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Chapter 405: The World Cardinal Lanchi Desires
Chapter 405: The World Cardinal Lanchi Desires
Jailer Selena's attention was momentarily drawn to the young girl lying on the floor of the entrance hall on the fourth basement level of Helrom Prison.
Selena had never encountered such a situation before, where an immense amount of magic was required to construct an illusion that presented the girl with a "dream that could never come true in reality."
Correspondingly, the grandeur of this beautiful dream indicated the severity of her psychological trauma.
"There's an unimaginable delightful pleasure in seeing someone who is more unfortunate than I am... It seems you're the main course for today."
A strange light flickered in Selena's eyes, a mix of pleasure and obsession, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, forming a smile that was both sweet and chilling.
She walked towards the Great Lover poet with ceremonial steps, each movement feeling like a preparation for a meal.
As Selena knelt down next to the girl and closed her eyes, she slowly immersed herself in a brand-new world, the space around them rippling with unstable waves.
In that moment, the depths of Selena's heart were completely unleashed, and she felt as if she had shed the constraints of her physical body and was communicating directly with the space of her mind.
When she opened her eyes again, the scene before her was vastly different from the entrance hall of the fourth basement level of Helrom Prison.
She found herself floating in the sky above a world with an ever-changing sky that displayed a constant shift of colors, from the soft pinkish-blue of dawn to the golden-red hues of dusk. At night, the stars sparkled like diamonds scattered on black velvet, and occasionally, a shooting star would streak across, making wish-fulfillment seem instantly attainable.
Regardless of the pace of time, the climate remained pleasantly mild. Sunlight filtered through fluffy clouds, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of flowers and fresh air.
In the moments after arriving in this place, Selena instinctively understood the style of this world due to the magic of "Falling into a Gentle Dreamland." Here, conflicts and inequalities were rare, and people abided by rules and respected each other, making tragedies almost non-existent. Aside from that, there didn't seem to be much difference from the real world.
"What a childish fairy tale world..."
Selena snorted in derision.
She looked down disdainfully, observing the fusion of futuristic fantasy and classical nature in the architecture, which served both as living spaces and surreal works of art.
Transparent corridors connected floating structures, and some parts of the city seemed to defy gravity, hovering in the air as if one could reach out and touch the stars from their terraces.
Light refracted through the intricate architectural structures, creating a dazzling display of surreal colors.
Occasionally, there were unreal, hallucinatory shifts in the scenery, as if the "Falling into a Gentle Dreamland" barrier magic couldn't perfectly portray this world.
"Hehe, let's see me mess with your emotions and watch you fall apart. It'll be fun to see you break."
Selena was now certain that those who indulged in such protective dream-like fantasies were mostly pitiful souls with fragile hearts.
Like the noble young lady before, the more profound the psychological trauma, the more enchanting the gentle dreamland that entrapped them.
When observing someone's dream, one initially assumes a ghostly bystander state, having no impact on the progression of the dream.
However, if one wishes to interfere and delve deeper into the dream, they transform into a rationalized character, able to interact with the dream's owner.
After breaking through the dream's barrier,
Selena's form also materialized, and she found herself in another place.
She had become a maid in a mansion, holding a tray with a teacup.
Looking forward, on the spacious balcony of the second floor of the mansion, there was a young man sitting in front of a canvas, brush in hand.
The world around him seemed to breathe in sync with his brushstrokes, each stroke reflecting the environment of the horizon.
The young man seemed to notice her and turned his head slightly to offer a simple greeting.
The young man before her had dark hair and gentle green eyes.
Strange, Selena thought. The person lying on the ground should have been a dark-haired girl, but in her heart, she appeared as a beautiful young man.
The young man's presence seemed to be the core of this world, and with effortless brushstrokes, he effortlessly sketched the splendor of this mystical metropolis, exuding a sense of detachment and calm.
His painting seemed unbound by the rules of this world; instead, the world itself conformed to his will, striving to keep pace with his art.
Although it was not yet clear what lay deep within the young man's heart, Selena was in no rush to probe. She was adept at deciphering the dream spaces of others.
Selena approached him. "How much longer will you be painting, young master?"
She placed the teacup on a small round table near the young man, then folded her hands in front of her, the tray still in her grasp, as she stood by his side with a smile.
"I don't know," the young man replied nonchalantly, unconcerned by the passing of time.
"..." Selena maintained her smile, but inside, she was filled with mocking anticipation.
What a fool, entranced by this gentle dreamland. Even such mundane tranquility was enough to satisfy him.
"Are there any ladies you wish to meet today, young master? With such lovely weather, I think a date would be most appropriate, don't you?" Selena suggested, standing close by.
In the 'Falling into a Gentle Dreamland,' all it would take was to entice him to summon the person dearest to his heart, and she would surely find the chink in his armor that would break him irreparably.
This would be the person most capable of inflicting the deepest wounds.
"..." The young man paused in thought. "One of them is probably retired, another is at a family gathering, and the last one is focused on her career."
"If you wish, young master, I can make arrangements for you to meet the one dearest to your heart. I can ensure your schedule is clear for today." Selena hinted.
But... retirement? How boring. And a family gathering?
"That won't be necessary." The young man seemed indifferent, not even turning his head.
"..." Selena fell silent for a moment.
She sensed that he did hold a unique affection for these three women, but it seemed he didn't desire to possess them. He merely wanted them to be happy.
"What about a male companion, then?" she asked after a brief hesitation.
"You probably won't be able to find him." The young man's reply was immediate.
"..." Selena felt like cursing, but she held her tongue.
How dare he declare in her dream that she wouldn't be able to find that man? Was he truly that disdainful of others?
It seemed that his heart's wounds had nothing to do with other people. They must be tied to certain events and experiences.
"Young master, is there anything you wish to happen today?" Selena persevered, her tone gentle and calm.
Talking to this young man was exhausting; his answers were always askew, never giving her the response she sought.
But when probing another's dream, patience was paramount.
She was aware that such direct hints carried a higher risk of alerting him to the dream state, but with a difficult case like this, a direct approach was best.
Selena was confident that today she would find the clues she needed and witness the young man's defenses crumble.
"I wish for world peace," he said.
"..." Selena stood quietly for a long moment.
"I'm sorry, young master, but I need to step out for a moment." She left the room and went to a distant spot where her voice wouldn't carry.
"※! ※! ※! ※!" She shouted thrice, leaning against the wall to catch her breath. Once she had composed herself, she returned to the room, her expression and posture carefully arranged to resemble that of a maid.
(End of Chapter)
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