Puppet Master Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Unidentified

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A forest lay silent beneath the night. The pale moon was veiled behind drifting clouds, and a heavy darkness swallowed everything whole. Through that suffocating gloom, a figure moved—swift and unnatural. No sound of life could be heard. No wolves howled. No beasts stirred. Not even the faint chirping of insects broke the silence. Even those rapid steps made almost no noise, as though the forest itself dared not acknowledge the presence passing through. The darkness posed no obstacle. Each movement flowed with perfect precision, as though the ground beneath was always firm and certain. Sight pierced effortlessly through the gloom, capturing every minute detail. With focus, even the delicate veins running through a single leaf became clear. Such perception spoke of a mind of extraordinary power—one capable of receiving and processing an overwhelming flood of information in an instant. At that moment, the figure was ascending a jagged mountainside. Speed did not falter. Even sheer cliffs offered no resistance. Steps landed upon vertical stone as naturally as if walking across level ground, as though gravity itself held no authority here. Upon reaching a suitable spot, the figure halted. A careful gaze swept across the surroundings once more, leaving no detail unchecked. Then—an arm moved. Now visible, that arm was wrapped in smooth white fabric. The exposed hand was pale and utterly devoid of warmth, carrying an icy, lifeless chill. With a single motion, countless strands of fine, pure white threads burst forth, spreading outward and weaving through the air. In mere moments, a massive cocoon took shape, enclosing the space entirely. When everything was ready— The laying of eggs began. * * * * * * * * * * Tris awoke with a start, jumping out of bed. He walked to the desk, grabbed a cup, and poured himself a glass of water. Finishing it, he placed the cup back and rested his chin in his hands, elbows on the desk. ‘What the hell just happened?’ - He thought. Tris had a secret he shared with no one—not even his father. Every time he slept, he dreamed. Each dream, though fragmented, was extremely detailed and vivid, as if someone else had experienced it. He had undergone countless experiences through these dreams. They often came with vast amounts of knowledge—mostly useless, but sometimes invaluable. Some dreams told trivial stories, like daily life in a strange place with countless electrical devices, or eating and playing with friends. Others involved fighting, slashing through hordes of enemies with strange powers, or battling powerful magical beasts. Experiencing so many different memories allowed Tris to acquire knowledge and skills that even many adults lacked. A child exposed to such experiences was forced to mature quickly, shaping both personality and worldview. The result was an abnormal existence, like Tris today. Why did Tris consider his dreams real, as if they were someone else’s memories, rather than mere illusions? Because the knowledge he learned there could actually be applied in real life—something he had tested on himself early on. In his dreams, he often assumed the role of another person facing powerful opponents. To confront them, that person used astonishing skills, the most fundamental of which was the manipulation and control of spiritual energy. Tris mimicked and practiced what he experienced. Over time, this significantly improved his own ability to manipulate spiritual energy. He then mastered the combat techniques and magic of that individual, including the rare and formidable art of Space magic. These skills were extremely difficult to master. He spent nearly three years learning them, despite receiving first-person “instruction” in the dreams—a unique, invaluable perspective no one else could obtain. As he grew older and acquired more knowledge from books and the village’s teachers, he increasingly appreciated the value of these skills. Equally important was his knowledge of creating and controlli