

Peter remained silent for a while. “Sure, let’s do this game of yours. What’s the game, anyway? Boardgame? Do we need to fight?”

“The game? You’ll figure out what is it. But I gave you a clue,” the dream goblin pointed at the obstacles. “Think carefully,” the goblin placed his index finger on his temple. “So, I’ll see you around,” he then disappeared out of Peter’s sight.

Peter was dumbfounded. He described the goblin as a weird fellow goblin, and it sure was a weird one but loved riddles.

Peter was neither good or bad at riddles. But if he could figure what the question was, that was the only time he could tell if he’s good or bad at it. Totally depend on his situation.

He looked around to think. He stayed there for a while and thought about what could be done and how would he know how to play the unknown game.

He tried to recall things.

This is a dream. The dream goblin was behind it. I was only told that if I win the game, I’ll live and get a reward. If I lose, I’ll die and be a dream lord’s slave. He shook his head. Dying sounds losing already.

He looked at the obstacles the dream goblin left. No matter how hard he tried to think he’ll do well at escaping those, he couldn’t help but think about all the danger the obstacles had. If he played those, he’d sure die one way or another.

He stayed there for the longest time. A sudden thought popped in his mind. What if the dream was the actual game and waking myself up is winning? He thought to himself.

When he had nightmares, he always tried to kill himself in the dream so he’d wake up. Maybe it was the answer? He thought.

Peter didn’t waste his time. He walked around to find something that he could use and kill himself in that dream.

There was nothing there but grassland.

He looked behind him and saw the villa. He could use something from the obstacle, but he thought using any of those was like using the obstacle. If he used the dream goblin’s tools there to kill himself, it was like being killed on the obstacle. Which meant, he lost the game.

He ran towards the villa in the dream and took a knife from the kitchen before he ran to the third floor.

There was no way to the rooftop, so he went to the access door and ascended to the attic, but the attic had no access to the rooftop.

He descended back to the third floor and walked to a room with a veranda. When he reached the room, he rushed to the veranda and climbed to the metal fence.

Securing the knife on the back of his pocket, he climbed to the edge of the rooftop with a grunt and climbed up there until he could finally see the rooftop.

After almost slipping on the metal fence, he finally got to the rooftop.

He stood over the edge and took the knife on the back pocket of his pants. He looked as his let wrist and closing his eyes, he slit the knife on his skin.

Definitely a dream. He thought because he couldn’t feel more than a faint ant bite.

With eyes still closed, he braced himself and jumped off the roof of the mansion to a three-floor drop.

Just once more, the darkness surrounded his world.