Reflection

Reflection

Besides spirit pets, the dreamscape had also added a special NPC.

No one knew where they came from, their gender was impossible to discern, and they called themselves White Dew.

Each time they appeared, they were accompanied by mist. Their dreamlike appearance carried a pleasant smile, and they always brought a few small gifts.

In this dark and bizarre place, White Dew was like a special ray of light, displaying the purest goodwill.

She was an ageless, immortal being. Her smiling appearance made her seem like a sweet, foolish girl who knew nothing, yet she remembered every interaction she had ever had with players.

She remembered when players encountered her and when they killed her. Even so, she merely laughed it off, then continued running into players and giving them little gifts.

If a player chose to become hostile and drew a weapon, she neither fled nor Counterattacked. Instead, she comforted the cultivator before her and observed the players here through Divine Ability: Command.

"Are you turning your weapons against me? It's not too late to stop now."

"Counterattack? There's no need. You must be very tired, right? It's okay if this helps you feel a little better."

"Not continuing? Good child, there's no need to blame yourself. It's already wonderful that you stopped before going too far."

"I'm sorry, but I have to leave first this time. Don't worry, though. We'll meet again next time.

Although she never attacked, White Dew's health bar was absurdly long. It took fifteen minutes to cut her down.

During that time, as long as the player stopped midway, White Dew would reveal a gratified smile, praise them for being a good child, and send them away.

Even if she died, she dropped nothing. She would still appear again next time and continue