Coyote stood in the void, eyes narrowed, gears in his head spinning like a turbine.
Something no one's ever dreamed before, huh?
Easy to say. Hard to do.
He started small.
A truck? Yeah, this world has carts... but not with horsepower made of actual horses.
Then:
Smartphones? A camera that talks. Maps. Games. Infinite knowledge in your pocket.
Then more.
Skyscrapers. Bullet trains. Rocket ships. The internet. VR. Anime. Soda cans. Drones. Nuclear power. Planets. Memes. McDonald's. Global politics. shower-
The thoughts piled up like a tidal wave, surging higher and higher.
The air crackled. The void trembled.
The Dream God, floating still and silent until now, twitched.
His glow dimmed.
"…W-What… is in the mind of yours?" he muttered.
Coyote didn't stop. Couldn't. His Earth-born memories were spilling out like floodwaters through a broken dam.
The god's form shook. His radiance flickered. "This… This is not human."
His eyes widened in divine terror. "You're... You're a deity? A forgotten one? A… fragment of chaos incarnate?"
The pressure from Coyote's imagination was unbearable — not to Coyote, but to him.
The god fell to his knees, trembling.
"I-I beg your forgiveness, O unknowable one… I—!"
Shatter.
The being cracked like porcelain, light pouring from the seams.
And just like that—
He vanished.
The void rippled.
Coyote stood there, now alone. No god. No voice. Just... him.
A pulse of power echoed outward from his chest — like someone had struck a bell deep in his soul.
> What the hell just happened?
Before he could even ask aloud, glowing words etched themselves in the air before him:
[You have inherited the title: Dreamweaver]
[Tier-1 Authority granted – Dreams must be original and within mortal capability]
[Dreams that exceed your limit will backfire]
> Dreamweaver...? So I can make dreams real now?
He blinked.
A leaf formed in the air beside him — pure, green, perfect.
He touched it. It was real.
> Holy crap.
He grinned.
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