[Dreamer] Chapter Six

How long has it been...?

A year? Months? I don't know.

I was now level 78, and it showed.

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Name: Izuku Midoriya

Gender: Male

Tribe: N/A

Level: 78 (Current Max Level: 115)

Health: 499/500 (+400)

Stamina: 786/800 (+700)

Oxegen: 500/500 (+400)

Food: 199.9/250 (+150)

Water: 199.8/250 (+150)

Weight: 348/350 (+250)

Melee Damage: 200% (+100%)

Crafting Speed: 100%

Fortitude: 100 (+100)

Torpidity: 208/7,800 (+7,800)

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With each point I put into Health, I became healthier, stronger, and faster.

With every point I put into Stamina, I found I could last longer, endure more, and stay awake for longer periods of time.

The rest was rather simple in what they did, besides Fortitude and Torpidity.

Fortitude was how well my body would handle the environment, such as heat or cold, I assume it also accounted for my immune system since I hardly got sick anymore.

Torpidity was how close I was to passing out, or at least, that's what I assumed it meant.

I had changed, gone was the small boy and frightful boy who entered this hell of an island. I was now vastly different due to my overall change in body. I stood at nearly 6 feet(1.82 Meters) in height, my once sickly complexion and frail body had become toned and was more on par with the physique of Olympic champions, if not even better. I was covered in scars, as with each death, scars seemed to follow me in each new life. As if the scars became imprinted onto my body.

I had died, I do not know how many times, but what I do know is that I have died at least 23 times, and quickly lost count after then.

I do not know how long I have been trapped on this island, as I had only begun keeping track of time a little over four months ago when I first began making markings on the cave wall, but I do know some time had passed before then. My guess was that I have been trapped on this island for around a year now, if not more.

I missed my family. I missed my friends. I missed home.

No one was going to save me...

I was tired of death, I was tired of the pain, I was tired of living. Yet, I could not die, as I was forced to reawake with each death with a new body as if everything was but a dream as if all the pain was a dream, but it wasn't, as I have come across my own corpses multiple times.

My home, a small compound surrounding a cave hidden deep within a forest which I have extensively trapped to keep the others of this island out, has become home to both myself and my new friends. Creatures of the island that I have tamed, friends that I mourn as when they die, they do not come back. So, I remember each and every one of my companions, even going as far as to make them graves where I visit and honor them every day.

In the cave, I had made a true home for myself, one that I built myself through blood, sweat, and tears. I spent many days carefully and delicately carving all the furniture in the cave, even going as far as to use fur and hides to make a somewhat comfortable carpet, though I was planning on building a wood floor over the cave's floor to make the ground much more comfortable to walk on.

Sleeping in the corner of the cave, was a Raptor, Dimorphodon, and a small group of Compys.

The Raptor's name was Night Stalker, she was the current Alpha of my Raptors. The Dimorphodon was Night Hunter. I was never good at naming things, so a lot of my companions have similar names.

Other than them, there was a smithing table, furnace, stove, and grill, then my wood-carved bed with fur blankets.

I made the smithing table ages ago, and it functioned as my workbench where I maintained and assembled my tools. I had long since smelt my own metal and fashioned tools and weapons from them, even going as far as to make some lethal traps with the metal.

I could even make myself some metal armor, like that of a knight, but I didn't bother, the armor would only slow me down. What I wore was a leather over chainmail.

I had two sets of clothes and chainmail so that I would always be able to clean or repair a set of clothes and chainmail if it were to get damaged or dirty in any of my daily hunts and scouting trips.

Laying on the workbench were a lightweight metal spear, a crossbow, a wrist crossbow, two long daggers, a dozen metal throwing knives, my metal tools, such as an axe, pickaxe, shovel, hoe, scythe, and plenty of buckets to collect freshwater whenever I felt lazy, though I haven't needed to use the buckets in a while besides for washing myself every day. A while ago I fashioned a makeshift rain collector that would supply me with all of my water needs.

Strapping the wrist crossbow to my left wrist, the throwing knives to my sides where I had built straps to carry them, the daggers on my belt on my waist, and taking the spear in hand, I let out a sharp whistle, immediately waking up Night Stalker and Night Hunter, with Night Hunter flying up and landing on my shoulder and Night Hunter jumping up and walking to my side.

Stepping outside the cave, revealed the small compound I built for myself and my companions.

A decently large wooden wall around the compound, with various dinosaurs roaming the area, eating grass, food, or whatever meat I had in the feeding troughs. To be completely honest, I still found it strange how well my companions got together after I tamned them. None of them put up a fuss or caused any major trouble, and roamed the compound without any fights occurring between one another. I expected some kind of fight to happen between the predators or between the predators and herbivores, but besides the play fighting, they were all like well-behaved giant dogs.

Roaming my compound, I had a small pack of Trikes, Night Stalker, and her pack of Raptors, some Lystrosauruses, some parasaurs, and a myriad of other dinosaurs.

It was frankly starting to get cramped, which is why I had to expand the compound as yet another thing on my to-do list.

Night Stalker let out a mix of bark and hiss, and her pack quickly stopped play-fighting one another and rushed over to us, swarming me with head buts, head rubs, and something I could only describe as a kind of 'purr.'

Night Stalker and her pack hunted with me every day to gather food for all of the other dinosaurs in the compound, which is why I designed harnesses for all of them, allowing me to ride them and have them help me carry food back to the compound.

I tried to not stray from our little forest for fear of running into more cannibalistic tribes that would want to eat me and my friends, but some days I was forced to leave the forest to hunt.

I was just lucky that the dinosaurs were insanely smart, almost like they understood every word I said, and soaked up whatever commands or tactics I taught them like sponges.

Even though I had them, I couldn't help but think about my family back home, my Mom, my Dad...they must have been worried sick.

I just...I wish I wasn't alone...I wish I had someone I could talk to. Someone who would talk back.

Shaking my head, I pushed that thought away and whistled, telling the other dinosaurs in the compound that we were leaving and to be alert and on guard.

...

Meanwhile, in the real world, three figures were standing over the sleeping body of Midyoria.

One was, of course, his mother.

The other two, however, were clearly related, as they both sported the same blond hair and the same aggressive expressions.

The Older woman grabbed the young boy by her side by the ear and lifted him up.

After her son came to her feeling guilty about bullying the bedridden Midyoria, she immediately took him to the hospital to apologize to both Midyoria's mom and Midyoria himself.

She was horrified to hear even some of the things she did to the boy, not to mention the boy being the son of her friend at that! Her son even went as far as to keep out details which she only discovered due to the interrogation of his lackeys...supposed 'friends.'

She was furious! And she gave her son the beating of his life! One that she'll make sure he never forgets!

She was embarrassed and horrified having to tell her friend about this and felt guilty and sad when her friend burst into tears and collapsed onto Midyoria's body after learning the harsh truth of what was happening to her son at school.

She continuously apologized to Midyoria's mother and hugged her, while Bakugo, her son watched from the side forced to look down with his hands shaking.

Then Midyoria's body twitched.

Thinking he might have been waking up, they looked to Midyoria, only to freeze upon hearing a loud thump.

Turning around they found Bakugo had passed out, and to their horror, his clothes began staining with blood.

Screaming for help, nurses and doctors stormed in, surprised to find it was one of the visitors who was in critical condition.

Rushing him into another room, the Doctors were surprised to find this other boy, was undergoing the same situation as Midyoria.

Just what was happening? How could this even happen? Especially with there being no sign as to how the boy's quirk infected one of the visitors, the monitors didn't even pick anything up either!

Wounds continuously opened and closed across his body, his muscles, bones, and more were thickening and strengthening.

With two patients now going through the same thing, the Doctors became worried that it might start spreading to other patients and staff, so, they moved the two boys into an isolated containment unit that was designed to prevent biohazards and dangerous pathogens from spreading.

However, to their surprise, the boy who recently went unconscious awoke not even a few hours later in containment!

Bakugo, the boy who woke up, could be seen sitting on the edge of the bed, gripping and closing his fists as he sat in the room in silence, gazing upon Midyoria's body which was visible through a see-through wall.

"Bakugo? Are you feeling alright?" One of the Doctors asked, through a speaker while standing on the other side of some glass.

"I...think so, was...was it all just a dream?" He murmured after answering.

"Excuse me? We didn't hear you," The Doctor spoke up.

"I...what happened?" Bakugo asked.

"What do you remember?"

"...I think I passed out?" Bakugo spoke, unsure.

"What else? Are you feeling any pain? Do you know why you lost consciousness?" The Doctor continued asking.

"I...I think I do," He commented before turning over his arm, revealing an object embedded in his arm that was not there before, and to the Doctor's surprise, the object seemed to glow.

"So it was all real...damn it Izuku, I'm sorry..." Bakugo sighed, rubbing the device on his arm.

"What was real, what happened?" The Doctor asked, growing increasingly more concerned over his patient's mental health.

"...How long was I out?" Bakugo asked, avoiding the question while grimacing and rubbing the object in his arm.

"You were out for a little over six hours, why?" The Doctor asked.

"Ah...that explains it then, for me, it's been a little over a year..."

"A...year? What are you talking about?" The Doctor asked, becoming even more confused.

"It feels like a dream...one so vivid and clear that it's hard to describe...damn it Izuku...I am so sorry..." Bakugo answered before tears began streaming down his face.

Only when the boy calmed down, did he begin telling a story. A story of an island filled with dinosaurs, crazy cannibalistic tribes, and a place where he was at the bottom of the food chain.