Chasing Elysian

50. Pocket Dimension (II)

( I I - Little Red )

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R O S A N N A' S   P. O. V:

My heart was beating furiously with nervousness and fear. Kairos had not explained anything, anything about the Pocket Dimension save for general knowledge. According to him, we would receive all the necessary information once we arrive in the dimension. But that didn't ease my nerves!

I was tense, fingertips cold and legs numb from standing still. The uncertain emotions from the group wafted in the air, and assaulted my mind with pressure. I could feel the tension and that added to mine. Not including my max level overthinking skill that was on a whole new level.

“At the count of five,” Kairos' gaze swept across our gathering. “All students should press the green button on their Activation Choker.”

The Activation Choker is an equipment that enables one to transverse into a Pocket Dimension. Albeit, not just any Pocket Dimension. Activation Chokers are fixed mediums of transportation, designed for particular dimensions.

And each students had the choker clasped around our necks, in preparation to the incoming test.

“Ready?” Kairos raised his hand in the air, fingers spread.

The students echoed a sound of courage, fear and agreement. And I was deep in my thoughts, Kairos' words replaying in my head, partially listening to the words being said.

'Pocket Dimensions are merely 'dead' apocalyptic worlds stuck in a time loop. For every foreign individual that enters, they walk into the cyclical time frame of that Dimension.'

“5....” The countdown began. Kairos folded one of his finger, four in the air.

'The world is 'alive' but dead in a sense whereby it's life structure has been corroded by Dark Matter. And thus cannot escape the Apocalyptic setting, forever a doomsday ground. No revival is possible. Only total destruction.’

“4....”

'The original habitants of a Pocket Dimension are trapped in a never ending cycle. But foreign individuals are not bound completely by this cycle. Dark Matter is bound by universal laws itself-- the founding regulation of the universe, so it's influence on strangers is limited.’

“3....”

'The Universal Laws provides an exit for foreigners in a Pocket Dimension. But Dark Matter's influence creates a sick game for everyone that wishes to exit-- because, you are trespassing on it's territory.’

“2....”

'Remember, you can leave but you must live to be able to exit such territory. Fear is a captive! The things you see, although live, are in a truer sense-- dead. The inhabitants are now puppets 'living' in a repeated scene. Don't invest unnecessary emotions to dead things. Fight with courage and your chances of survival are increased by a larger margin. Be brave.’

“1!” ‘I can do this!’ The activation choker was enabled. My finger pressed tightly on the green button fixed upon the pendant.

I felt the nauseous sensation of space time teleportation once more. But an even more awful experience, and my vision turned black.

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Sunlight peeked through the open windows, and the rays were rather scorching than warm. The blinding light had me blinking repeatedly, to adjust my vision to accommodate it's force.

I found myself in an unfamiliar surrounding, but before I could analyze my situation, and figure where I was, a blank image was set before my eyes. The image was the size of a small PC screen, black colored.

And words in red letters slowly appeared on it's form. As though a person was typing on a keyboard, the words were gradually being completed to create sentences.

[Welcome! To the 107th Doomsday Dimension. Daa Ther greets you with delight! Foreigner 07Xg993cf, please wait for your details to be Analyzed by the World System.]

Three seconds passed by in stifling slience. The ache in my bones from lying on the hard ground, was something that made me unable to pass this off as a much preferred lucid dream.

‘Some scenarios were better off dreams than reality. But alas... I'm in a Pocket Dimension and it's reality.’

I laid on the cold floor with patience-- or more accurately, fear paralysis. Mind going blank, I stared unblinkingly at the image for a long time, before my eyes grew irritated and I had to shut them.

No sooner had my impatience stirred up, the red words erased by itself and new words appeared on the screen.

[Name: Rosanna Graymond.

Character Name: Little Red.

Identity: Grandma Irene's grandkid, friends with Isolade.

Title: Scavenger.

Main Quest: Keep Isolade alive until the Third Epoch.

Side Quest 1: Survive the Third Epoch.

Side Quest 2: Kill Grandma Irene.

Hidden Quest(s): Locked.

Goodluck, Foreigner!]

Suddenly, I was assaulted with a large amount of information and data the moment I finished reading the red letters. Unknown memories that belonged to the predecessor of the body I occupied, drafted into my head at alarming speed.

The pain in my head was negligible to the real focus of the situation. Because from the information I received, I processed several errors. I squeezed my eyes shut, teeth biting my lower lip harshly as my thoughts went into haywire.

‘Little Red is a ten years old. I'm in a kid's body! And I live in a deranged community! Momma!’

“Mummy....” I moaned in distress, the innate urge to call your comforter in a time of distress was never as strong as now. But even my moment of grief was interrupted by a stranger's voice.

A/N

Short update, yes. And it'll stay that way for a duration of time....

Sorry (╯︵╰,) but Author is lazily moving onwards with little encouragement.

Anyways, the short chapters are necessary for reasons unknown. Mwahaha- was the evil laugh necessary?

All the best!
-Littlegod ♡