Medici's Nostalgia

"Sleep? Here? Now?"

Luther frowned.

"That's right!"

Anderson set an example by immediately lying down on the beach. "This is the rule in these waters: if you don't fall asleep quickly, something terrible will happen!"

"What is it?"

Luther was somewhat skeptical, but he still sat down with the cat in his arms.

"You know nothing?"

Anderson was somewhat shocked. "Don't look directly at the midday Sun, don't try to challenge the Storm, and don't stay awake at night—these three are the most basic rules for this sea!"

Little did I know, before the Queen Mystic could even tell me all this, she ran into the King of the Black Throne.

Luther inwardly grumbled.

He felt that Anderson was not lying to him, and his Spirituality instincts seemed to be giving him similar hints, so he also lay down on the beach. He found that the sky above him was pitch black, like a pure black cloth covering the sky, and he could not see a single the Star.

It was somewhat similar to the scene he saw in his Illusion.

"You go to sleep right now, understand?"

Luther said to Luna.

"Meow."

The latter jumped off his chest, ran to his neck, curled up, and covered its face with its tail.

"Good."

Luther smiled and touched it, then closed his eyes as well.

Suddenly, an unexpected thought popped into his head:

What should someone with insomnia do in this situation? Hmm, wouldn't they feel anxious, then unable to sleep, and become even more anxious, until finally being swallowed by the Evernight?

Of course, as an extraordinary being, there's no need to worry about this. Luther relaxed his mind through meditation and quickly fell into a deep Dream.

In the gray, hazy world, Luther suddenly woke up.

Am I dreaming?

He immediately understood his situation. He felt a strange sense of nostalgia; the last time he experienced this kind of "lucid dream" was in Tingen, when Captain Dunn came into his dream Acting of Nightmare.

Luther looked around and found himself on a cliff.

Behind the cliffs are rows of black buildings, resembling the structure of Monastery.

Below the cliff are bottomless ravines that stretch endlessly to both sides.

On the opposite side of the cliff was an extremely magnificent mountain peak, upon which sat a splendid Royal City, composed of high city walls, towering Tower, and countless magnificent Palace.

The city was so enormous that it was unsuitable for people of normal size to live in; it seemed more like a city designed for Giant. The Sun hung obliquely on the horizon, bathing the Royal City in golden light.

This city possesses an indescribable epic quality, as if it will exist forever.

"Ha, I never thought I'd see this godforsaken place again."

Someone scoffed.

Luther turned his head abruptly and was surprised to see an unexpected figure.

Medici, clad in black iron armor splattered with blood, crossed his arms and gazed into the distance at the magnificent Royal City. A mocking smile played on his lips, his face riddled with rotting wounds, and his red eyes reflected the golden glow of the Royal City.

Although He spoke sarcastically, a look of longing still welled up in His eyes.

Why are you here?

Luther said coldly.

This guy invaded my Dream?

"Because I dream too." Medici turned to look at Luther. "Don't think I've invaded your space. This is Dream created by all the creatures of this entire sea."

He seemed to have guessed Luther's thoughts and said coldly.

Unlike his usual sarcastic remarks, Your Excellency "Red Angel" seems to be in a bad mood now.

Shared Dream?

Luther heard a peculiar word.

The Dream of all living beings are interconnected. Anderson previously said that terrible things would happen if people didn't sleep; does this mean that this Dream is protecting people's minds?

If that's the case, he might meet the Queen in his Dream.

You can give it a try.

But first, you need to stay away from that "Red Angel".

Luther carefully took a step back, observing Medici as he did so.

He showed no intention of paying him any further attention, but instead turned back to face the mountain peak, gazing silently at the eternal Royal City.

Gone, gone, those glorious days, that god bathed in holy light. Only this illusory, empty city remains, pretentiously appearing in people's Dream.

Luther was unaware of the other's sadness; he simply retreated cautiously, moving away from Medici on the cliff edge.

He didn't turn around until his back was pressed against the Black Monastery gate.

The Monastery gate appeared to be at least ten meters high, its doors tightly shut and seemingly impossible to push open. Instead of attempting to open it, Luther activated his Grazing, passing through the wall in Spirit Body form.

--Apart from Medici, the Lamb Soul did not leave his body; they came here with him in his slumber.

Behind the gate is a wide Square, and beyond that, there are Tower, covered bridges, and layers of buildings, making it difficult to see them all clearly.

Luther passed through the doorway and arrived at the nearby Square.

A bonfire burned and torches were stuck in the Square, presenting a scene of desolation.

Meow~

Just then, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Luna?"

Luther looked in the direction of the sound and saw a small black cat running swiftly from one end of the Square and jumping into his arms.

Sure enough, the Dream contained creatures from this sea area!

Luther, carrying the cat, headed towards the Square.

He soon spotted Anderson, who was busily chopping down a huge log with an axe.

So far, all three beings I've encountered have been relatively close to me.

He walked up to Anderson, lost in thought.

"Is this the canoe you're planning to make?"

He asked Anderson.

"Yes."

Anderson stood up, hands wearily on his hips. "It's too tiring to do this alone; the progress is incredibly slow. It would probably be much better if someone could help."

As he spoke, he kept glancing at Luther's reaction.

Luther chuckled to himself.

"Then you should work harder."

He decisively refused to help and continued walking deeper into the Monastery.

I don't recommend you go any further.

Seeing this, Anderson advised, "Some of the Hunter went on this expedition with me explored the Dream deeply and never returned. Their real bodies turned into terrifying Monster, causing us a lot of trouble and killing several people."

Is there danger deep within the Dream?

I'm also planning to go find the Queen Mystic.

Luther thought to himself.

Just as he was about to question Anderson in detail, the scene around him suddenly blurred, and when it cleared again, he was already in a room.

The feeling of the Dream hadn't dissipated; he must have been transported.

Luther cautiously surveyed his surroundings, and on a spiral staircase descending from it, he saw the Queen Mystic.