Chapter 610

After the male with bull horns finished adding the final tactical details, the Fish Division cleaner who had spoken first reminded everyone with a worried expression:

“Other Nightmare Messengers aside, that Snow Maiden can make the Holy Spirit kneel before her. Even if she isn’t a True God yet, her level should be pretty close, right?”

“We can leave her to the Goddess of Illusion.”

Armin, who had recovered from the previous near-eaten crisis but still looked a bit pale, spoke up:

“The Snow Maiden is an elite Holy Spirit approaching True God status, while the Goddess of Illusion is a former True God whose strength has been greatly diminished. Their current levels should be relatively close, and the Goddess of Illusion might even be stronger. With our help, she should have no problem suppressing and defeating the Snow Maiden.

However, about the Goddess of Illusion… I can’t say for sure. Although she emerged from the Twin Fish Director and seems to have a contract with the Bureau, she may not necessarily be on our side. I’m worried she might have other plans or might not put in full effort when facing the Snow Maiden.

So… we need another layer of insurance…”

The cleaners all turned their gaze toward Leon after Alabaster Maiden’s words ended. Leon blinked involuntarily and returned them a sincere smile.

“I’m willing to be that insurance.”

The cleaners’ scalps instantly went numb at the sight of Leon’s gentle and sincere smile, remembering his疯狂 behavior when trapped in the dream. The blood drained from Alabaster Maiden’s face immediately.

In terms of strength, Leon absolutely qualifies to be this insurance. After all, he won against four hundred opponents, and it would probably take a True God to defeat him.

Speaking of combat power, this lunatic’s strength might even exceed the combined strength of these four hundred plus cleaners. If he wasn’t limited by his inability to handle multiple enemies simultaneously, there wouldn’t even be a need for them; he could likely slaughter through Moshin Ice City alone.

But the issue is… although his combat ability is more than enough, his mental state is somewhat questionable. His bizarre abilities and perverted habits make people instinctively feel uneasy. If something goes wrong in his mind and he suddenly loses control during the fight…

Sss…

“That… then thank you! But… um… if possible, please just stay on standby nearby, and only act when we encounter danger…”

Considering there seemed to be no other way besides accepting the conditions proposed by the Goddess of Illusion, “Death God” Mason, representing the group of cleaners, reluctantly accepted Leon’s “kind offer” with a feeling akin to drinking poison to quench thirst.

“Lady Goddess of Illusion!”

After dispersing the Anomalous Item [Spiritual Space] used for the meeting, “Death God” Mason looked up and shouted towards the Goddess of Illusion hovering above with an impatient expression:

“We accept your proposed conditions and will proceed with the third trial!”

“You humans are always so suspicious… well, let’s go!”

Although she saw through the cleaners’ vigilance and caution, the Goddess of Illusion waiting for half a day said nothing, merely letting out a dissatisfied hum. She then unhooked a shell covering her body and threw it down at the cleaners.

Wow?!!! Before anyone could figure out what was inside the shell, the smooth shell, with its perfect curve, suddenly expanded thousands of times over, directly scooping up all the cleaners from the ground.

Immediately afterward, the brilliant Dream River above their heads suddenly produced an incredibly violent fluctuation. Countless dreams originally mixed together quietly split into clearly defined strange worlds.

But regardless of how different these worlds were from each other, they all shared one common feature: at the position closest to the Goddess of Illusion, there floated a giant shell carrying more than four hundred figures.

…

“This is how the Dream Realm exists.”

As Leon looked up in amazement at the various worlds layered and existing simultaneously above, a familiar voice sounded in his ear.

After pulling the Twin Fish Director to his side, Big Sister Stool stopped beside Leon, looking up at the divided Dream River and explained softly:

“Leon, the Dream Realm is both a non-material world without any physical form and a special world where everything is completely blended and overlapped. Places like Soulfall Black Abyss, Lost Paradise, Climbing Moon Well Path, Reflection Hollow Valley, Lonely Mountain, Return Leaf Sea… These locations representing different dreams exist independently yet simultaneously.

The existence method of the Dream Realm is quite unique. Although our current location belongs to the Lost Paradise of the Goddess of Illusion, we aren’t actually solely here. We also simultaneously exist in every layer of the Dream Realm.

The difference is that only we here truly exist in reality, while our existence in the other Dream Realms is merely an illusion experienced by some creatures there. Only a True God can turn illusions into reality, separate the mixed Dream Realms, and carry us through them…”

…

None of the content within 69 Book Bar!

Even though he didn’t fully understand, Leon still thanked the senior for the explanation with a slight blink.

Together with everyone else, Leon stepped on the… shell of the Goddess of Illusion and fell from the ruined Lost Paradise, continuously plummeting through layers of bizarre worlds.

As they sequentially fell into different Dream Realms, their bodies changed in different ways according to the characteristics of each Dream Realm. Sometimes they restored human form, sometimes they sat on divine thrones, sometimes they soared in the sky, sometimes they experienced cycles of life and death…

All sorts of unimaginable strangeness appeared consecutively. Leon even exchanged a direct contact with himself from roughly five to six minutes ago in one layer of the Dream Realm.

“We’re currently at the boundary between [Retrospective Cemetery] and [Shadow Trail Corridor], the intersection of cyclical dreams and precognitive dreams.”

Looking at Leon nearby, shocked, Armin, whose figure had stretched extremely long and transformed into numerous overlapping silhouettes, explained simultaneously:

“After entering [Retrospective Cemetery], one repeats everything they do endlessly and encounters their past self; whereas [Shadow Trail Corridor] leads to the future, equivalent to having a precognitive dream, allowing one to briefly glimpse one possibility among countless futures.

Under normal circumstances, with the protection of a True God, these two worlds should be clearly separated, but the Goddess of Illusion seems to have suffered heavy injuries, so she couldn’t completely divide the two layers of the Dream Realm… Leon, below [Shadow Trail Corridor] is [Soulfall Black Abyss]. We’re almost there.”

Are we finally arriving?

Smiling at his own self from five minutes ago, and watching the other self get startled just like five minutes ago, Leon couldn’t help but ask curiously: “Senior Armin, what about the Soulfall Black Abyss? What exactly is it like?”

“The ‘rules’ of the Soulfall Black Abyss are simpler.”

Numerous shadowy Senior Armins spoke in unison:

“After entering the Soulfall Black Abyss, if you don’t have the protection of a True God, the nightmare you fear most will directly appear behind you.”

(End of Chapter)