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Author-Apologies for such a delay, personal matters. I hope you enjoy this chapter

DIMENSION 25983632.ZHE .3300-05-10. [local time 2016-11-12 19:55]

[PoV. Eric]

How did I get here in the first place? I don't know. The only thing I remember is that I was stabbed with a spear, fell into the Void and lost consciousness. But now, by some miracle, I am in some dark forest alive and well, not counting minor scratches and a bleeding puncture wound in my left side, of course.

Which changed the question to: What happened in the Void? 

I didn't have an answer to that question, and I didn't feel like looking for an answer now. After all, I'm alive, that's all that mattered, right? One shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, or something like that. Okay, no more wondering what and how. Time to get out of here.

I concentrated all the hume energy and tried to teleport, but all I got was that the space around me waved slightly and a few sparks appeared where I snapped my fingers. It looked like the amount of hume energy was too small in this world for interdimensional teleportation. 

Hmm, that could be a problem, let's see what we are dealing with. I focused my senses on sensing hume energy, there wasn't enough of it around for most interdimensional ways of translocation. 

There are hundreds of thousands of ways to travel between dimensions. But each of them can be signed as a subtype of one of the three main ones. Well there is another way that is not related to any of these three, but about that later. The main four are, teleportation, opening portals and blinking . Of course, they have some fancy scientific names that give me a headache and a whole lot of science that somehow makes sense, making this black magic work.

Shortening the way all three work: 

Teleportation is Instantaneous transfer of something/someone to a selected, known location, fixed and astronomical cost of hume energy, not dependent on the distance of teleportation. You can teleport something 3 cubic meters in size at most at once. 

Portals are literally stable gaps in time and space connecting two known places, needing a variable amount of hume energy depending on the size of the portal, the distance from each other and the time it is opened.

Blinking is like a combination of teleportation and opening portals, But with no safety features, the limitations of both and with a thousand times less energy consumption.

So there is no teleportation or opening portals, I am left with blinking, well, it could have been worse. Blinking is not as bad as it seems, the biggest danger is to be blended into something/someone and this can be avoided if everything is done correctly and accurately.

I began to gather hume energy, then stretched my hands out in front of me and tried to focus all the energy between my palms. It took some time and was extremely difficult, but I succeeded. Hovering between my hands was a small neon blue ball no bigger than a grape from which small electrical discharges were coming out.

It's not enough to go anywhere far away, but it's enough to go to a neighboring dimension, oh well at most I'll jump from dimension to dimension until I find a place with enough hume energy to travel anywhere I want.

But first , I need to find out where I am. How would I achieve this? All I would have to do is check my location relative to the nearest quantum relays and find out where I am as well as calculate the distance and location of the nearest dimension.

However, it turned out that my multiwatch did not work. The thing was not broken, I could still sense the connection to the device in my brain, it was rather turned off. Wasting no time I reactivated my multiwatch.

That was a mistake.

ERROR

4̸̧̜̦̥̮̩̂̉̈̏̇͑̏͆́͒̚͝ͅ9̷͚̯̙̑̊̔̇̌͐̋2̵͚͉̺̲͎̯̈̅͐̋̏͌̊̔̇͊͜͝ͅc̵͖̘̏̈́̈́̔2̴̧̛̳͇̟̩͙̘͊͂͒̉ͅ0̷̢̨̯͕͎̩̦͔̮͎̖͑̌͊̀͊̿͜7̶̢̹̣̱̮̱͕͍͇͐̎4̶͚̞̬͈͚̀̃̈́̋͘̕͜͝6̴͉̤́̋̑̈̋̐͊̓̔͒͛8̸͍̝̲͔̯̝̬͂͘6̴̧̯͓̲̘̫̯̑̐͗̏͊5̵͔̰̲͈̻͙̯̔̌ͅ2̶̡͚̣̯̝̬̇̅́̈́̐͘͘0̵̨͍̺̟͓̺̰̥͚̞̳̉̄̽̊̿̾̚͘͘͝6̸̢̹͍́̒̄̓̽̾̒̿̄͝f̶̧̡͍͎̖͉͖̭̞̙́̃͒̏̄̀̓̏͐͘̚͜6̵̧̭̲̽̍̌̀́̌͝ȩ̷̫̯͙͍̮̳̠͊̇͒̾̽̐͘̚͝͠6̶͉͖̫̩͗̄̈́̇̅͆ͅ5̷̧͉̥̪̩̰͖̟͝2̶͍̩̳̺̇͋͛̕͝͝0̴͎̾͒̆̋̉͋̀͑̽6̶̜̫̫̦͎͇̘͗͌͒̇̊̈͒̐̃͝f̵̛̻̗͚̬̦̳̦͓͈̬͌̇̈́͒̋̎̍ͅ6̸̳̪͚̦̗̫͙̋͌̒͜6̴̹̥͙̣̺̣̞̈́̄̾̀̿͌̎̌̒͜͝2̸̢̗̘̻̯̤̖̞̾̓̓̐͛̅̃̌̕͘ͅ0̵͕͇͎̣̙̪͗̀̎̌̃̀̽̍͊͒͝7̴̨̮̻̜̹̯͓͗̈́̐̔̒̅͜4̵̡̢̡̞͔̖̥͈̰͈͈̟̒̈́̈́6̵̼̞̓͋̈́́̀̅̎͝8̷̫͙̞̪̻̼̔͂̍̇̉͝6̶̭̺̫̻̙͉̼̳̭̼͓̙͆́͝5̸̧͉̝͇̻͕̳̙̜͔̩̟̇͌̅́2̷͎̫̳̲̰͒̑̿͌̂0̵̝̜̻̱̹̄͆̓̽̀́̈́̈̾̓ͅ6̸̻̗͕̆͛͛̕3̸̧̛͇͈͕͓̼̽̌̒͊̾̎͂̉́̄̄͜7̷͚̜̘̯͕͈̻͈̈̈́̀͂̆̔̈͂̋͠͠5̸̛͇̝̝̲͎̀̌7̴͖̱̬̯̐͐͂̀2̵̝͇̠̰͕̆7̶̳̊͑͐3̷̨̧̳͍͖̱͔͕̫̯̮̅́̂̔̅̍͋̎͘̚͜6̶̡̦͉̳͙̬̯̪̗̎͊͛̅̍͐5̸̣͗̂́͂̎̎6̶͙̠̱̍̀4̵̖͎̯̤̖̣͍̆͑2̴̻͍͓́̕0̷̡̙̩̼̙̅̈́ͅ6̷̡̬̟͍̦͇͔̘̻̃̈́͆̋͗̽1̴̡̧͉͈͈̲̗̞̘͔͌̃͐̐6̸̨̯͍̺͔̖̮̱̞̠̔̂̀̈́̽̑͜e̴̢̙̜̺̣̬̻̊͊͜6̶͉̏͂̿̊̾̉͌͌͊͜4̵̳̬̞͖̗͔̜̟̹̳̫͗ͅ2̶̺͙̟͆̉̈́̐0̷̢̰̖̭̜͖̟͖̗̀̆̅͛̌̓͜6̷̡̢̼͉͎̼̖̪̹̼͙̇̔̀͌̊̕͠6̶͍̯͍̊̂͋́̊͛͝6̵̘͇̎̉̈́̄̑͘f̷̘̯̓͒̋͋7̷̡̣̰̜͇̪̝͓̗͈̽̋̓͜͝͝ͅ2̷̧̢̗̰̺̲̦͖̩̱̝̭̄͋̔̓̓͒̌͐̏̒͌̕6̸̧̢̳͚̐͒̽7̶͔̥͇̗͂̑̂͑͐͛̏̓̈́̌6̸̳̌̈́͂͛̕͠f̴̧̛̣̭͈̒̋͋7̶͚̲̺͖͈͙̞̝̤̯̩̀̄̾̈́̇͋̂̓̓͘4̷̪̹̥̑̓̄͛̈́7̸̨̱̹͚̫̮͕̅͗͑̏͛̂̄͜͠4̷̦͈͕̣̮̞̯̥̙̻̗̎̑̃̈́͛̈́͂̀̽̕ͅ6̸̢͓͍̞̯͍̗̼̟̻̓̐̋̋̽̆̓͊̕̚5̵̨̺͈͕͍̭͇͎̬̋̈́̃̄̈́6̴̣̇̃̋̄͊̑̈́̀̀̚͝ȩ̶̨̣̯͇̤̟͓̘͇̉2̴͔̟͖̪͍̋͂̈́̕͘͜͝0̷̧͚̣̠͖͓͠6̶̧̝̳̺̻͕̞̤͝2̴̨̛̩̺̦̻͔̲̝̻̺͗̂̒̐̂̃͗̆͝7̵͍͈̮̹̥̦̇̓̄̒̔̕̚͝9̸͓͕͈͔͕̆̋́̃͑̕̕͘͜͜2̴͎̭̰̙̺͛̓0̷̣̍͋̔̂̉̑̔̑̏̚7̸̟̩͂̊4̷̛̯̈̍͌̇̆̐̄̊͌̕6̶̡̡͚̟͉͊̌͋̍͝ͅ9̴̱̥̑͂̋̂͛̐͆͒̔͝6̶̧̡̻̪͇͎̰͕͆͆̍͆̇̅̽̕͝ḓ̴͎̙̩̻̝̪̥͔̦͊͊͐͒̓̿̃̒̓̓͜͠6̵͍̲͓̝̬͔͇͈̌5̵̫̎̈́̈́̃̕͜2̴̛̩̖̋͒̍͆̍̈́͆̅͗c̵̢̙̱̼̗̫̏̄2̷̮̠̞́̓̽̿0̸̫̩̗̼͖̜̦͇͍̠̱̤͆̑̄6̷̢̬̥̯̘̿͌͋̓̂͑͐̾́͒̿̕ͅ3̷̧̧̤̦͖̗̼̭͐̑̆̉̀̽̊̇̌̍͘7̴̰͎̝͕͙̆5̵̛̪̮͈͎̹͉̌͊̊̋̐̀̆̔͝7̶̛̝͑̚2̶̼̹͍̀̉͌̒̂̈́̀̕ͅ7̴̧̙̺͚̏̏̏̉3̵̩̻̼̙̘̣̽͊̅̔͠͝ͅ6̸̨̚͠͝͝ͅͅ5̶̛͕̠̙̞̦̪̼̠̲̯̥̄̆͌̋̓̄̀͘6̵̧̤̳̯̲̭̯̀4̵̛̩̩̬̠̞͆͒͂̓̆̎̄͜͝2̷̧̯̟͕͛̀́̓͆̓̿́̌͘̚0̸̢̭̫͉͓̲̩̘͍̒͋̑̏͘ͅ6̵̡͚̰̦̫̬̱̪͎͕͋͐͋͋̄̓̓̃̿͐̌͘1̸̡̛̛͇̳̯̼̯̗͊̆6̴̡͈̙̟̣̪̭̖̖̉ė̶̛̹̼̒͂̌̆͝͠6̴̜̹̳͙̲͉̩̪́̂4̷̺̰͗͌͊͗̾͒̈́̽2̴̻͓̫̯̻̖̞̙̈́͋͊̐͑̉͜0̴̛͔͔̥̞̦̣̪̪̈́̆͒̌̑͛̇͘͜6̶̭̼̪̯̾̓̿̓́̉5̶̨͖͋͌̈́̈́͆̈͛̈́͝6̶̬̦͔̬͎͎͉̲͊̏̓̎̈̋ě̵̡̨̨̹̪̥6̶̧̟̖̽̃̎̃̽̂̈́̓͒͘͝4̵̥̞̪͙͎̺̪͉̫̫͈͘6̷̜̗̄̈́͘f̴̛̘̩͓̭͔͛͜ͅ7̷̦̯͔̗̩̺̝̣̥̤͆7̷̨͎͖͊̏̀̈́͝6̶͕͍̳̘̼̖̣͉̬̥̀̈́̈́5̶̨͇̫͖̽͑̃̔6̸̢͈͓̤̭̓4̵̖̼͚͈͛̄̿̍̐̌̕͠2̶̡̡̮͇̙̝͔͉̈́̿̈́̈́͛̌0̶̢̧̠̹̹̺̘̲̕7̵̱͚͈̰̚͠7̸̯̟̬̮̃̄̌́́̓͌̚6̴̨̲̹̽̂̅9̴̧̣̣̦̒̄̈͒7̵̢̺͍̹͖͓̬̟̓́̓̈́̓͛̂͐͐̕4̷̢̜̥͓͖̞͚̰̭͖̥͐́̂͋̽̍̎͛͝͠6̷̠̪̌͌͜͝8̷̞̹̾̐͊̉̅̒2̵̩̔̿͑̃̑̓̂̓͝0̵͙͖̻̲̜͇̪͐͊̏̍͒͝6̵̮͎͍̻̣̙͙̣͇̖͛̃͂͐̎̐͘̕͘͜͝͝ḃ̶̧̦̜͚͔̪̯͚̀͊̀̓͗̿́6̵͖̳̯͍̥̮̼́͑͊͜͝ͅé̷̛͍̯͂͗̋̓͗͘͘̕6̷̡̢̛̮͖̬͇̗͓̹̥͈̃̎̅͐̓͛̎̌̚ͅf̴̠̙̱͇̤͇̗͇͙̋7̷̹̼͔̔́͌̋̌͛͑7̴̼͎͒͌̐́́̅̀́̕̕6̵̢͓͇̠͚͔̦͓̝̔̇̅͆́͆̈͛̕̕͘ç̵͉̖̀͝6̵͎̫̤̼̄͐͋͑͗5̶̠̱͍̩͛̄6̷̧̡̳̖̭̣͕̼̻̙͂ͅ4̸̢̢̣̰̝͙̱̼͚͐6̴̢̝̀͐̃̚̚ͅ7̵̡͈̥̙͍̼̼̜̓̕͝ͅ6̵̧̫̱̙͂̒̉͝5̷̧̤̥̹̤̯̝́̐́͑̂̉̚͜͝ͅ2̴̱̳͇͙̐̎͐̊̑0̶̝̫̲͕̗̗͍̆̿́6̴̯̻̦̲͐̓̌̅͑́͘͠1̸̝̩̹̜̥͂͒̈́̆́̇͜6̵̬͎̪͉̤͇̞̜̤͈̊͜2̷̜̭̖͍̳̦̀̾̂̓̈̅̋͜ͅ6̵͔͗̅̉f̴̢̛̦̝̗̠̹͔̑̂͐ͅ7̵̬̼̱̿͑6̸̛̲̆͌̐̇̑̈́̅̓̽̔̾6̷͉̱̼͓́̆̏5̸͉͍̪͎̩̬͗͗̾2̷̖̂́̈́̂̇̔̀͠0̶͓̼̳̦̭̜̭̈́̄̅͐6̸̛̭͊͗̌̒̋̄̌̍̉̏̕1̸̡͎̝̦̙̝͙̠̞͛̍̎͋́́̏6̶̧̥̦̖̗̰͎̠̬̘̫͎̈̀͐̂̄̓͆̓͂̕͘̚c̷̣̖͍͚̩̬̖̠̏͐̒̏͝ͅ6̸̡͙̋̏͑̌̂͆̐̒͑̚͠c̴̮̟̘̥͚̺̜̤͓͓̱̗̊̔͒̍̊͗͌͠2̴̢̧͍̰̰̠̳̦̎̑̿̃̀̇͆̏͘0̷̧̡̬̞͚͔͉̜̩̙͙̂̂́̌́̄͛̚̚͠7̷͎̿̒͗͘4̷͙̝̪̹̈͂͌6̶̧̛̺̤͚̰̙̜̝̺̮̗́̋̾̽͂͌̀̓̾͌̕8̵̢̢̨̯͓̱͇̰̮̞̺́̾̈̾̂͊̋̀͛̂͗̇͜6̶̨̟̯̹͍͇̥̻̤͎̯̙̍̓̿9̸̩͇̣͕̠̭̞̮͉͂͆͆͂͗̈́̓͘̚6̴̮̥͖̻̪͘e̴̡̤̼͊͆̈́͊̕͝6̵̢̢̞͕͍̥͇̥̗̥̝̃̿̉̋͝ͅ7̸̖͓̳̘̖͌̊̅̋̐̈̀̂̎7̷̢̘͖͉͉̦͔͙̱̯͈͕̆̑̈́̈́̓̅̿̌̎̔͘͘3̶̫̰̄̀́̚͜ͅ2̸͙͖̀̉͋̄̌c̵̼̞͔̄̀̌́̒̏̃͠2̶̛̟͇̼̽0̴̯̘̞̖̼̗̦͇͑̐͋̋́ͅ6̸̡̧̙͉̗͍̒͊̿͂͊̄͝͝9̵͎̦̗̈́͋̑̊͛̔͑̽͠͠6̴̡͍̞̳͈̯̩͕̜̖̊̓͛͒̅͘͜e̸͍̻͈͙̾2̷̹̇̚0̶̜̳̌̾̐7̸̨̨̛͓̦͍̯̘̝̙͙̔̿̀̄̀̋́͋̃́͘4̶̢̡̦̲̰̹̱̞̳̀̽̓͆͛6̴̡͙̜̗͈̳̙̒̋̐̿͒8̴͉̻̼͚̼̅́̓͂6̶͚̬̣̩̀̆̎̈́̀̑5̷̞̺͈͓̣̦͉́͋̇͆͗̒̀͠2̴̨̨̛̝̣̥̻̼͎̙̳̥̻̓̔̏͆̈́͝0̵̡͕̗̤͇̦̹̪͕̝̙̆͛̋͂6̵̡͚͉̮̱̼̮̀͐̑͒̽̑͐̒ͅ9̵̛̫̤̙̖͖̑̑̆́̄͝6̵̺̙̲͕̯͇͖̮͈̾͊̀̿͂̆̽́̚͠͠ē̴̡̞͖̩̲̹͇͇̙͇͉͚̌̃́̃̀̕6̵̢̜͖̼̣͕͈̦̌̒͒̃̽̂̊̂̀̚͠ͅ6̴̢̛̱̺̠͎̫͚͕̀̊̈́͋͜ͅ6̸̢̡̹͇̹̫̳͍͓̆̚9̷̖͖̯͈̖̠̤̹̽͋̊̿̀6̵̺͌̐̈́̚ḙ̷̢̤̬̄6̴̨̳̬̩̫̻̀̄̀̒̆͂̽͋̆ͅ9̷̲͚̳̪̪̲͑̑͆͆͋͝͠7̸̛̯͇̩̜̼͖̫̤̗̎̇̑́4̵̨̝̟̞̠̰̻̻̞͋͆̌̓̋͋̈́͂̃̅̚͘6̶͉͍̻̰͔̿5̸̦̰̫̪̮͔͕̤́̋̈́̇̇̂̕2̷̛̙͉̳̓̏̿̀͒̾c̸͕̮̼̜̗̖̊2̵̛̮̪̥̭̠̩̲̦̬̲̀͊͐̍͠0̷̧̻̖̯̘͔̺̜̣̿͛̊͐͘͜͝͝7̴̭̙͔̩͌̿̓̈́̓̈̈́̚͝7̸͇̳̙͉̒͑̇͛̈́̾͂́͂̅͜6̷̧͉̩̙͐̈́̈́̾͊̈͝8̶͙̘̇͗̃̌̒̓͂̌͒̄6̸̨̡̛̮͎̬͎̱̹͛̀̉̉̈̑̅̉͘͘͝5̸͔͐7̵̡͓̜̠͚̭̥̯͉͙͎̫̈́̓́͆͗̐̾̌̉̕͝2̶̲͙̯̞͚͇̾͐̽6̸̧̦͇̗͙̺̰̪͇̟͛̐̏5̷̢̗͕̬̝͇̪̙̞̰̏͛̓͂̕͜2̶̢͍̼̞́͐̄͊̅͂̀͐̿̑͝ͅ0̵̡̡̧̱͇̟̝̣̝͓͓͙̂͂̄͘6̸̙̓̈ę̷̨̭̩̖̌͗͋̄̀͝6̸̧̧̼̰̩̖͎̦̰̹͓̭͛̐͋̈́̽́͘f̸̧͖͖̩́̐̀̿̆̀̐͆̊͝͝2̸̠͓͕͖̯̬̭̼͕̞̄͗̅͒̿̏̆̈́͒̑̚0̵̢̛͚̹̰̬̿͜6̴̧̟͓͚̼̇͝f̴͔̝̀̍͌̿͆̔̓͛͠ͅ6̵̭̺̝̼͕̺͇̙̞́́͛̔̐̐̐̂͋̀̍͑͜e̵̜̻̹͂͘6̸̢̭͕̯͖̻̹͎͙͕̂͐̍̓̕̕ͅ5̷͉͒̐́̃̚̕2̶̨̨̙̥̰̼̦̣͑̉͐͋̋̃0̴̬̻̠͙͖͍̑͊̽̀̑̂͑̚͝7̸̡̰̼̼̘̝͕̇ͅ4̸̢̮̈́͛̓̓͛́̐͌6̷̬̪̳̝͖̣̜͍̜̗͚̄͛̔̀͛͌̃̈́̂͘̚̕ͅf̴̨̫͕̠̭̘̎̈́̓̍̌̆̐̿ͅ7̵̘͖̯́͆̿̎̈́̾͛̈̽̓5̷̛̪̖̳̭̻ͅ6̴̠̱̊̊͐̅̀͊̂͌3̶̗̦͍͖̟̝̣̾͒̀̇͆͊̕6̶̦̦̳̲̞̩͖͈̱̔͋͑͝ͅ8̵̢͈̞̳̰̺̔̄̍̎̐́́̽̕̚͠6̵̡̧̦̦̻̰͈̲͚͍̂̅̉̊̌̍͝5̷͎̃ͅ7̷̢̰̤̖̟̞̗̥̖̹̉́̓̈́͒͛͝3̶͎̩͙̰̓͊́́̅͜2̶͉̗̹̲̞̫̀̓͋̓̃0̷̛͖̂͂̌́̀̋̈́̀̉͝6̸͙̻́͐̇̅̾̎̎̏́͝9̸̧̢̼̱̯͕̙̩͛ͅ7̶̡̝̩̦͚̭̗̺̜͓̇͗̌͐́͒̍̈́͜ͅ4̶̡͈͍̫̤̙͓͕̫̝̥̭́̒2̶̢̹̊̿͋͆͘͠c̵̪͐͆̌̾̈́̏͐̅̀̓̀͝2̵̧̺̝̖̟̹̖͑̒́͗͘͝0̴͍̫̬͔̻͖̞̮̔̉̄́͛͑̍̌͜6̴͇̱̬͋͆͠3̶̲̠̣͌̅̃̂̎̃̋̂͘͝6̵͎̼̫̣͔̞̭̻̯͓̋8̸̥͈̲̹̖̯͒̽̽̓̓̓͒͠6̸̢̧̛̼͉̭͎͂̍͊͜͠͝1̴̧̬̜̞̆̀͑͠6̸̫̳͖̤̈́̂̃̆͂͗͠͝ȇ̴͙͚̳̯̘̈́̉̍͜͝6̵̡̨̱̖̲͇͚̬̯̼̐̌̍̓̿͗̇͋͘͝7̶̛͓̱̳̙̍̇̀̃̐̕6̷̮͙̰̰̝͈͚̜̯̣̯͉͋̏̂̑͒͘͝5̸̛̝͎͍̗͊͐̒̓͛̾̈́̓͠7̴̨̫͉̙͙̘͓͎̥͒̕3̶̢̺̼̭̥͈̝̩̩͊͗͂̅̈̊̑̓͂͒͠2̶̧̥̠̩̰̞͍̣͚̍͑̒̋̋̒̔̎̕0̵̦̀̄̎̂͘6̵͓̗̫͖͐͑͘9̵͎̜̞͕̯͓̬̣̠́̃̈́̂͐̈́̽͋͐͘͜͜͠7̸͓͚̻͕̣̼͌͋̑̍̔͠͠4̷̖͖̯̲̺̲̱̞̈͘͜͝ͅ2̵̢̡̨̧̗̙̩͕̫͔̓̌̈́̀͌͒̽̑̆́̕̚͜ͅ0̴̲̤̀͒̅͛͊̀̈̇͛6̸̝͗̓͗f̶̳̼̤̺͗́́̑̚ͅ7̸̧̢͔̱͇̪̯̹̦̺̙̐́̅̈̈́̈́2̵̨̠̯̠̀̀ͅ2̶͇̘̭̦̥̣̬̮͕́̊͋̚ͅͅ0̴̫̝̣͔̮̈́͑̐̏̂́̈̈́̕6̸̡̢͉̻̯̣͒͘4̵͎̫̖͔̅̍̅̌̔̈́͐͑͝6̴̢͉̹͍͕̞͍͓͍̺̹̼̐͂̑͆̀̓͌̓͒̔͝5̷̛̜͈̤̥̦̖̱͈͋̀̂̇̉7̶̡̜͎̙̒̒3̷̙͉͍̝̘͇̗͂͐̑̔̈̚͠7̵̡̞̮͍͖͙̺̏̈̄̀̏͜͜4̵̹͎͉̠̣̳͍̲̘͆͗̀͋̈͐̊̅̋̋̈͜7̵̡̨̭͓͓̠͊́̂̀̈́͛́͛͗̈́̍̈́2̸̩̍̽̾͐͆̀͌͘̚͝6̶̧̗̠̦̜̳͔̗̰̄̆f̶̪͂̀̍̌͂͐̈́̌̆͊7̶̩̺̣̬̘̞͌̽̀͋̿͑̍͝9̶̢̢̢̛̯͈̯̘̜͇̮̜̎̍7̸̱̪͐̐̈́̐̓͌̈͆̉̾͠3̴̡̳̮̗̺̥̼̥̞̳̄ͅ2̷̢̗͍̩̖̯̱̫̮͍͌̏̆͗̑̀́̄̊0̵̧̢͕͙̣̫̭͇̹͎͙͊̉̂͘͠ͅ6̴͍͆9̷̧̩̘̳̮̟̼̮͙̼̰̜͛̌̔̐̐7̴̨̥̗̔̀̿͒̂͆́͛͗̒̕͠4̷̢̛͈̟̰͎̹̭̼̂̔̅̽̀͆̽̊͝͝2̴̢̳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Lines of repetitive incomprehensible text flashed before my eyes. I felt as if my brain was on fire and my head was about to explode from the nonsensical gibberish that rumbled in my head. It was a painful experience that made me lose concentration.

Which caused a small neon blue ball between my hands to explode and send me flying backwards on the ground. 

"Well, it could have been worse." I muttered to myself, picked myself up from the ground and shook off the dust. "At least nothing is trying to kill me."

However, immediately after that statement, the world decided to show me how wrong I was.

Not far ahead of me, behind the bushes, I heard something slowly moving in my direction. Then a raptor jumped out of the bushes at me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, you heard right, a damn raptor jumped out of the bushes at me! It looked like the raptor from that old Jurassic World movie from 2022!

Before it got to me I managed to step aside and give it a good right hook in the jaw. The reptile ended up hitting one of the nearby trees and falling to the ground.

The thing lay there, grunting silently, trying to get up and wailing in pain. It was a pathetic sight.

"For real? That's it? One lone raptor?" I said disappointedly, walking up to the fallen raptor. The creature hissed at me as I came closer. When I was within jaws range, it tried to bite me, but missed by millimeters. I gave it a kick in the head and stepped on its neck, pinning it to the ground. "You are a pathetic little creature, literally I can break your neck under my boot and what would you do with it? will you hiss, scratch or call your friends?"

A few meters away from me, many angry growls and hisses resounded. I turned toward them and a dozen wild pairs of eyes with murderous intent staring straight at me

That was the moment I knew I had made many huge mistakes. What kind? You see, raptors are pack predators. They hunt in groups, rarely alone and care deeply about each other. Generally this means that an attack on one is an attack on the whole pack. And I just bullied one of them in front of his family/friends. 

So I did the most sensible thing in my opinion. I turned around and started running in the opposite direction to the creatures. I wasn't afraid, not even a little bit, and that's not a lie at all! Anyway, as soon as I began my "tactical retreat", the raptors began to chase me. I ran as fast as I could through the bushes, thickets and between the trees, trying not to get mauled by raptors. Which was difficult, the beasts were fast, agile and knew the area. It didn't help that I was leaving a trail of black blood behind me, and I was starting to get tired and dizzy. There were several moments when they were close to getting me. But I still managed to escape, barely, but still.

After I ran through some dense bushes, I made an unexpected discovery. I discovered that there is intelligent life in this dimension. How did I discover this? Well, I was hit by a car. Which is great news! Not the one with me being run over but discovering of sentient life here. Which means they may have a way of interdimensional travel!  But as always there is bad news. I was hit by a car and I was too tired to run or even get up, so I lay down on the road almost unconscious. Jeez, maybe I need to have blood in me.

I couldn't see or do anything but I could hear and feel someone's presence, I really love my senses. They approached and knelt by my side, I felt uneasy and an irrational thought went through my head that this person was responsible for the raptor attack, was a danger to me and had to die. But from what I could sense, it was just a regular person without any power, magic or anything like that. They had no means to achieve this and appeared here by accident. So I quickly dismissed it.

Then something unexpected happened, the guy started speaking to me in English. The old language of my people. Asking me if I was alive.

Nice people are a rare sight in the multiverse. Many such people die alone with a piece of steel between their ribs in a dark and rundown alley. I hope the raptors don't get him and if they do, that he dies painlessly.

As if on cue, several raptors crept into my senses, but instead of moving towards me with the intention of killing me and probably the person next to me, they kept their distance and.... watched. Although they were not the only ones watching, there was something besides them, something not nice.

When the guy patched me up with bandages, which was a good thing in my book, the scaly observers and their dark friend still took no action. They did nothing, as the guy put me in some vehicle and drove away. 

I don't know at what point I started falling in and out of consciousness. I didn't know much that happened during most of the trip. But after the vehicle I stopped, I heard three people, including one who saved me, having a heated conversation. On which I did not focus much, I was more focused on the fact that I felt an unpleasant cold. I didn't know I could feel cold!

After an unknown time, I heard the arrival of two more vehicles. Two people came out of the first and one from the second. At that moment I was taken by the cold and dark embrace of darkness, I stopped registering what was happening around me.

DIMENSION 25983632.ZHE .3300-05-11. [local time 2016-11-13 04:31][Precise location: Clinic in Howling Valley]

I woke up. 

I didn't know how much time had passed or what happened when I was unconscious. 

All I knew was that I found myself on a hospital bed in some room. 

The place looked relatively normal... There were white tiles on the floor, white door on the wall in front of the bed, the lower half of the walls were green and the upper half was mint white and next to the bed I was lying on was a small metal nightstand, on the other side of the room was a nightstand and an empty bed. The place was normal, normal to the point where I felt uncomfortable and the

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