Chapter 613: Good Luck
Chapter 613: Good Luck
"It won't be long now, just hold on a little longer."
Hearing the slightly displeased inquiry from the Pisces Director, "Amien," who was pulled out of his Speedster state, smiled and then slightly crouched down, his gaze level with the Pisces Director. With a gentle and kind expression, he coaxed, "This game might be a bit boring now, but once we reveal the mystery, everyone will surely be delighted."
Will everyone be happy?
After hearing Amien's words, the Pisces Director blinked and then clenched her small fist, encouraging herself, "Alright, if it can make everyone happy, then Milky can endure a little longer."
"You're working so hard~"
Smiling, Amien patted the Pisces Director's head, but didn't say anything more. Instead, he transformed into two arcs of silver light, chasing after the backs of the cleaners ahead.
By the time they caught up with the main group, the cleaners who had gone ahead were already relying on their group-enhanced Speedster state, traveling along the dark waves of the River of Nightmares and reaching a deeper part of the Soul-sink Abyss.
With over four hundred dazzling silver light bands, they advanced towards the depths of the Soul-sink Abyss in a grand manner. Even with the potion from Amien to conceal their presence, it was impossible to go completely unnoticed.
As the cleaners hurried along, hundreds of thousands of nightmares were disturbed one after another, climbing out of the dream realms within the pitch-black river and following the cleaners, howling as they pursued the trail of silver light.
However, nightmares were not known for their speed, and most of them would soon be left behind. Only a very small portion could barely keep up with the cleaners' pace.
The nightmares in the Soul-sink Abyss also had relatively clear territorial divisions. Those few that could keep up would often be stopped by other powerful nightmares whose territories they passed through, so only a negligible number could actually catch up.
Facing these scattered attacks that posed no real threat, the elite cleaners participating in the promotion examination had no pressure in dealing with them. They effortlessly eliminated them one by one.
Even when a large group of nightmares gathered, Abigail, who was responsible for the rear defense, merely flapped her wings slightly, and the pursuing nightmares were purified in a shower of light feathers. They lost their ferocious appearances and shed all negative emotions, falling back into the River of Nightmares with peaceful expressions.
...
This group of cleaners was indeed capable, but they were just that—capable. They hadn't reached the level where they could break free of her control.
Hiding within the conch shell, the Goddess of Dreams had been watching the cleaners' methods of dealing with the nightmares. After witnessing their abilities, she finally felt a sense of relief.
The content of the third promotion examination she mentioned was not false, but there wasn't much truth in it either. At the very least, the so-called contract between the cleaners and the bureau was completely made up.
A contract that binds both parties and protects their interests can only exist when the power gap between them is not too significant.
Although the cleaners had declined in strength compared to the past, their foundation was still astonishingly solid. If they mobilized all their forces, they could still field eighty or so True God-level combatants, and even several Pillar God-level ones.
For the Goddess of Dreams, who had long fallen from her divine position and could now only be considered a larger-than-average Holy Spirit, the idea of an equal contract binding both parties was out of the question. Even getting a pie-in-the-sky verbal commitment from the cleaners was a special consideration given to her status as a native of the Dream Realm.
In such an unequal situation, the goals of defeating and enslaving seven Nightmare Messengers, re-condensing the Lost Paradise Fragment, and helping the Goddess of Dreams regain her divine position did not exist.
In reality, the third examination arranged by the cleaners was simply to investigate the sudden appearance of Snow Crystal City in the depths of the Soul-sink Abyss and observe the anomalies caused by the Nightmare Messengers, to see if it would lead to the premature revival of the Nightmare King.
As for why the Goddess of Dreams was brought along... it all boiled down to two words—usefulness.
She could be used to custom-design the examination venue at will, serve as a means of transportation through the Dream Realm, and even, if an investigation revealed that the Nightmare King was about to revive, she could use her opposite "attribute" to the Nightmare King to punish him for causing trouble.
As a test paper printer, public transport, and torture device, the Goddess of Dreams naturally understood her role and had been diligently performing the tasks of a "tool god" without daring to entertain any other delusions. That was until a small, golden knife was stabbed into her back by the elderly version of herself.
I'm so lucky! This is like a gift from heaven!
Looking down at the more than four hundred cleaners below, who were hurrying towards the depths of the Soul-sink Abyss, the Goddess of Dreams within the conch shell couldn't help but grin widely.
After being picked up by the Pisces Director, who was responsible for patrolling the Dream Realm, she had been at his beck and call for nearly fifty years, and had learned a bit about his soul state.
When she sensed that the Pisces Director's soul was undergoing an early replacement, likely due to an ambush, she immediately realized that this was probably her only chance in this lifetime! With the Pisces Director's soul already at a childlike level of intelligence, the only person who knew the true content of the third examination was herself.
As long as she took this opportunity to coax these elite cleaners into invading the Soul-sink Abyss and helping her capture the seven Nightmare Messengers, she would be able to drain their powers and gain access to the powers of the Nightmare King, allowing her to reclaim her divine position!
With a perfect plan, the Goddess of Dreams couldn't help but feel excited, rolling around in the conch shell. She wanted to laugh out loud but refrained, not wanting to draw attention to herself.
She laughed at the cleaners' lack of foresight, the Pisces Director's short-sightedness, and her own good fortune, not only escaping her prison but also finding an opportunity to... well, she discovered that the cleaners, who had been advancing at high speed, had suddenly and inexplicably come to a complete stop.
The tiny, palm-sized goddess hurriedly moved closer to the conch shell's opening, squinting as she peered outside.
(End of Chapter)
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