Chapter 610: The Dream Realm
Chapter 610: The Dream Realm
"But... can we really defeat all the Nightmare Messengers quickly?"
After the Horned Man finished explaining the tactical details, one of the Pisces Division Cleaners who had spoken earlier added with a worried expression:
"The other Nightmare Messengers are fine, but that Snow Maiden can make Holy Spirits kneel before her. Even if she isn't a True God yet, her level shouldn't be too far off."
"She can be dealt with by the Goddess of Dreams."
Abigail, who had just recovered from the previous crisis of almost being devoured, her face still somewhat pale, spoke up:
"The Snow Maiden is an elite Holy Spirit close to the level of a True God, while the Goddess of Dreams is a former True God who has suffered a great loss of power. Their current levels should be quite similar, and the Goddess of Dreams might even be slightly stronger. With our help, she should be able to suppress and defeat the Snow Maiden without much difficulty."
"However, I'm not sure about the Goddess of Dreams... Although she emerged from the Pisces Director and seems to have a contract with the Bureau, it doesn't necessarily mean she's on our side. I'm concerned she might have other plans or not put in her full effort when facing the Snow Maiden."
"So... we need another backup plan..."
"..."
Seeing the crowd of Cleaners turn to look at her as Abigail finished speaking, Lyon couldn't help but blink and then offer them a sincere smile.
"I'm willing to be that backup."
"..."
You're willing to be the backup, but we're a bit hesitant to let you do it...
Looking at Lyon's gentle and sincere smile, the Cleaners couldn't help but feel their scalps go numb as they remembered his previous insane behavior when he was trapped in the dream realm. Abigail, who had almost been devoured, instantly lost all color in her face.
In terms of strength alone, Lyon was definitely qualified to be the backup, especially after winning a four-hundred-to-one battle. It would likely take a True God to defeat him.
Speaking of combat power, this madman's strength could be said to surpass the combined might of these four hundred-plus Cleaners. If not for his limited ability to split himself, it would be difficult to capture all the Nightmare Messengers in one go. They might not even need the help of others; he alone could probably slaughter his way through that so-called Snow Crystal City.
But the problem was... while he had more than enough combat power, his mental state was a cause for concern. His bizarre abilities and twisted obsessions made people feel a chill in their hearts. What if he snapped during the battle and went on a rampage?
Hiss...
"Then... thank you, but... um... if possible, we'd appreciate it if you could just stand by and provide support, only stepping in when we encounter danger..."
Considering that they had no other choice but to accept the Goddess of Dreams' conditions, "Death" Mason, on behalf of the Cleaners, reluctantly agreed to Lyon's "kind offer," feeling like they were drinking poison to quench their thirst.
"Your Highness, the Goddess of Dreams!"
After dismissing the anomaly used for their "meeting" with a wave of his hand, "Death" Mason looked up and shouted to the impatient Goddess of Dreams floating above them:
"We accept your conditions and will continue with the third examination!"
"Humans are always so suspicious... Let's go!"
Despite seeing through the Cleaners' vigilance and precautions, the Goddess of Dreams, who had been waiting for half a day, said nothing. She merely hummed in annoyance, removed a shell that covered her body, and threw it towards the Cleaners.
Holy shit?!
Before the Cleaners could make out the details of the shell, it suddenly expanded a thousandfold, scooping them up from the ground.
The brilliant dream river above their heads suddenly stirred violently, and countless dreams that were once mixed together quietly separated into distinct, bizarre worlds.
These worlds, composed of countless bubbles of the same style, each possess vastly different qualities, and the experiences they offer are vastly different. Some are shrouded in gloom, some are vibrant and beautiful, some are filled with human shadows, and some are desolate and vast...
But regardless of how distinct these worlds are from one another, they share one common characteristic: in the area closest to the Goddess of Dreams, a massive shell hovers, carrying over four hundred figures.
...
"This is how the Dream Realm exists."
As Lyon looked up in surprise, gazing at the layers upon layers of worlds above, each existing simultaneously, a familiar voice sounded in his ear.
Amien, the Pisces Director, walked alongside Lyon, and Poop Girl stood by Lyon's side, gazing upwards at the fragmented dreamscape while explaining softly:
"Lyon, the Dream Realm is a non-material realm with no physical entities. It's a unique world where everything is intertwined and overlapping. The Soul-sink Abyss, Lost Paradise, Moonclimbing Well Path, Floating Earth Valley, Solitary Mountain, Leaf Sea Return—these places represent different dreams, existing simultaneously yet distinct from one another.
The existence of the Dream Realm is special. Although we are currently in the Lost Paradise of the Goddess of Dreams, we are not solely confined to this place. We simultaneously exist in every layer of the Dream Realm.
The difference lies in the fact that only here are we truly real. In the other Dream Realms, we are merely figments of someone's dream. Only a True God can turn these intertwined dreams into reality, separating the Dream Realms and allowing us to travel between them..."
"...
Although I didn't quite understand, thank you for the explanation, Senior.
Lyon blinked, only half understanding, and together with the others, they stepped onto the Goddess of Dreams' shell and fell from the shattered Lost Paradise. They descended through layers of surreal dreamscapes, their bodies transforming in ways unique to each Dream Realm. Sometimes they regained human form, sometimes they sat on divine thrones, sometimes they soared through the skies, and sometimes they experienced cycles of life and death...
Various unimaginable oddities appeared one after another. In one of the Dream Realms, Lyon even encountered a version of himself from about five to six minutes ago.
"We are now at the border between Lamenting Cemetery and Shadow Corridor, between the realms of recurring dreams and precognitive dreams."
Glancing at Lyon, who was standing not far away, looking shocked, Amien's silhouette elongated, becoming countless overlapping figures, all speaking in unison:
"Upon entering Lamenting Cemetery, you will repeatedly relive everything you do and encounter your past self. Shadow Corridor, on the other hand, leads to the future, allowing you to glimpse one of the numerous possibilities that could unfold.
Ideally, with the protection of a True God, these two worlds should be distinct from each other. However, the Goddess of Dreams seems to have suffered a severe injury, and thus, she couldn't completely separate these two Dream Realms..." Lyon, beneath Shadow Corridor lies the Soul-sink Abyss. We're almost there."
Have we finally arrived?
Smiling at his past self from five minutes ago, Lyon watched as his past self jumped in surprise, and he couldn't help but ask curiously:
"Senior Amien, what about the Soul-sink Abyss? What is it like?"
"The rules of the Soul-sink Abyss are simpler."
Countless Amien Seniors spoke in unison, their figures flickering in and out of existence:
"Once you enter the Soul-sink Abyss, if you don't have the protection of a True God, the nightmare you fear the most will manifest behind you."
(End of Chapter)
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