Crazy Baby's
Pseudo
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Pseudo or pseudo.
This room is formed when the symbol of punishment in the form of mind control is attached to someone who is considered to violate certain boundaries in the family; as the name suggests this room is intended to punish, to punish, torturing or digging into someone's information deeply. Any party cannot intrude or break in, for the highest power in the room is held by the symbol-maker himself; without his permission or command, breathing can be more difficult than you can imagine.
Unlike the dimensional space, the pseudo space only carried a soul and then refined it. Although sometimes it feels unreal but actually the body of the soul trapped in the pseudo-space will experience health problems periodically, depending on how long he was trapped there.
The longer it is trapped, the more it will disintegrate over time and may end in death itself.
Even if he managed to get out of the pseudo-space and regardless of the mind control symbol, his soul was also not necessarily 'alright'—again it depends on what experience he got while in that terrible room.
In short, it would still end in death as well.
Haha |
"Thinking of Davian's way out?" the grandfather said in question; managed to attract full awareness Davian of reality. The hazel man took an interest in his grandfather again.
Davian took a deep breath.
"Not grandpa." he said he chose the option. Grandpa Davian really salute, Davian could be this calm at his current state! Not as usual. Making the old man try to hold his foot in the corner of his eye.
Is the grandson grown up? If so, he would be truly grateful.
Hah~
So then?
Grandpa Davian frowned, his hands raised— suddenly felt dizzy. Davian just silently watched carefully.
"Can you tell me, what's going on in Davian?" asked the old man with a bead that was so similar to the one belonging to the young man in front of him. Davian digested every word that his grandfather had just said specifically for him.
Actually does?
Real events.
"Hm," Davian cleared his throat for a while before starting his one-sided talks. He knew that his grandfather only wanted to be a listener.
"I'm sure grandfather can guess half of it, I was trying to open the bond separation ritual with Reva and then suddenly the lantern-carrying figure that I believe is the embodiment of Gabriel just appeared. He messed up all the rituals and took all the oxygen around me, I thought it would be the death of—" Davian paused.
Grandpa Davian was really a good listener and just did his job of listening, he didn't comment. His lips even created a single straight line without any gaps.
"Then I felt the existence of the form of Reva that just disappeared; disappeared. Everything went fast and messy. Crazy things start to take hold of the brain and lust controls every cell in the body" he said, staring at the clenched hand.
At the heart of the matter, Grandpa Davian understood but the awkward thing still hung in the old man's mind.
"What's the reason you want to get divorced with Nak Reva?"
The deg!
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