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'Right, this is how it all ties together.'
'The "dreamy threesome" that Sylphy spoke of could very well happen in the future, given my nature. After all, we were already sleeping together before the Great Teleportation. If Isolte hadn't been in a bad mood, and with the way Isolte and Sylphy were getting along, and with Isolte's proactive nature, all these things considered...'
'It would have been almost inevitable.'
Allen focused, not letting his thoughts drift to strange places, and continued his analysis.
'And the dream I had in Buena Village... if I disregard the influence of the original novel's information in my head, I shouldn't have known that Sylphy was being bullied. So the information I saw was also from the future, and most importantly...'
'I was always "deceived" by the information I got from the book I read.'
'In that dream, I could clearly feel what Sylphy was thinking, what she wanted to do. I could even empathize with her darkest emotions.'
'Even the things she said to me—her appearance, covered in mud, her eyes without light, her words about how as long as her hair was dirty, it wasn't green—they all fit the absurdity of a dream. There was no way it could have been real.'
'But that was indeed a projection of her bleak childhood and a concentration of her dark emotions.'
'When I was reading the novel, the main focus of the early chapters was Rudy's perverted thoughts, so I never really empathized with Sylphy's tragic childhood. I never put myself in the shoes of a character like Sylphy.'
'So, that wasn't information that was already in my head. It was an external, "God's eye" view dream.'
'A "precognitive dream" from 'Lara's' embodiment.'
'All the information based on reality was piled together to create a grotesque dream that was beyond reality, yet reflected reality.'
'With this deduction, everything makes sense.'
Allen looked at the broken railing beside him, then suddenly looked up at the distant sea.
In the distance, thunder raged, and dark clouds squeezed against the black sea, connected by a hazy line.
Where was the sunrise from his dreams of the past seven days?
Allen squinted, turned, and walked down the deck towards the cabin. On the way, he took a basket of bread from beside the sailors.
Just then, Merna, stumbling out of her room, saw Allen's tense expression. She glanced at Leuf in the distance, lowered her head, and hurried towards him.
"Mr. Allen... Leuf's bread seems a little off... I don't like bread, so I ate very little. Even so, I feel very dizzy and sleepy..."
Allen interrupted her.
"Mm, come to my room."
"Mm, okay... huh???"
Allen ignored her and walked quickly. Merna, stunned for a moment, thought she had misheard. But when she saw Allen heading to the cabin she lived in, she could only stumble and follow him.
The ship was an adventure ship, not a pleasure ship like Ariel's. The floors were very low. It looked more like a three-story gun fort from a distance.
—Whether it was a prank by the other crew members, their rooms were on the inner side of the third floor, next to each other. They were the only two people on the third floor. Os, the North Saint, lived on the outer side of the second floor, and the rest lived on the first floor.
They were very far apart.
The two of them quickly reached Allen's room. He didn't even close the door. He turned and said to Merna, who had just entered and was hesitating whether to close the door.
"Wake me up in five minutes."
Merna was stunned again, thinking she had misheard. Seeing Allen already lying on the bed, looking like he was about to sleep, she said, "Huh? Okay, okay. Are you not feeling well? I'll go get the ones who know detox spells..."
"No."
Allen closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. But his mind was so agitated that he couldn't sleep.
He got up and took out a 'White and Black' from the basket beside him. He put the 'black tablet,' the shallow gray mushroom that numbed the nerves, in his mouth.
This Wang Sicong X, Virgil √ eating hotdogs JPG, left Merna completely dumbfounded. Before she could stop him, Allen turned and closed his eyes.
Asking a dream.
And so. Allen opened his eyes.
Before him, the red sun rose from the sea, and the morning glow was dazzling.
Below him, the waves crashed against the ship's rail, and the black-blue churned.
He looked down, his hand on the railing. A hand was firmly gripping his left hand.
It was very warm. So warm that in the time it took to close and open his eyes, the frantic anxiety of reality vanished.
His mind was at peace, and he even had the illusion of being in a sage's trance.
Allen tried hard to turn his head, but his body wouldn't obey.
After struggling for a long time without success.
The world suddenly shook, and he opened his eyes. He was on the bed. Just as he was about to get up, he staggered and rolled off the bed next to Merna, who was shaking him awake.
"Damn it, the dosage of this stuff is so strong."
Merna heard Allen's foul language and thought he was high on drugs.
And it wasn't that he put a lot of mushrooms in the food, but that he ate too much. Who eats a whole loaf of bread at once?
"You ate too much just now... I'll go get the detox mages..."
"No." The detox spell on the Dragon Saint Battle Aura crystal in his abdomen flashed. The medical miracle of Asura had appeared in the world.
Allen did a carp flip and stood up, looking refreshed. He said to Merna, who was looking at him with a numb expression, as if she was also high on drugs.
"Barrier spell. Merna, help me cast a barrier spell. Can we make it a higher level this time? You must have recovered a lot of mana and stamina. I don't trust those adventurers. I need to rest for one night."
Merna stared at Allen for a moment. Her tense expression from the poisonous mushrooms and Allen's bizarre behavior suddenly eased. She smiled at Allen.
"So Mr. Allen knew that Leuf's food was poisoned? But you didn't say anything because you don't trust anyone on the ship? You're a very prudent person..."
"Are you also high on drugs?"
"Huh?"
"Never mind. You're right. That's exactly what I thought."
"Okay, I'll go get the mana appendages. That way, the barrier spell will be more solid." Merna ran back to her room to get the mana appendages.
Allen looked at her back as she left, dressed in her priestess uniform. He felt that the minds of these religious people were truly simple.
This 'Holy Son,' who was supposedly the grandson of the Pope, even though his words and actions were confusing, they would naturally justify his behavior in their minds.
He had just verified the dream. If he looked at it as a precognitive dream, it was very clear.
One: The ship was the ship they were on. There was no problem; it was the future after they boarded the ship.
Two: A sunrise on the sea was almost impossible in this area of the composite dungeon, where no sunlight could be seen. The dream was clearly from a point in the future, but it couldn't be too far, because he couldn't stay on this ship for too long.
If the broken railing on his hand had been there for a month, it would have changed slightly.
But it hadn't.
The dream showed what was going to happen in the next few days.
But the way it was presented was different from the dream he had in Buena Village. First, he had no control over his body. It was more like being thrown into a certain point in the future, watching a fixed movie clip.
Most importantly, he didn't have that 'God's eye' omniscient feeling.
It was too limited, too passive. He couldn't get more useful information.
How to solve it?
It was simple.
Control the variables.
He would embody again and see if the dream changed.
The last barrier spell was a beginner spell. If he looked at 'reincarnation embodiment' as a whole, the level of embodiment was most likely determined not by the long plank of the four magics in the healing system, but by the shortest plank.
This time he would strengthen the barrier spell. Even if the healing and detox spells he got from Sylphy had a lower level, the overall embodiment level would be deeper than last time.
As for the problem Merna mentioned about Leuf, Allen decided to use the information he got from the dream this time to figure out how to deal with this 'companion' who was not quite right in the head.
You say he has a problem, but he didn't really try to kill everyone on the ship.
You say he has no problem, but he keeps making small moves and testing his patience.
Thinking this, Allen also remembered that he had frequently noticed Os, the North Saint, looking at him from the deck since noon.
He hadn't exposed Leuf directly for another important reason: Os's reaction was also very strange.
He didn't know why, and his words and actions were contradictory.
If he had been more direct and killed both of them, the ship might have mutinied. These people's minds were still normal, and they were purely driven by hope. If that hope of 'salvation' suddenly turned into the Grim Reaper's scythe, he didn't know what these drugged-up bastards would do.
He truly had no experience in sailing or piloting a ship. The useful ability of 'persuasion' was also gone with the Human God being blocked.
"I'm ready, Mr. Allen!"
Thump, thump, thump, Merna, with four things in her arms, ran back to Allen's cabin.
The so-called mana appendages.
They were just four pieces of cowhide with magic circles drawn on them. Cowhide was easy to preserve and waterproof. There were holes punched in the four corners with a blade, and they were used with rivet-like objects made of magic stones.
It was a complete set of barrier spell construction tools.
Allen watched as she nailed the cowhide to the four corners of the room and asked.
Allen had already figured out from her words this morning that Merna could cast a high-level barrier spell, but she needed this set of mana appendages.
"What's the difference between this and the magic circles on the mountain?"
Merna, using her body to block his view, stuck out her tongue. "This... the range is too small... This set of mana appendages is more like a collectible than a consumable. And the effect of this set of mana appendages is that I have to fill it with mana myself. The essence is still for me to cast it."
"As for the magic circles on the mountain, the range is large, but the mana consumption is amazing, and it takes a long time to draw. The benefit is that I just have to maintain the magic circles."
"Oh~"
After everything was ready, Merna placed her hands on the mana appendages, closed her eyes, and, with a pious expression, began to chant.
"God, please look upon this person who devoutly believes in you."
"Grant me the ability to withstand scorching flames." "Grant me the courage to withstand severe storms."
"A wall of protection." "A shield forged of a fortress."
A ball of light began to change shape from her hands. The moment it touched the magic circles, the four magic circles at the corners of the room lit up in unison. A bright glow, like a reverse rain, surged up from the four corners, gradually forming a circular barrier that even covered the ground.
Merna opened her eyes.
"Intermediate Barrier Spell—Holy Bulwark."
The light connected and gradually stabilized.
Merna let out a sigh of relief.
"It's done. Mr. Allen, you can..."
Slap, footsteps landed. Allen instantly appeared behind her and patted her shoulder.
"Thank you."
Then, under Merna's gaze, he took a step back, went to the bed, and took a bite of the light gray bread. He then lay on the bed with his face up.
The action was so smooth, as if he were drinking a glass of water before going to bed.
Merna:
Allen looked at the wooden grain on the cabin roof. The four magic circles in his abdomen were blown by an invisible wind and turned into dust. "Wait for me... a little over an hour should be enough. You should go rest now. Come wake me up later."
"Okay."
Allen closed his eyes.
His consciousness plunged into a chaotic dream.
The cabin was silent. After a while, Merna stood up straight and walked to Allen's side. She looked down at him.
"..."
"Mr. Allen's hair color is beautiful."
Merna quietly watched for a while, a smile appearing on her face. With her hands in the prayer position of the Milis Church, she knelt on the ground.
The scattered dust of the four miniature magic circles was reflected in her cerulean eyes.
"This is the second 'baptism' you have received."
"God, your 'Divine Child' has, as the prophecy foretold, come to the 'Archipelago' to drive out the filth."
"May you, as always, bless Mr. Allen."
Whether the hair color was beautiful or not, Allen didn't really think about it.
After closing his eyes, his thoughts quickly stagnated. It felt like an instant, yet also a very long time.
His blurry consciousness was carried by the sea breeze, swaying his thoughts.
Pat. Pat.
Something was dripping on his face.
Squeak, squeak. The sound of the groaning wood was endless by his ears.
Allen opened his eyes.
Darkness.
Swish!!! A flash of electricity!
The wooden planks of the cabin were cracked, and water seeped through like small fountains. The room was dark, with a fierce wind blowing in from all directions, accompanied by a torrential downpour.
Allen's entire body was soaked, and the bed was also soaked.
The cabin on the third floor was being ravaged by the storm.
The cabin no longer served as a shelter from the wind and rain.
Noise, from all directions, was the sound of the storm. Rain and wind pounded nearby, the planks wailed, and in the distance, humans cried and cursed.
Allen was silent for a moment, then sat up straight.
He turned.
Beside him, a broken mast had pierced through the entire cabin. The cabin looked like a tattered shelter.
Allen, however, had no time to look at this disaster of a backdrop.
Before him, fifty centimeters away.
A 'thing.'
Half of its face seemed to have been burned by scorching magma, and the skin and flesh flowed down from its face. The other half was gradually transparent. Its features were twisted, but one could still make out what the original owner of this face looked like.
It was staring at him, as if it had seen that he had finally woken up. It spoke with a voice that was unbearable to hear.
It was like the sizzling sound of magma flowing down a throat. It was also as if its windpipe had been pierced by the wind from all directions. There was no part of it that was whole.
His voice was hoarse, like the ravings of a person on the verge of death.
"Mr. Allen."
"I've come home."
It was Leuf's voice.
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