Dreamers Of Aster

Dreamers Of Aster

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"The time is approaching. For the boy to become more than just a dreamer." It is the year 2100 on Planet Earth. Most people live in a highly advanced city known as Aster. Mackenzie Floyd wishes for more. He desperately wants to surpass his abilities as a Dreamer, a person who can see future events within his dreams. In doing so, he will then become a Watcher, those who see the future whenever they want, whether it be dream or when they are awake. But in order to do so, he must receive a very important vision; One that will require him to help a person that is in danger. Soon, he will learn the true purpose of his ability and how it will affect the fate of someone else...
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Humanity is gone. Or... close enough. I was an ordinary man in modern-day Korea-burnt out, neck-deep in overtime, and living vicariously through manhwa and anime about overpowered protagonists and magical worlds. I didn't expect that obsession to become my only point of reference when I opened my eyes again... not in a hospital, but in a world ravaged by time, monsters, and something worse. And I wasn't reincarnated as a hero. Not even a human. I am the land. A fragment of soil, buried beneath the ruins of a forgotten age. But I can grow. A strange system-silent and uncooperative-has latched onto my consciousness. No tutorials, no guiding voice. Just cryptic functions, vague permissions, and a sense that if I want answers, I'll have to earn them. Through experience. Through leveling.

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