[man aren’t I scared, apparently I need 500 word so here]
The Eternal Adventure
Based on a daydream
[A Void ever so bright, infinity a darkness vast,
Time, gone yet ticking.]
[Life heavy burden, death light relief,
unconscious yet thought and memories play.]
[Reality out of touch, imagination so close.
Can a fantasy wish?]
A Voice energetic "welcome to the imaginary"
As he opens from the darkness of his eyelids. He was met with light, a room of white, no light source in site. "Bro over here”
Spoken from behind. Turning around a man, no... A boy stands short barley five feet wearing a black jacket so dark you could just fall into it, his hair seems to shine as if you would fall off if you landed on it, but what was disturbing was the comedy mask. Half of The Mask was painted the same void color as the jacket but where the holes to see out of was just pure white, no gap to be seen, quite the opposite on the other.
“Well look at that the clover can hear after all” the boy.
Clover: “what clover you speak of.”
“You, dingleberry” swiftly the boy
“I am no clover, I am... I’-m, who am I?”
As his crisis means nothing to him, he starts.
“You’re part of a small experiment with the logic of infinity. this is your start and there will be no end for eternity's end will never come.”
Snapping out of it. Clover: “what? Isn't the infinite impossible.”
“...look I'm not here to argue on what should or shouldn't be impossible just think that if it is possible what happens?” an annoyed look is given despite not having his face seen
“Just know this when you wake up find my avatar and play your part, and if you began to question again remember to believe is to see.”
a blink then a basic bedroom with sunlight shining on his face.
“What? Just happen?”
[story: War N., resets: 34, task: protect America]
A blink then a basic bedroom sunlight shining on his face he’s been here too many times before.
“Alright, what do we know now?” Clover grabs a pencil and scribbled notes on the wall filling it with lines arrows and words
“Dexen starts with Japan last time, but he did Germany first after my 30th reset but why? Was it money? the number of nukes? No then he would go for America right away, but wouldn’t that stop him from ever attacking America in the first place, unless he isn’t concerned about the nukes” the thinking continues as he fidgeted the pen
“anti-nuclear technology? Well that the only explanation, he either got anti nukes or the best bluffer in the world, and I’ve played poker with him.”
An alarm ring
“School starting, I got 10 years to figure this out” he said calmly” and another reset after this so let’s relax, stress is what killed me my fifth time.”
The walk to the school was peaceful the air nice and chilly the sunrise giving a pinkish tone to the sky, clover arriving to a crossroad then walked backwards,
“One step, two, three, four”
A truck’s horn blares and a crash in front of him, he doesn’t flinch, staring almost annoyed, the driver fell drunk caught in clovers arms.
“Funny to think this how I died first” clover after propping the driver against a wall, he walks to school standing at its gates before entering.
*The school, though an American one shows closer resemblance to ones of Japan, sliding doors long corridors and an inside park, truly an inconsistency on world building. The hall filled to the drum with chatter and whisper, someone’s first time here would probably get anxiety from just being here -“I would know”- entering in a class sat in the back row a kid in a similar attire from the boy, well it is the boy but not quite, he had more color and warmth and not so empty, the kid shares the same name as that ‘god’, Dexen,*
Clover takes his seat and waits for class to start. The room slowly fills with people, the laughing and chatting that was in the hall now is in a somewhat small room, then the teacher walks in followed by silence.
“Alright everyone we have a new student today so introduce yourself first then and we’ll end at the new kid, sound good? Alright Panthra you go first.”
*Unimportant but, *
“Dexen” the teacher spoke
“Oh, it’s my turn, hello I’m dexen K Vong, annmd I like chess and war stuff, nice to meet you…” shows a hand gesture to say its clovers turn.
“Clover, I don’t have anything particularly that I like but I’m willing to hear anything new” “ever played chess?” Dexen said with a smile “nope never” clover answer, almost too fast.
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*Playing chess with him is pretty good to see how he thinks, his smile as he tries to look away from the board is a dead giveaway that he’s about to do something big, like I said terrible in poker. *
“Wanna play some time?”
” Sure, why not” a little more passed this time.
As dexen sat back down a whisper “mess up again and I’ll reset you”
clover flinches his fingers clenched to the table and relaxes.
*Thats him, and he isn’t bluffing, I guess me answering to fast caused that, he’ll do this occasionally, to mock me “it’s funny how much anime start off with getting hit by a truck” or informational “have you tried entering your birthday?” But this time it is a warning, a warning on how I shouldn’t tell the avatar or give him any clue about this story. *
After classes chess was played at the school park.
“check”
” checkmate” clover replied
“Oh, I really blundered that one huh?” Dexen sadden but not unsatisfied
“don’t worry it called chess blindness you were kind of spacing out on that last move”
“Yes… chess blindness.”
Dexen’s skin flushes out of all color and strings form puppeteering him like a kids’ toy.
*Can he make it any more obvious? *
“Hello Dexen, so got something to say?”
A slow distortion “Ever heard of white matter?”
“No never heard of it.”
Dexen head turn almost far enough to snap and said with that smile “Hmm... you will.”
Clover's voice sharpens “speak then.”
Dexen explained “everything you see, think, or imagine is made up of three things, black matter gray matter and white matter. Why don’t you guess what each one is?”
“You put it in the order, black is everything we see, gray what we think and, white imagination, right?”
“Not wrong, not wrong at all, think about it like this, here we have a picture of a pipe, black matter asks what is the object? Answer a paper with colored ink that form a pipe, gray matter asks what it looks like and who sees it? To one it can be a horn with smoke, but another will see it as a pipe, lastly white matter, to think of someone smoking that pipe or perhaps how its manufacture.”
“And why is this relevant?” clover questions
“let's say if I gave you halve of a panting, you'll see it finished” his hand grabs the pawn and promote it to a queen “check…mate…”
The bell rings loudly signaling school's end clover walks to a store he buys; a box cutter, 20ft rope, a hammer and nails,
*Half a painting to see the whole? Yes, I'm aware that one can imagen the other side if they know the first, but this is Dexen, let's see he said that after I ask the white matter’s Rela vents to the story, so let's word it like this, the world is doom to end by nuclear fallout because dexen can't be touch by said nuke thanks to his yet to be discovered anti-nukes, then halve of a painting to see the full, is white matter, so then what is the full painting?... or what is seen when your half done, white, white matter is the anti-nuke or at least the material to make it. *
He arrives at the school and ties a stone to the rope.
*But right now, I'll need supplies for our first threat or the first arc of this story, a school shooting well he would be if I don't set this trap up-* “hello there.”
“AH”
Dexen and clover stare at each other
“So, what are you doing?” Dexen said Smugly.
“I'll ask the same thing.”
“You know hanging out, lording, drinking coff- Awwww right I left it on the bench, uh whatever... so you here to build the gazebo?”
“What?”
” You know the gazebo, the porch thing in the park. here the prince -short for principle- let me have the keys, I'll get you inside through the door rather than a widow.”
“...Yeah sure”
*This is different he's not normally here, and I can't tell if this is good or bad. *
Dexen and clover walk into the inner park; there lies wood and markings where the gazebo should be. The place is lit up with LEDs set up around to illuminate the area and, in the middle, Dexen.
“Just leave the hammer and nails… why did you buy rope?”
“To get in” clover said truthfully.
“And box cutter?”
“…cool knife?”
“…yeah, I get it. So anyway, do you want something to eat? I got ramen cooking at the teachers' lounge not to mention games and other fun stuff, and the room is soundproof so no one can hear us play.”
“No, I’ll just leave.”
“Oh…ok, call if -wait you don’t have my number-, wait I’ll give y-” clover already left
*Can a close call feel any closer? I don’t know why but that just felt off like that wasn’t the Dexen I know, it felt cold back there, foggy, staged, planned, maybe it’s my paranoia to something new after so many resets, I just can’t stress about it too much or I’ll fall right into his trap.*
Clover goes back home, back to bed and sleep.
There in his dream Dexen stood, in the center of the marking Surrounded by the LEDs that are glowing brighter and brighter leaving four looming shadows around him in a clover pattern, - “four shadows to believe is to see”- then he wakes up.
*Four shadows, *
-he mumbles this under his breath-
*four shadows, shadows of four, clover, clover shadow, shadow, shadows, shadowing, Dang it -he slammed the wall as he makes his way to his front door then he looked at his reflection his green eyes stare back- how Dexen work his mind games is just as he works in chess he’ll make an blunder look like a brilliant move and a brilliant a blunder, the answer is simple just covered in a fog of moves, four shadow, four shadowing, clover four shadowing, I-I got nothing *
he opens the door to see a newspaper the paper reads (highschooler protects a school from a shooting and moves to Aisa, wish him luck)
“What?!”
Clearly this is dexen, but he left a year earlier than he should have, back to his kingdom walls probably installing those anti nukes as I'm stuck here for another year, fine then I'll just go to you before you come to me.
He stormed out of his home to the airport making a call on his phone.
“Hello?”
“Dianna [redacted], lives on [I'm not doxxing anyone] favorite color glitter, favorite flavor pink, driver of the plane 46745, get ready to ride or die because you got 30 minutes.”
Fear filled her heart “...how did-” “Move it or lose it!” “.ok.”
At the airport Dianna waits patiently, people crowding in and out and what stuck out is a kid no older then 16 with pricing green eyes a sweater wrapped around his neck covering his shoulder, his hair blonde and cut short his shirt emborders with a X on where his heart is. Then the kid walked up to her
“Sorry for the threat but I'm in a hurry”
“Your... just a ki-”
“Your biggest secret is-”
“OK! I Believe you just. don't. Do. That.”
“Good” I don't know any secret of hers,
The air is windy and the sky clear and there parked the plane old fashion and made for two, as she readies her plane,
“So, where we are heading?” “Mideast Asia”
” Mideast-WHAT?!”” Asia”
” THATS HALF THE GLOBE”
“You can do it.”
“...ugh fine but this will be one long flight.”
The plane's engine roars, and like a bird there off,
*Dianna, I don't know much about her, I got her number for my last reset, but she is the best to get to Aisa and back she did private flight traveling for Dexen when he came into power, now let's focus on the task at hand.
After getting injured dexen travels to Asia with the excuse “America is great, but the shootings are no fun” but the real reason is because his relative who had no spouse nor children, plus no competition to share the inherits from -that god sure loves spoiling himself – basically he’s now loaded.
During resets 20-24 I worked under him -this is the time I just did information gathering-From what I know he took a stance of isolation, he’ll lock himself up in his office for hours working, he also isolated his country only taking part of trading.
From what I remember, Dexen called himself a Christian—but what he believed wasn’t anything like the real thing. It was something warped, radical, more about control than salvation. At first, it was quiet: paying people to leave if they didn’t fit the mold or offering money to ‘rehome’ -militarizes- children from the poor unwanted or aborted. It felt surgical. Cold, but not explosive. Honestly, compared to what came later, it looked almost... polite. That didn’t last.
When the money dried up and the buying stopped working, the pushing started. And what came after—that was less like policy and more like a crusade. Imagine Hitler but fueled by the conviction that God himself would back every atrocity. That’s what it turned into. *
“So, where in Asia are you going?”
“Can you get over at Madagascar?”
“No, but I can get you close”
“How close?”
“Around the coast, unless you want me to drop you in the ocean” she said jokingly.
“Sure, that works”
“... you’re being serious aren’t you. Ok your funeral”
Time passes
Dianna spots a jet coming into view the jet is black with white covering the wings separating them a golden orange
“Ay, it looks like a privet jet”
“Oh, can you get close?”
“Why- “
“Remember that secret?”
“...”
The plane pulls in close to the jet “there you happy?”
Clover jumped out of his seat and climbed onto the wings plane to the jet.
“DUDE YOU’RE TRYING TO GRT YOURSELF KILLED?”
Clover unfazed held a knife then stabbed it into the privet jet making slowly but calmly his way to the door.
“KNOCK KNOCK, OPEN THE DOOR OR ILL OPEN THE FUEL TANK, by the way Dina you can leave now.”
“My Name Is Dianna, Also Please Don’t Do Anything That Would Get Me in Trouble!”
With that she flew away into the distinct, then the door opens, and clover was swiftly pulled in, slammed onto a chair, the distinct cocking of a gun is heard. Dexen missing his right pointer finger holds the trigger by his middle.
“What? Did you stick your finger up the barrel?”
“… how did you know?”
Confidently Clover put his finger over the nozzle of the gun.
“Does this sound familiar? Right now, there’s a 10% chance the gun will explode if you shoot. It’ll take one shot to eliminate my finger and another to kill me and one more to stop my hand from slicing your throat. That is if it doesn’t explode.”
“Hay that what I said when I faced the shooter. Fine then, no gun” he threw the gun behind him.
With a grin ever wide “so what's your plan this time?”
“What?”
this time?
*To him this is my first time doing something like this, unless that “god” allowed him* “remember everything? Bingo, well not everything"
A mask is pull from his jacket the same smile as that god’s
“isn't it wonderful? I'm a god, and god is me too bad I'm just an actor for our entertainment but I don't mind, as long I have fun =)"
he put on the mask “you hadn't seen the work of white matter yet have you? Well, you will”
A white fluid mass is secreted out of the palm of his hand it floats in the air never leaving is grasp then is fingers darkened and stretched around it compacting it shaping it, a gun forms locked and loaded
“Sorry but we are out of time see you next time”
Before he could react, clover was dead
[story: War N., resets: 35, task: protect America]
A blink then a basic bedroom with sunlight shining on his face. [ yeah, I'm just doing to skip this]
Wait, can you just do that? [did you not hear me? we said we’re low on time]
But yoo-oooo-oooooooooo-ooooo-ooooo [ =) DXN ]
[story: War N., resets: 40, task: protect America]
[5 years from latest reset]
Clover wakes his body sore from the hard dirt floor, the sleeping bag and tent didn't help, the sky still night and full of stars
*Todays the day*
*Dexen has his army a days' worth away and all we need to do is take out the vessel fighters - high military solder equipped with a weapon that practically breaks every Geneva convention law on weaponry; biological, exploding, shrapnel, nuclear, you name it- this will be difficult, it's said that they're armor alone can withstand a nuke. but if they're gone then we can get to him face to face*
Clover walked around the empty camp; the crowd surrounded a podium organized and silent. Clover walks up the steps and stands Infront of everyone.
“Goodmorning men, and hopefully not good night, there's a 1 in 1000 chance you'll die but the only way to live is to focus on the one, that one if a long happy life, that one is a chance to reach out to your loved ones, that one is our victory. And I thank you now, then, and there, that you're willing to sacrifice your lives for that one, and today ill make sure that you'll be able to save that one, may your heart full of courage, you mind full of strength, and body full of blood, I'll see you on the battle field, comrade, friend, and family”
Then he leaves of the stage step by step
*This is my 3rd time doing this plan, I figure the mask is what trigger those oddities I've seen so much, the change of war plans between resets, the creation of impossible inventions, that mask allows him accesses to white matter, memories of past resets, and what else.”
- “You’re part of a small experiment with the logic of infinity. this is your start and there will be no end for eternity's end will never come.”-
*Even if I win, I'm sure this won't end, if only I had the abilities he has*
*The plan I gave was simple, have our soldiers enter deep into enemy lines to prevent the enemy from using bombs, then nuke the enemy, dexen in theory and tested would use anti nukes to prevent damage to himself, then hopefully remove the mask disabling the anti-nukes ending the war*
Clover gets into a heavy armored jeep and drives with the rest of the army
*For context the anti-nukes are a field that runs on white matter, dexen only has access to white matter if he wears the mask. Dexen is on the field because I leaked information on the first section of the plan (us using nukes), and the last part of the plan, I'm still working on it”
The woods grow thicker as they drove further on the paths, as they slow to a halt stood the enemy camp in the middle of the large clearing-*So cocky*-the sun rising over the other side
*The air force will drop a nuke on the sun side far enough to not harm or stopped by dexen anti-nuke but close enough to surely grab some attention*
Sunglasses with extra polarizing were given out and warn, for safety of our eyes
Clover looks at the time on the drivers watch *3:59:56 3:59:57 3:59:58 3:59:59 4:00*
Silence the sun appeared, blasting winds shake trees, the jeeps drive under the noise of the explosion
*20/100 meters*[64/328]
Soon the noise of the engines roar can be heard getting louder and louder
*40/100 meters* [132/328 feet for my American viewers]
“LAND BOMBERS” a distant shout, as quiet Prestine bike-like vehicles flash out of the base a fleet of four
*50/100 meters* [164/328 ft]
“KAMAKAZE TEAM, we thank you-”
one of the bombers passes dropping some kind of bomb wiping out the whole right side of clovers fleet *that's a few tens of widows thought we would be faster than this* his face saddens but understanding that he can just try again later
Another bomber runs straight for the opening from the first, but a jeep runs into it concentrating the explosion on empty soil, then follows for the rest of the four
“We thank you for your sacrifice”
Allie planes fly over dropping bombs from the sky, but the bombs fall dead leaving the shell in its place as you can see white and gray particles clinging over the shells, and soon one can see the reason a small field covering 30 meters from the base the field floats those same white and gray particles
*70/100* [230/328]
[this is not where the story ends i just didn't finished the last part]