A Coffee Hating Prophet

Coffee, Dates, and a Drop of Doom

A drop of blood-red suddenly appeared in the sky, as though an ancient stain was bleeding into the very heavens of Pangea. The usual calm and uniform azure sky, the serene backdrop for the vibrant landscapes of the supercontinent, was now introduced to chaos. As the drop bled into the sky, a rift following it tore across reality itself, and from it, an ominous energy which whispered about horrors of a war lost to history along with a soft hum which accompanied it, witnesses experiencing nothing if not nausea and disgust. For this tear in the fabric of reality was not a simple crack in space, but a rift to another dimension, one full of untold horrors and eldritch beings.

A pale young and skinny man jolted awake, The young man's oak-brown eyes were uneven, his breath ragged, and his sweat cold. Looking out the window, his oak brown eyes shone with a hint of gold, the world outside his window seemed unchanged, the early morning sun blinding Temp as it always did.

"Three nights in a row..."

The vision had been the same for three days now. Each time, he saw the world as it always had been, a unified landmass under the same sky, only to witness its ultimate destruction under armies of demons and their invasion.

Being a prophet, Temp knew his vision was likely true, but no other prophet had received such a revelation, nor had any diviner. He found the future he saw utterly absurd. What was the drop? What caused it? What ancient battle could have torn the sky apart and cracked reality itself? The idea seemed ridiculous – impossible, even. He pushed away any doubts about the event, convincing himself it was just a nightmare. After all, not every dream he had was prophetic; it was likely just a recurring bad dream. And with that, he returned to his normal everyday life. Checking his System, it read what it had always read:

Patron god : Time God

Unique ability: Time Skip [active] [the stronger your familiar, the stronger the Unique Ability)

→ Allows you to harness the power of your future self, granting a 5x stat boost for a period of time, every use makes you lose yourself

→ Grants prophetic visions from your future self when you sleep

Attributes:

Mark of Ascension [innate] (see details)

→ you have a slim chance of ascending to godhood!

Circles: 1

Familiar: Conceptual Dragon [infant] (see details) {Weak Frail Familiar}

→ Conditions to unlock concept (time) :

Complete a Trial

→ Conditions to Summon:

Mana

Sword School: Schwertwache [novice]

Losing himself to the power of his future self was as ominous as ever, but he was certain that he would never have to use his Unique Ability again as his career path involved nothing related to combat and instead prophetic visions, however ominous his previous nightmare may have been. Maybe his future self just went crazy after studying so hard in school and was hallucinating after an exhaustive all nighter he pulled, although that too was horrible.

After all, Pangea University was the most competitive school in the globe. Established by Archmage Merlin, with her infinite circle technique granting her infinite mana and having the precision to thread mana through think cracks in solid objects, and Hero Arthur, with his grandmastery over all three sword schools, Schwertwache, Kenjutsu, and Jian, founded the institute 1000 years ago as the first 2 principals and instructors after the Great War between the Elves, Dwarves and Humans.