Storyverse

Chapter 9: The Plan

A lot of time passed by. At least it passed by in this place. As Kai assured, in the world of main story, time does not move now. The very first Clain did not talk about the structure of reality anymore, although it was obvious that he knew way more than what he already explained to Oliver. Oliver has already lost track of time due to constant training. However, results were right here. Not only did he learn to wield a sword better, and such, could use weapons outside of usual telekinesis shooting, but he was also able to gain control over his Emotional Turbulence – Clain could activate and deactivate it as he wanted, while controlling himself in that state. Oliver didn't sleep, eat or drink. Of course, considering that there is no metabolism in his body, because he is a soul attached to a corpse, he does not need it, but even if he were a normal human, there was no need for such needs in Kai's pocket dimension.

–Well, I think you're almost ready to carry out the plan... we just need to do the one last training session, – said Kai, looking at Oliver without coldness in his eyes for the first time.

–What, another one?

–Well, it will be completely different. Before this, we increased your combat skills, and now it's time to learn how to work with Narrative.

–Narrative?

–Yes. Well, you know, story, characters, reality, text... everything you can and cannot imagine is a part of the Narrative. If you want to significantly influence the world, and potentially change the way everything is, you need to be able to change the Narrative... or at least be able not to die from those who are capable of it. Sit down.

Kai sat down on the floor, on this ice, which is colder than absolute zero. Oliver followed his example, but for such a long time he got used to the cold and almost did not feel it, like any other temperature. Now he was immune to any kind of temperature... for better or worse.

–Imagine the world that surrounds you as a text... this can be difficult in the real time, so first imagine the events that happened to you before as such. Your whole journey... think of it as a book. Since you're Clain, you should be able to do this quite easily, most likely right away, on the first try. Most Clains could master it very easily.

"Imagine the events of the past... as a book?" Oliver closed his eyes, not thinking he could do it. He concentrated, lining up text in his mind describing the events of his little adventure. Kayen, Schrodinger, Shabby, Sean's madness, Necronomicon... Clain suddenly opened his eyes.

–I think I did it.

–Great. I told you it would be a piece of cake. Alright, if you had enough practice, you could change reality just by thinking about it... but we don't have much time to train it. Not because of some time limit, but because of my patience. So I'll only teach how to block others' control over the Narrative. Now I'll try something...

Oliver's right finger was torn off. He felt no pain.

–See? I wrote that your finger came off, and this happened. You need to develop immunity to the control of the Narrative. It won't stop likes of Gerda, but will work on this layer. Eventually, you will have to face the Necronomicon... you remember our plan, right?

–Yes I remember. But how can I do this?

By that time, the finger had already grown back.

–Hmm... that's a good question. Even the energy of Hate, which dispels everything that is considered magic in the Narrative, will not save you from someone changing the Narrative itself. As for me, I simply can do this, I didn't study this... hmm... let's do it this way. You will imagine that nothing bad is happening to you. Just consider yourself in a normal state. Ok?