Origin Of Evil 87 Back Home

Fortunately, she quickly answered "Your equipment will stay in your room, don't worry no one can get in it."

As long as he could keep his equipment protected, Dorian didn't care about bringing it back home. Dorian reached his house, and saw people glance in his direction as he walked. But none dared to approach him.

Dorian got in his room, which looked like his own bedroom. He looked around a little, but there really wasn't much to do here.

In the end, Dorian headed to his bed and laid down. He was a little tired since he didn't get proper rest since the battle against Marcus, Lucie and all the Stingers, but he could cope with it until now since his attributes were so strong.

But just laying in this bed transformed his light exhaustion into an irresistible need of sleep. He felt like he was a normal person again and he hadn't slept for over two days.

Quickly his consciousness faded away as he drifted off to sleep…

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Dorian groaned, d.a.m.n alarm let me sleep some more. Then, the memories flooded his mind. He sat up abruptly, processing everything that happened. As his mind cleared, Dorian wondered whether what he went through was real or not?

Dorian tried to see his status, and it actually appeared before his eyes. Dorian suddenly started laughing. All this time, there had been that fear dwelling in the back of his mind that all of this was a dream or some kind of illusion. But now, he knew it was real!

Still, to be sure he tried to activate [Angel Wings] and looked in the mirror. He never got to see himself when he used the skill, but he really looked cool!

The magnificent white feathery wings reflected in the mirror, and gave him a holy feeling. Usually, when he used it with his robe and mask he must just look frightening as his Killing Aura often came along.

But now that his equipment was removed and he only had a boxer on, he really looked like an angel. He deactivated the skill and continued looking in the mirror. If everything from before wasn't enough to prove the existence of Dreamland, his body was.

The day before, on Earth, his body was slim and not really fit. But now, his body was packed with muscles. Fortunately his muscles weren't the bulging kind, they didn't make him bigger. Instead, they were compact, so except for his arms his silhouette didn't change much.

Adding in the fact that he liked his privacy and very rarely showed his body to anyone else, including his family, no one should see the change.

He picked some clothes and headed downstairs to his kitchen, while checking his phone. He noticed that he had actually only slept for 12 hours on Earth.

Thanks to his incredible Perception of 30, Dorian knew that everyone was still sleeping. It was Sat.u.r.day after all, there was no reason to get up so early. Now that he thought of it, Dorian looked at his phone. Why did it ring? He didn't remember setting up an alarm.

He looked through his alarms and concluded he had just mistakenly activated the alarm the day before. How dumb. He started toasting some bread and as he looked at his computer, he was tempted to search for paranormal events.

After all, he only saw them as fake things created for views, but what if they were actually created by other Dreamers? Also, who was the Emperor of the Hope Empire. Who on Earth could he be?

But in the end he refrained from doing any of this. Although the chances were slim, what if people used it to determine his real ident.i.ty in the future?

Right now it wouldn't have any effect, but what if someone has a divine ability that allows them to know where he approximately was living, then used his online searches to determine he was the Wolf? That was fare fetched, but Dorian would rather not take any risks. And he already knew about the existence of other Dreamers on Earth, he didn't really need to make a research.

Also, he began to ponder on what he could do about the danger he emitted? If he could feel the danger from others, the opposite should be true. And with how strong he had become, he had absolutely surpa.s.sed the level of any natural human. It shouldn't be much of a fetch to say that he was the strongest Evolver.

Just through his attributes he should be among the strongest, but adding in his [Angel Wings] and [G.o.d's Eye], there shouldn't be any Evolver capable of resisting.

But he was going off tracks. He needed to find a way to mask the danger he gave off. As he kept thinking he prepared his toasts and started watching the TV. According to what he was seeing, the world remained the s.h.i.+t place it was before.

Then, the anchor started speaking about a new video game that was about to be released, a fantasy themed RPG. Dorian smiled, his little sister would probably spend the next month streaming this game.

But as he watched the trailer, he remembered something. Lucie had successfully hidden the danger she gave off using magic, probably coating herself. And Charles had done the same, using Life Essence. Why wouldn't he be able to do the same.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on his Life Essence. He made his flow around his body, just lie when he used his ability [Holy Fire Manual]. Then, he tried to picture his Life Essence as a cloak that covered his whole body and stuck to his skin.

To do this he had to flow a part of his Life Essence to a part of his body, and the skin around that part would be coated by the cloak. It took him 5 minutes to cloak his entire body and cover his whole skin. Fortunately, when he did he received a notification.

[Evolver 'King' has created a new skill! Please name it.]

That was possible? That led to many possibilities. Dorian focused on the notification and gave the skill a name. The notification disappeared, and Dorian opened his status. Indeed, there was a new skill.

[Cloak: Use your Life Essence to hide your true strength. Costs 5 LE per hour.]

The price wasn't too expensive, he could hold on 30 hours, which was more than enough. The only problem was if he needed 5 minutes each time to activate it then it couldn't be used in extreme situations, he would need to prepare himself.

When the skill was activated he felt a little weird, as if he really had something stuck to his skin, but he could ignore it if needed. Still, he was in his house right now so he didn't need it. Taking it off, he chilled of in front of his TV.

Most people must be happy when they come back to Earth, thinking they have finally left that h.e.l.l hole of a Dreamland. Some may think that Dorian wouldn't be the same, but he actually was.

Although he liked Dreamland, and the fun and excitement that came with it, Earth felt good too. He discovered that what he felt as boring before, became calming now. He had lived almost three weeks in constant action, so some rest was good too.

About an hour later, as he was surfing the net on his computer, he heard a door being opened upstairs, as well as footsteps. He didn't need to look to know who that was. His Perception helped, but it mostly came from the 17 years they lived together.

Looking away from his computer he looked at his older sister walking down the stairs and said "Hey you."

Emily didn't expect her brother to be up, but she was still half asleep so she just groggily replied "Hey."