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[Alexandr Korol]

who kept turning into a beast. He was a doctor, I think, and Chloe fell in
love with him. It was that actor, and it makes sense — how does the brain
work? It personified that energy, the code of this devil, in my dream.
And this guy starts grabbing me by the neck, choking me, and leading me
forward, holding me by the neck from behind, saying he’s going to settle
the score with me now. After that, I wake up, and I am told that this dream
is something I must absolutely describe in the book. This is the essence
of what I am still missing in the tenth volume — describing what other
qualities, so to speak, exist in a person that they must be freed from to
become even whiter, even purer. And do you know what the meaning of this
dream is, and what was shown to me? This system, which creates books
through me, wants to show me and you that if you are even slightly rude to
someone over the phone — it doesn’t matter if it’s a taxi driver or a courier —
if you curse them or promise them they’ll have problems, then immediately,
in the near future and under different circumstances, the system will
launch a physical attack on you. Since you attacked, the system immediately
attacks you back, but for real.
Whenever you use foul language, a threat, or even mentally harbor a grievance
against someone, they will come for you immediately. It will happen such
that someone will snap at you like that, or a client at work will lash out at
you, or someone will file a complaint against you, or some drunk person
on the street will just harass you and hit you in the head. Imagine, there
will be an immediate reaction like that. And so the system asked me to
explain this to myself once more — because I was precisely working on this,
seeing that such weaknesses can slip through, or rather, used to slip through.
It wants me to record this in the book so that every reader knows: you
cannot do this, otherwise, there will be an immediate blowback like that.

Also of interest: I met with those closest to me, of course — friends, relatives,
staff. And imagine, I meet with one person, a girl, and she has remained
in the underworld. I can clearly see it; even though we sat at the same table,
it’s as if I am in my own world — one that is very kind and magical, where you
are focused, on the rise, cheerful, and full of energy. And I look, and sitting
before me is a person who seems exhausted, as if there is no energy in them.