Free Web NovelChapter 115: Heaven’s Chosens
The celebration lasted deep into the night.
By the time Clay finally returned to his room, the streets of the border town were still filled with laughter. Music drifted through the air. Guards were drinking with workers. Even Borzoi’s loud voice could still occasionally be heard from somewhere in the distance.
It should have made him happy.
It should have helped him relax.
Yet for some reason—
The moment he entered his room, a strange heaviness settled over him.
Clay frowned.
"...Why do I feel tired all of a sudden?"
Not physically.
Something else.
Something he could not describe.
It felt as though an invisible pressure was sitting on his shoulders.
His mood suddenly became worse.
The feeling was irrational.
Nothing had happened.
The main character was dead.
The system said he was safe.
The town was peaceful.
Everything should have been perfect.
And yet—
The strange feeling refused to leave.
Maybe I’m overthinking again.
That was the explanation he eventually settled on.
After all, overthinking had practically become one of his talents.
He changed into more comfortable clothing, threw himself onto the bed, and closed his eyes.
Within moments—
Darkness swallowed him.
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A dream appeared.
At first—
Clay merely saw a village.
A small village.
Simple homes.
Simple people.
Children running through dirt roads.
Farmers working under the sun.
Nothing remarkable.
Nothing important.
Then—
The sky turned red.
A deafening roar shook the world.
The ground trembled violently.
The villagers panicked.
Mothers screamed.
Children cried.
Men grabbed weapons.
And then—
The beasts came.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
An endless tide.
Massive claws.
Monstrous jaws.
Towering creatures covered in strange mutations.
The village disappeared within minutes.
Blood covered the ground.
Fire consumed the homes.
Bodies littered the streets.
And among the survivors—
A young man knelt in the middle of the destruction.
His face was covered in dirt and blood.
Around him lay his father.
His mother.
His brothers.
His sisters.
Dead.
Every single one.
The young man stared blankly at the corpses.
For a long time, he said nothing.
Then slowly—
His hands clenched.
Tighter.
And tighter.
Until blood began dripping from his palms.
"I swear..."
His voice trembled.
"I swear..."
The young man looked toward the burning sky.
Tears streamed down his face.
Yet his eyes contained only hatred.
"I will kill whoever caused this."
"I don’t care who they are."
"I don’t care how powerful they are."
"I will kill them."
The moment those words left his mouth—
The heavens split apart.
A massive golden halo descended from above.
Divine light illuminated the ruined village.
The young man froze.
Then—
A gigantic figure appeared within the sky.
Its body seemed larger than mountains.
Its eyes resembled stars.
Its voice shook the world.
"You have been chosen."
The young man trembled.
"What...?"
The divine being looked down upon him.
"You shall become one of destiny’s champions."
"You shall correct the calamity."
"You shall bring judgment."
The halo descended.
And entered his body.
Immediately—
Golden light erupted from every pore.
His injuries vanished.
His aura exploded upward.
The dream shook.
Then suddenly—
The scene changed.
Another place.
Another survivor.
This time—
A young woman.
She stood atop a mountain of corpses.
Everything around her had been destroyed.
An entire city reduced to ruins.
The bodies of countless civilians lay beneath her feet.
She was crying.
Yet her eyes were cold.
Very cold.
"They took everything from me."
The woman slowly raised her sword.
"If there is truly someone behind this..."
"...then I will cut them down."
The sky opened once more.
Another halo descended.
Another divine figure appeared.
Another chosen one was born.
The dream changed again.
And again.
And again.
A crippled survivor.
A wandering orphan.
A former knight.
A blind girl.
A young beast hunter.
Each one had lost something.
Each one carried hatred.
Each one had survived the beast calamities.
And every single one made the same vow.
Find the culprit.
Kill the culprit.
Destroy the culprit.
One after another—
Halos descended.
Divine blessings appeared.
Ancient inheritances awakened.
Power flooded into them.
The chosen ones continued increasing.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
And then—
The sixth. freewёbnoνel.com
Suddenly—
Clay felt something.
A strange awareness.
The dream became clearer.
Much clearer.
He was no longer merely watching.
He was almost present.
Almost conscious.
His eyes widened.
What...?
The sixth chosen one stood before a divine figure.
The young man’s village had been destroyed by evolved beasts.
His entire clan had died protecting civilians.
Only he survived.
And now—
A halo floated above his head.
The divine being spoke.
"You have been chosen."
The young man slowly nodded.
Then his expression became hateful.
"I will kill whoever caused the beast calamities."
The moment Clay heard those words—
His heart skipped a beat.
The dream continued.
Seventh.
Eighth.
Ninth.
Every single one.
The same story.
Different faces.
Different tragedies.
Yet the same conclusion.
The same hatred.
The same objective.
And as Clay watched—
A terrifying realization slowly formed.
His face became pale.
Wait...
No way.
No no no no no.
The more he listened—
The more certain he became.
Every one of them hated the person responsible for the beast disasters.
Every one of them wanted revenge.
Every one of them wanted blood.
And for some reason—
Clay instinctively knew how this would end.
The moment they started investigating.
The moment they followed rumors.
The moment they followed whispers.
The moment they followed fate—
Their fingers would point toward him.
Toward Clay Valmont.
His scalp tingled.
His entire body felt cold.
The dream continued unfolding before him.
Yet Clay no longer cared about the details.
Because a horrifying thought echoed inside his mind.
They’re going to blame me.
The sixth chosen one.
The seventh.
The eighth.
The ninth.
Every single one.
And somehow—
Clay knew there were still more coming.
The realization made his stomach drop.
And within the dream—
As another halo began descending from the heavens—
Clay slowly became aware that whatever was happening—
It was going to become his problem.
Clay abruptly opened his eyes.
His breathing was slightly uneven.
The room was dark.
Quiet.
Only the faint sound of the night wind could be heard outside the mansion.
For several moments, he simply stared at the ceiling.
Then—
"...Hah."
A laugh escaped him.
A helpless laugh.
He slowly rubbed his face.
"What kind of ridiculous dream was that?"
Six chosen ones.
Six future heroes.
Six people who wanted revenge against whoever caused the beast calamities.
The more he thought about it—
The more absurd it sounded.
Eventually, he sat up.
"No."
"That’s impossible."
He immediately dismissed it.
After all—
The world already had one main character.
And that main character was already dead.
Having another one appear was already strange enough.
But six?
Six main characters?
And all of them somehow hunting him?
That sounded like the kind of nonsense that even fate itself would find excessive.
Clay shook his head.
"Definitely a dream."
Then he crossed his arms.
"Besides."
"Even if six appeared..."
"Why would they all go after me?"
His expression became increasingly confident.
He quickly began listing reasons.
"I didn’t release the beasts."
"I didn’t create the calamity."
"I didn’t attack their villages."
"I didn’t destroy their kingdoms."
He nodded repeatedly.
"Exactly."
"They have no reason to target me."
The more he talked—
The more convinced he became.
Soon, the remaining nervousness completely disappeared.
Then he lay back down again.
"See?"
"Overthinking."
"Again."
He pulled the blanket slightly higher.
Closed his eyes.
And returned to sleep.
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...
...
Darkness returned.
Yet this time—
The dream appeared immediately.
There was no transition.
No gradual change.
One moment he was asleep.
The next—
He found himself standing in the middle of an endless white space.
Clay frowned.
Again?
Then suddenly—
A figure appeared.
A young woman.
Her entire body was covered in scars.
She stood alone before a sea of graves.
Countless tombstones stretched endlessly into the distance.
A cold wind blew through the cemetery.
The woman slowly knelt.
Her fingers touched one of the graves.
Then another.
Then another.
Every single grave belonged to someone she once knew.
Family.
Friends.
Teachers.
Companions.
Everyone.
Gone.
A voice echoed above.
"Will you accept destiny?"
The woman slowly raised her head.
Her eyes were filled with hatred.
"Yes."
The heavens opened.
A brilliant halo descended.
Divine power erupted.
The seventh chosen one was born.
The scene shattered instantly.
Then another appeared.
A young swordsman stood atop a ruined fortress.
Bodies covered the battlefield.
The banners of his kingdom burned in the distance.
The beasts had won.
Everything he swore to protect had disappeared.
The young man slowly gripped his sword.
His knuckles turned white.
Then he spoke.
"I will kill whoever caused this."
A golden pillar of light descended from the heavens.
The eighth chosen one.
The dream changed again.
A blind boy stood alone within a destroyed city.
His family had hidden him beneath rubble while they fought outside.
When he finally escaped—
Everyone was already dead.
His eyes could not see.
Yet somehow—
He stared directly upward.
As if looking at something beyond the sky itself.
"I accept."
Another halo descended.
The ninth chosen one.
Clay’s face slowly became pale.
This was no longer funny.
No longer absurd.
Everything felt too detailed.
Too real.
Too vivid.
He could feel emotions.
Hatred.
Pain.
Grief.
Determination.
It was as if he were experiencing fragments of their lives directly.
Then—
The final scene appeared.
A boy.
Young.
Perhaps younger than all the others.
He stood alone in a forest.
The surrounding trees had been flattened.
Massive claw marks covered the ground.
Blood stained the earth.
His village no longer existed.
Only ruins remained.
The boy looked exhausted.
Broken.
Empty.
Then—
A voice spoke from the heavens.
"Will you accept destiny?"
For a long time—
The boy remained silent.
Then finally—
He answered.
"Yes."
The sky split apart.
The largest halo yet descended from above.
Golden light swallowed the world.
Ancient laws trembled.
The very air screamed.
And then—
The tenth chosen one was born.
At that exact moment—
Clay felt his heart sink.
Because he suddenly understood something.
The previous dream might have been dismissed.
This one could not.
Everything felt too complete.
Too organized.
Too connected.
As though some invisible force was gathering these people together.
One after another.
One after another.
One after another.
And every single one shared the same origin.
The beast calamities.
The evolved monsters.
The destruction spreading across the continent.
Then—
The dream began breaking apart.
The white world cracked.
The chosen ones vanished.
The halos disappeared.
Reality itself started collapsing.
And within that collapsing dream—
Clay finally became fully aware.
Completely aware.
Aware enough to think.
Aware enough to question.
Aware enough to feel fear.
His expression became ugly.
Very ugly.
No.
Something is wrong.
This isn’t normal.
The dream continued falling apart around him.
The chosen ones disappeared one by one.
Yet their hatred remained.
Their determination remained.
Their vows remained.
And somehow—
Clay had a terrible feeling that one day—
All ten of them would arrive before him.
The realization sent chills through his entire body.
Then suddenly—
The dream completely shattered.
Darkness swallowed everything.
And within that darkness—
Clay’s voice echoed.
"System..."
For the first time in a long while—
His voice sounded genuinely uneasy.
"System..."
"...what’s going on with my dream?"
