A shared dream for everyone? Klein repeated " Admiral of Stars " Cattleya's words in his mind, vaguely understanding the current situation:
The Evernight of this dangerous sea connects the dreams of all creatures here!
Meanwhile, creatures that are not asleep at this time, because their Spirit Body are not in this dream realm, will lack the necessary protection and will be subjected to indescribable attacks.
As for why such an attack would result in disappearances rather than immediate death, Klein had never personally experienced anything similar and could not possibly guess.
As his thoughts raced, Klein turned his gaze from Cattleya back to the magnificent city across the cliff, wondering with some curiosity:
"If this world is truly a collection of interconnected dreams of individual creatures, then whose dream does this unimaginable city belong to?"
He stared for a few seconds before asking:
What is its name?
What is the name of this city that could only exist in myths and legends?
" Admiral of Stars," Cattleya stared blankly ahead, muttering as if in a dream:
"I don't know... Every time Dream Divination here, I have the chance to see it, but I can never get close to it."
She said it was somewhat similar to the Giant King's Court of Feysac.
"She must have had her own guesses, but she never told me."
She? That " Mystery Queen "? The Giant King's Court is the seat of the Church of the Church of the God of Combat... Klein looked around and said carefully:
"I'm going to look around."
He believed that the " Future " would not stay in this area for only a few days, and that he would definitely encounter more Evernight and enter this dream world more often. Therefore, in order to prevent accidents and obtain information, some exploration was necessary.
And exploration undoubtedly requires companions.
Cattleya remained seated with her knees drawn up, her tone still elusive:
"No interest."
... This is not something a mature pirate general should say. He could have been more tactful. "Lady the Hermit," you're acting like a capricious young girl right now... Klein paused, almost doubting that he had misheard. This contradicted his image of the " Admiral of Stars."
Remembering that Gehrman Sparrow also had a side to him that wasn't afraid of getting dirty or suffering while doing volunteer work, he immediately felt relieved and quickly came up with a guess:
The " The Hermit " Cattleya is not fully conscious in her dreams; she is aware that she is dreaming but cannot effectively control it!
In other words, she will unconsciously reveal the emotions she keeps hidden deep inside and the parts of her personality that she usually suppresses.
No wonder she said she could never get close to that miraculous city across the way, because she simply lacked the will to explore... Klein thought for a moment, then deliberately asked tentatively:
"We might find something here."
"No," Cattleya answered without hesitation, but without shaking her head. "I'll wait here, I'll wait!"
He was indeed in a half-awake, half-asleep state... Klein judged from the other party's reaction and tone.
He wasted no more time, turned around, and leaped off the boulder.
Snap!
Klein's feet touched the ground, and he subconsciously glanced back:
" Admiral of Stars " Cattleya remained seated with her knees drawn up, alone. The frozen Twilight of the city across the way shone upon her, casting a long shadow that intertwined with the shadows cast by the withered trees.
A gentle mountain breeze blew, and the shadows swayed slightly. Cattleya made no move, stubbornly waiting for something.
At this point, a " Psychiatrist " is needed to interpret the emotions in the dream, which has nothing to do with the revelations gained from Divination... Klein pursed his lips, looked around, and began to search for a direction to explore.
He discovered that to the left, right, and back were rows of black monastery buildings, separated from the cliff by towering walls. No matter where he wanted to explore, he could not avoid the monastery unless he jumped off the cliff.
Having no other choice, Klein went straight to the dark gate of the monastery.
The gate was nearly ten meters high and didn't look like it was made for humans. Klein looked at it for a few seconds, took a breath, and stretched out his hands, placing them on either side of the door crack.
A creaking sound immediately followed; the weight of the door exceeded Klein's expectations. His muscles bulged, and his face flushed red, but he could only slightly shake the door, unable to push it open.
Fortunately, this is a dream. As long as one believes logically, one can increase one's power without actually activating the " Creeping Hunger "... Klein exhaled the breath he had been holding, causing the glove on his left hand to turn pale.
Amidst a flickering, eerie green light, he gained the power of a " Living Corpse," his arms suddenly thickening and his legs abruptly expanding.
tie!
A heavy scraping sound rang out, and the door slowly opened, revealing the scene inside.
Two somber towers and rows of black buildings are connected by covered bridges, enclosing a wide gray stone plaza.
The square was riddled with holes, studded with huge arrows, and several bonfires burned, suggesting it had been attacked.
Klein walked through the doorway into the square, where he unexpectedly, yet predictably, saw Frank Lee, Nina, Ottolov, and others.
Is this their dream? It doesn't seem like it... Or perhaps, each person's dream is limited to their own, and then randomly appears somewhere in this world? Klein guessed uncertainly.
Frank Lee was closest to him, shoveling rubble with a shovel, with white bread, toast, and pan-fried fish lying next to him.
Is he planning to use them as fertilizer to grow something? He's even dreaming about planting... Klein leaned closer and casually asked:
"What are you doing?"
Frank continued moving, but a smile appeared on his face:
"I've cultivated some small creatures; they need to burrow in the soil for a period of time before they can grow and reproduce."
"What are they for?" Klein asked, both curious and worried.
Frank said with a broad smile:
"They are a type of hybrid bacteria that can make bulls produce milk, so we will harvest more milk and allow more people to drink good milk."
"Let those bulls go... "Klein's face twitched as he said.
Will it succeed?
"The results are fine, but I'm worried they might not reproduce," Frank said, frowning.
May Death always favor them... Klein prayed, then walked past Frank Lee toward the entrance of the black building across the square.
Along the way, he passed Nina and the navigator Ottolov, who were sitting next to a collapsed stone pillar, drinking heavily.
"Have you ever thought about leaving the pirate crew when you get older, finding a man to marry, and settling down somewhere? I don't think anyone wants to spend their whole life adrift at sea." Ottolov took off his pointed soft hat, revealing slightly graying hair.
His eyes and tone conveyed to Klein that his unspoken message was. "If you're interested, could you consider me?"
"Captain, you're old enough to be Nina's father. You should think about your health..." Klein, who was passing by, overheard the conversation and couldn't help but mutter a sarcastic remark.
Nina gulped down her drink, glanced in a certain direction, and said:
No, that's not the life I want.
"Before joining you, I tried to settle on the east coast of Feysac and stop being a pirate, but I couldn't stand the dullness at all. Every day was just carrying wood and moving things. I had to stay at home at night. I couldn't go to bars or go hunting in the wild. There was no change at all! And I had to endure all kinds of criticism and those annoying guys. I was afraid of the police even if I wanted to beat them up!"
"It's better on the ship. Although it's boring most of the time, I can often go to different places and see different things. Hehe, even the most boring times can be used to torture those guys, train them into qualified pirates, and tell them that the one who performs best each month can spend the night in my room, and then watch them excitedly and thrilledly enjoy the torture. Of course, spending the night and going to bed are two different things, not the same thing, it depends on my mood."
"A true female pirate... Everyone has different desires..." Klein commented succinctly, not believing that Nina's thoughts were necessarily Error.
I don't slander her choices, but if she continues to kill, burn, and rob, I wouldn't mind using her head for a bounty the next time I encounter her... Klein withdrew his gaze and arrived at the place that appeared to be the entrance to the black building and towers.
Subconsciously, he glanced to the side and saw that the shadow in the corner, though seemingly normal, actually evoked a different feeling.
" The Bloodless " Heath Doyle? Even in his dreams, he lurks in the shadows? Based on my effective psychological knowledge, this is a sign of extreme insecurity... Klein pushed open the entrance door, which was also nearly ten meters high.
With a creaking sound, his gaze suddenly froze.
Behind the main entrance is a spacious hall supported by two rows of sturdy stone pillars.
The hall was dark, devoid of candlelight, but as the main door opened, outside light streamed in, making the space clearer.
Klein saw brightly colored murals, often in gold, on the walls and ceiling. They were connected to each other without gaps, giving the place a grand and sacred feel.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
A figure stood with his back to Klein, chopping a long, massive log with an axe, seemingly doing something unknown.
The figure, dressed in a white shirt and black vest, didn't resemble any of the pirates on the ship.
Someone else in this area? Or those mysterious eyes that were watching the deck and me? Klein's heart sank. He slowed his pace and cautiously approached, coming to the side to get a clear look at the figure.
He was a young-looking man with short, blond hair parted in a side parting and bright green eyes that were focused and serious.
"What are you doing? Where is this place?" Klein asked cautiously.
He instinctively believed that the other person was not the owner of those mysterious eyes.
The young man raised his hand and touched his earlobe, saying without turning his head:
"Why are you asking these questions? My boat has sunk, and I'm busy building a canoe. I don't have time to talk to you."
... Klein thought for a moment and then asked:
"Who are you?"
"Who am I? I'm unlucky Anderson. Ever since I saw that mural, I've been plagued by Misfortune." The young man pointed in a direction.
Following his finger, Klein saw a mural.
The mural depicts a sea of burning flames, split in the middle to create a path.
Along the road, there was a long line of people, some bowing their heads in devotion, others kneeling on the ground, their goal the depths of the sea.
Their leader was a tall, thin man with long silver hair, gentle features, closed eyes, and layers of wings on his back.
This... Klein's pupils suddenly contracted.
He recognized the leader in the mural!
That was the " Angel of Fate " that Little " The Sun " showed off!
That's the " The Tail Devourer," Ouroboros!