Prison in a Dream

"You can sail a boat, right?"

As Luther flipped through the manual that [The Hanged Man] had given him, he asked Anderson had climbed onto the ship, a question.

"I know a little bit. After all, I have to make a living at sea."

Anderson replied in a low voice.

He inspected the ship, checking the condition of the masts and sails, and the sealing of the interior walls of each cabin. During the inspection, he became increasingly convinced that the ship could not be sailed away by just two people.

"That's good. I have the theoretical support, and you have the practical experience. If we cooperate, getting this ship out of the water won't be a problem."

Luther laughed.

We don't have enough people.

Anderson glanced at him and couldn't help but speak.

How many are missing?

"It'll take at least ten days!"

Anderson was seriously answering the academic question when he turned around and was so shocked that he jumped up.

Then, Alexander Gascoigne, who claimed to be Missionary, grabbed his left wrist with his right hand and ripped off his entire arm!

What are you going to do?

He said with a hint of doubt, "I'm ready to jump ship and escape at any moment."

It's because they're using the "Secrets Suppliant" Pathway; even if they're not True Creator, they're still this crazy!

Prepare the crew.

Luther said calmly, throwing the arm he was holding away.

Thump, thump.

The bloodied arm rolled down to the middle of the cabin and dissolved into a pool of blood. Then, ripples began to appear on the surface of the blood.

To Anderson's astonishment, a blood-red hand emerged from the blood, followed by an arm, a head, and a complete human body crawled out. Except for its crimson color, it appeared to be about the same size as a normal human!

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Anderson's expression became quite interesting.

Blood continued to be produced, resulting in a second, a third, and ultimately ten Flesh Puppet.

"See, now we have all the necessary personnel."

Luther smiled and told him that the missing left arm was slowly repairing itself. First, bone grew, then muscles and blood vessels became entangled, and finally skin was wrapped around it, a bizarre and terrifying sight.

"Yes, yes."

Anderson's forehead was sweating, and he forced a smile.

Although he had obtained the ship, Luther did not set off immediately, but instead familiarized himself with operating it. Anderson —who was visibly very reluctant—led his Flesh Puppet to experiment with sailing.

The learning process took about an afternoon, Luther had basically mastered the basic operations. For most people, they would need more time to practice further in order to deal with the various unexpected events that might occur at sea. But Luther could make up for it with his Beyonder Ability, such as using the ability of the "Wind-blessed" to create wind and directly blow the sails.

"That's about enough, let's prepare to leave the island."

"Luther said from the bow."

Where to?

Anderson felt a sense of unease.

"Go deeper."

"Um, aren't you planning to leave this area?"

Anderson asked tentatively.

To be honest, he was terrified and genuinely wanted to leave. All his companions who had come in with him were dead, and he didn't want to follow in their footsteps.

Unfortunately, the ship's owner didn't think that way.

It will only be more dangerous inside.

He tried his best to persuade him.

"I know."

Luther replied simply, "I have my own purpose in coming to this area, and I won't leave until it's accomplished."

"Oh well."

Anderson, seeing this, was helpless and could only nod, praying in his heart that he would return safely.

"Then..."

Before he could finish speaking, darkness suddenly enveloped the surroundings.

Night has fallen once again.

The Evernight here are extremely dangerous; if you don't sleep, you'll face a crisis!

The two exchanged a glance and then went into the cabin.

Luther lay down on his bed and casually pulled Luna to the headboard. He closed his eyes, preparing to Dream Infiltration.

To be honest, he was still a little uneasy about this Dream Infiltration, unsure how to explain it to the Queen Mystic. After all, she and the King of the Black Throne were fighting to the death for the key that belonged to her father, but he had ended up binding her to it.

I hope she can forgive me.

Luther thought to himself, his emotions fluctuating, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.

Fortunately, he quickly adjusted his mindset, cleared his mind through meditation, and successfully fell asleep.

Luther returned to the Black Monastery from his Dream, and what came into view was the library where the Queen had been before.

However, the library has now changed drastically.

Flames leaped and burned between the Bookshelves; the corpse of a large rabbit in a tuxedo, riddled with bullet holes, lay scattered on the floor alongside a squad of torn toy soldiers. The Queen still stood on the spiral staircase.

Opposite her, Barros remained seated in his wheelchair. Several venomous snakes, spitting fire, coiled around him, while illusory figures slowly emerged behind him.

They fought within the Dream!

Luther's appearance immediately attracted the attention of both sides.

Before Barros could react, the Queen had already looked at him.

"Brush!"

Her eyes sparkled, and a strange tremor ran through Luther's body.

It's teleportation within Dream!

Luther had been drawn here in the same way before, so he immediately realized that the Queen was trying to send him away, away from Barros's influence!

He did not resist, but let the force carry him away from here.

"Boom!"

The fire serpent beside Barros immediately spewed flames, but it was too late; the flames landed on the floor, and Luther had already vanished.

The surrounding scenery instantly turned pitch black, almost making Luther think he had returned to the real night. But after a moment's observation, he realized he hadn't woken up and was still in Dream.

Where did that dark-skinned Queen send me?

"Boom!"

Luther opened his palm and created a crimson fireball.

The firelight instantly illuminated his surroundings, and he realized that he seemed to be in a prison. Layers of iron bars separated the cells from the corridor. Through the gaps, he could see rows of similar single cells opposite.

What kind of weird place is this?

Luther muttered to himself.

He guessed that he was still inside the Black Monastery, but he didn't know his exact location or why the Queen had sent him there.

"Let's escape first, get out of here."

Luther thought to himself as he walked to the iron fence.

"Brush!"

Lava instantly spewed from his palm, creating a longsword gleaming with eerie blue flames, which sliced through the fence.

"Laugh"

The railing vaporized instantly, leaving a smooth cut and creating a huge void.

Luther strode out of the cell.

He planned to explore the area and find out why the Queen had sent him here.

The eerie blue flames illuminated the corridor, adding a strange hue to the already dark environment. Luther continued down the corridor, finding the cells empty and locked, unable to be opened.

However, one of the cells was open, the room was messy, and a key was stuck in the lock.