Gwen strolled in this lucid dream.
He did not know the principle behind this change, but he guessed that the reason for this change was most likely related to the unlucky cultist of the Eternal. In the process of devouring the remnant mind of the cultist, he came into contact with the fragmented knowledge of the Eternal. The fragmented knowledge was not as simple as memory data. As the 'knowledge' of the supernatural, it was a kind of power in itself.
It gave Gwen the ability to move in the lucid dream.
As Gwen walked, he created something in his hands from time to time according to his thoughts. In the process, he found the limitations of this' creation '. Probably because he had not obtained the true power of the Eternal, the things he created in the dream still had the characteristic of 'fantasy'. They only had the appearance of being fake, but they had no real function.
The drinks he made had no taste, and the mobile phone he created based on his memories could not be turned on.
And those fantasy items that did not exist in the real world could not even maintain their appearance for a long time.
But it was from this incomplete and useless ability that he continued to understand the nature of this special cult of the Eternal, and their possible purpose.
Immersed in the eternal dream, trying to find relief in a false world — this was probably the pursuit of the Eternal. In Gawain's opinion, their ability to create illusions in the Dream World had reached a level where they could pass for the real. In fact, if one didn't know the truth in advance, anyone who entered the Dream World of Eternal Sleep would instantly lose themselves in that false world. And for those with weak willpower, even if they knew the truth in advance, it was easy for them to indulge in the various beautiful things in the imaginary world.
Although the outside world described the Eternal as' experts in creating nightmares', after Gwen devoured the remnant mind of the cultist, he vaguely realized that the cultist's real pursuit was probably a beautiful dream, and creating nightmares was just a means to achieve their goal.
Gwen walked through the long corridor. In this unfamiliar place, his mind was as calm as water, and his thoughts were extraordinarily agile.
To paraphrase a sentence from his previous life, people who indulged in the virtual world were mostly escaping from reality. And in Gwen's view, the Eternal were like a group of virtual fanatics who escaped from reality. But what part of the real world were they escaping from?
Was it the collapse of society and deterioration of the living environment caused by the demonic wave? Was it because of the changes in the religious structure and the exclusion of other sects? Or perhaps … the truth behind the gods' deaths?
At the end of the corridor, a heavy oak door stood in front of him. Gwen frowned. He saw a familiar emblem on the oak door. It was the emblem of the Kant Family.
Was it because he had been paying attention to the Kant family recently, so their family emblem appeared in his dream? Or … was this really Kant Castle?
Gwen frowned as he looked around. He was sure that he had never been to this place before. Under normal circumstances, there would not be anything that was beyond one's memory or cognition in a human's dream. Even if there were bizarre things, it would most likely be a distorted version of what one had seen on a daily basis. However, everything in this dream was stable and orderly. Even the patterns on the walls and the radiance of the magical crystal lamps were flawless. Thinking of the mind of the Eternal Sleeper that he had devoured, Gwen suddenly suspected that this scene was born from the memory of that cultist.
That cultist had been active in Kant Castle?
After hesitating for a moment, Gwen reached out his hand and pushed open the oak door in front of him.
Behind the door was a cellar-like space. It was broad, deep, and covered in dim light. As an underground structure in the castle, the size of this' cellar 'was far beyond what was necessary. It was as if the banquet hall on the surface had been moved underground. In such a spacious and unusual space, Gwen saw many vertical pillars connecting the ground and the stone ceiling above. There seemed to be words on the surface of those pillars.
Gawain approached one of the pillars and was surprised to see that there weren't any words on it, but deep scratches made by countless fingernails!
The moment he saw these scratches, Gwen felt that his vision was suddenly blurred. Then, a lot of water-like ripples appeared in the dim space in all directions. In the ripples, countless vague things broke away from the 'disguise' at the subconscious level and appeared in front of Gwen.
They were phantoms that resembled humans. They had translucent, grayish-white bodies, as well as blurry faces that faintly revealed numb expressions. They stood there in layers, their incorporeal eyes staring blankly at the center of the "cellar."
When these phantoms appeared, they gave Gwen a fright, but the latter immediately realized that these phantoms did not notice his existence at all. Or rather, these phantoms probably did not have the ability to think at all.
After calming down, he looked in the direction where the phantoms were looking and saw that in the center of the 'underground hall', there was a stone platform. On the platform, there was a huge and gorgeous coffin.
Gwen frowned, walked through the countless phantoms around him, and walked toward the huge coffin. But when he was halfway there, he heard an illusory and vague voice in his ears. The voice seemed to be two people talking, but it was intermittent and difficult to distinguish. Gwen carefully pricked up his ears and heard a few words clearly:
"… How I hope that this is just a nightmare. When I wake up from the nightmare, everything will still be beautiful …"
"… What's the difference between a dream and reality …"
"I … don't know what to do. I've lost them …"
"The Eternal Sleeper will help you. Don't be afraid. Don't believe those slanderous rumors about us. Just like seven hundred years ago, we are still committed to saving all living beings from pain. It's just that seven hundred years ago, we kept all living beings away from nightmares. Today, we keep all living beings away from nightmares …
"You just have to put it here and provide it with enough nutrients. Believe me, everything will be fine.
"Those who have passed away will eventually return. Not only in dreams, but also in reality …"
The conversation was low and vague, and there was serious distortion. Gwen could not even tell the gender of the person talking, but he was almost certain that one of the people talking was the cultist of the Eternal Sleeper that he had devoured!
After waking up from the dream, Gwen immediately called for Heti and Pitman.
"Ancestor, we've finished questioning the mercenary mage." Heti thought that Gwen called her to ask about the progress of the interrogation of the captives, so she said as soon as they met, "They are indeed working for the Kant family, but they don't know why their employer asked them to capture the refugees. Only one thing is certain — they have never seen the refugees they captured appear in the Kant estate as slaves in the future, nor have they seen any slave traders take those people away from the Kant estate. The refugees who were captured disappeared from the land as if they had evaporated."
Gwen frowned. "Sure enough …"
"Sure enough?" Heti was stunned, not understanding what Gwen meant. "Do you know something?"
"I'm afraid I have to go to the Kant estate immediately." Gwen had already made a decision before, so now he said straightforwardly, "The sooner the better."
This time, Heti was really shocked. "Go to the Kant estate? What are you going to do there? Are you going to personally ask Viscount Kant about the refugees? This kind of thing … "
"It's more serious than that," Gwen said solemnly. "I came into contact with a fragment of the heretic's consciousness when I was fighting against him. Just now, the content of those fragments emerged. I saw the heretic give something to someone in the Kant estate — most likely the current Viscount Viktor Kant. And that thing is an evil thing. It has been in that land for many years, decades, or even decades. During this time, it has been absorbing the souls of the living to grow!"
"An evil thing that absorbs the souls of the living?" Pitman was shocked. "Could it be that those refugees who were captured in the Kant estate …"
"Most likely they were fed," Gwen frowned. "That thing has grown to a very critical time, but it has not yet completed the final transformation. But once it completes … I'm afraid that all areas, including Tanzania Town, New Cecil, and the further north of Calor, will be shrouded in its power."
Gawain wasn't being an alarmist. When the dream was about to end, he could clearly feel the existence of a certain "object" that supported the dream world and was constantly growing.
He could feel the power spreading from the thing, and he could feel its influence on the minds of all human beings within a considerable range. Perhaps because he had swallowed the mental fragments of the original owner of the thing, Gwen had established a subtle connection with the thing, which made him almost 100% sure that once enough energy was absorbed, the cursed thing placed in the Kant family's castle by the heretics would erupt with terrible power, and the people of New Cecil and Tanzania Town would be involved in it!
Now that he had been threatened, he could not sit back and do nothing.
Gwen's serious attitude also infected Heti. The latter became nervous and a little worried. "Ancestor, you have risked your life once in Tanzania Town, this time …"
"No, it won't be so dangerous this time." Gwen shook his head. "As long as I find it in time, it will be no threat to me. I have a way to control it."
His answer was quite confident, which made Heti feel a little relieved. But the latter could not help but be concerned. "But if Viscount Viktor Kant has been completely bewitched and controlled by the heretics, will he harm you?"
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