Chapter 213: God's Banquet (Part 1) 2 in 1 (with additional chapters)...

Dreamland, center? City.

Someone has to do something.

Walking on the path leading to the ziggurat, Harris said this to himself.

But when he looked up at the towering tower, a familiar feeling, similar to the laziness and the subtle sense of ease brought by the habit of enjoying comfort, came over him again. When he recalled what happened on the mysterious island again, it seemed as if there was a layer of fog between them, and there was no sense of reality.

"——Anyway! I'm going to go home first. As for Teacher Mena, I'll leave the matter to you guys!"

Mengya's suppressed excitement awakened Harris's thoughts.

When he looked up, Meng Ya had already run far away, leaving only a cheerful back.

"That guy must be secretly doing something dangerous."

Ivan - always called a dog nose by Mengya, but in fact he has a very good family background and was carefully raised? The young master said faintly, he was watching Mengya leave? His expression was indescribably complicated.

"Evan, do you like Mengya?" Harris asked.

Ivan's face suddenly turned red, "What a joke! Don't talk nonsense! How could I like that bad-tempered guy!"

He glared at his friend whose face was full of "strangeness" and muttered a few words, lowering his voice, "Harris, why do you think she always longs to go to the real world? Don't use such empty excuses as yearning for reality to perfunctorily answer me."

Although he said he didn't like Mengya, he actually mentioned her in every sentence. Harris complained in his heart while answering: "Ivan, everyone is different. Some like adventure, while others like to be conservative."

Ivan frowned, muttering something incomprehensible, and was about to chase after Mengya, but was stopped by his friend. He turned his head and saw Harris showing the same smile as usual.

"Teacher Mena still needs us to relay information about the mysterious island and the Lord of the Sea. Ivan, only if you tell them this information will they really take it seriously."

"But in fact, I don't understand why they let us back. Harris, you are the only one who knows their purpose-"

"It doesn't matter whether I know or not. The ones who make the judgment are the wise teachers of the God Tower. Ivan just needs to report what we encounter to them." Harris interrupted Ivan, his tone was still gentle, but Ivan slowly frowned, "I'm just a student with pretty good talent, but you are different, Ivan, the one standing behind you is one of the best families in the God Tower."

Ivan stared at Harris for a few seconds and said, "You seem to have changed a little."

Harris: "I'm thinking about how to hide the fact that you like Mengya, you know? I'm not good at lying."

Ivan's face suddenly turned red again, "I told you I don't like her!"

He paused, then said reluctantly: "Then I'll leave Mengya to you."

Harris's smile widened and he nodded.

At the moment when the two turned around, Ivan suddenly heard a voice behind him.

"We have been living in this false comfort, is that right?"

Ivan paused as he was about to take a step, his eyes darkened, and after a few seconds he said, "Harris, let me put it bluntly. You were not in good health when you were a child. If we lived in the outside world, you would not be alive today."

Harris: "You are really cruel."

Ivan heard footsteps behind him. He did not look back, but walked towards the direction of the divine tower, walking faster and faster, and before he knew it, he started running.

Damn it?! He cursed madly in his heart, one or two? They are all bastards! He must, must tell the teachers and them quickly, and then——

Stop Harris and Mengya!

…

Although he said he was going to look for Mengya, when Harris came to his senses, he suddenly found himself standing in the celebration square of Barbary.

This city that seemed to be forever immersed in joy and happiness was still carrying out a lively celebration. Amidst the joy and laughter, he walked to the statue of the god in the celebration square and looked up.

The long gaze may have attracted the attention of passers-by, and some people began to slow down their pace unconsciously.

When Harris turned around again, he was surrounded by a group of passers-by with unfamiliar faces, including young men and women, middle-aged couples, and even gray-haired old men leaning on crutches, and children holding floating balloons and sniffing their noses.

They gathered around quietly, staring at Harris quietly, without any sound, and their abnormal behavior exuded a strange atmosphere.

Overhead, colorful pieces of paper fluttered down and bright fireworks exploded.

Only the area around the statue seemed to be isolated in another space, dead silent and terrifying.

Harris was silent for a while, then asked, "When did it start to change?"

He looked at the local residents of Barbary with some sadness, "When did you start to yearn for the life outside?"

The silent atmosphere was broken, and a couple said: "When we discovered that we didn't have to step into the dream world to survive, from that moment on."

The old man who was trembling with a cane said, "We know you, Harris, a genius student of Shengbo Academy, an apprentice of Sage Mena, and is considered by countless people to be the youngest new generation sage in history... You, who are honored, should have contributed to the stability and construction of the Divine Tower and the Dream Kingdom like most students of Shengbo Academy. Child, you are a good child. Forget everything you have seen here and return to the path you should belong to."

The young man next to him continued, "Instead of standing here and questioning us because you noticed something unusual."

Harris: “No…”

"What?" The tavern owner, who showed his two strong arms, asked a question.

Harris said in a deep voice: "This is not the first time I have discovered something unusual."

"Please give up. I know better than anyone the dangers that can happen outside. If we step into that real world without any preparation, the consequences may kill everyone..."

"Child, you are wrong." The old man with a cane said, "Not all of us are going back to the real world, but some of us want to go to the dangerous real world to take a look. We have no intention of destroying the dreamland. Why can't we give everyone a choice to decide how to survive?"

At that moment, it was as if an electric current flashed through Harris's mind.

"Neutral faction...you are neutral faction?" Harris muttered to himself in disbelief, "Those neutral factions who appeared many times? And? Disappeared in an instant? It turns out that they have not really disappeared... They, you are all hiding in the dark. No, that's not right..."

The number of neutrals at the beginning can be counted on two hands. It is impossible for there to be so many people.

Since when did Barbary, which was no different from other cities, suddenly start holding celebrations day after day?

Since when did the Barbary inhabitants stop leaving the city?

Since when did the residents here… stop submitting various “dreams come true” request reports to the Ziggurat branch?

As if noticing Harris’s confusion and panic, the couple said, “When we discovered that we didn’t have to enter the dream world to survive, from that moment on.”

"And what about you, Harris? When did you go from being a radical who longed to go to the real world to a coward who chose to remain silent and immersed in dreams?"

Harris looked at the figure walking out of the crowd. He was wearing a gray robe that covered his entire body, with wavy golden curly hair falling in front of him, and his dark blue eyes were smiling as he looked at him from afar.

It seems familiar...

Harris had a flash of confusion in his mind, but was quickly attracted by the other party's question.

When did it change?

His parents and grandparents were all radicals, and growing up in this family atmosphere, he should have inherited the family's ideas, but... everything changed when he was twelve years old.

It's a dream.

Since he was twelve, he often dreamed of strange things.

The ticking? clock? rings, the sizzling? sound of electricity? glowing with purple light, the roaring? tornado, the? sandstorm that covers the sky and the earth, the? vines and? thorns that cover the earth, the? tsunami that drowns the world, the? phantom of the city that looms in the sky, the? blood-red fog that swallows everything.

There are many more, like doomsday? general? scenes.

He dreamed of densely packed blood crystals covering the snowy mountains, a young man with long red hair sitting in the corner of a ruined building, and a crow with rotting flesh pierced through its chest hanging high in the sky...

I once dreamed of a man with a blurry face. I only remember him walking in countless nightmare-like scenes with a cane and wearing single-sided glasses. He said to Harris who had strayed into that unknown area:

[It's really rare to see a living person in a place like this.]

[You walked in other people’s dreams, the dreams of living people, dead people, gods, countless spirits, the dreams of the past, present, and future…]

The man looked at Harris and said, "Follower of the Sea God, it's a pity. If you were in the real world, you would probably be a very powerful psychic."

[No, I can't say for sure.] The man thought to himself, as if he hadn't communicated with anyone for a while, so he seemed a little abnormally happy. [If you were in the real world, without being affected by the dream, maybe you wouldn't have unlocked the key to evolution... No, that's not right. You should have taken another path, a brand new path, without being affected by the blood crystal energy. Your future... Harris, you...]

Because of the fear from an unknown source, Harris did not finish listening, turned around and ran, then woke up from his dream, and was confused all day because of the remaining fear, and was almost called to the school by the teacher.

The first time, I could still comfort myself that it was a nightmare, but the second, third, and...

Countless nightmares appeared one after another, and a premonition told him that——

That is reality, that is the truth, that is the future.

so……

"I became afraid of the real world and began to doubt my persistence."

Harris looked up at the sculpture again and slowly clenched his fists. "But someone has to do something. Just like that boy, that new friend named Yun Yan... I have to do something, even if I will regret it in the future..."

The woman in the gray robe at the back said, "Harris, what do you see? What does the sculpture look like?"

Harris: "It's fog. Large patches of it? Gray fog floating around a young boy."

The woman continued, "People who are immersed in beautiful dreams will see the Lord Sea God who protects them, but people who yearn for reality and truth will see something else."

Harris turned around and looked at the woman in gray.

"Who are you?"

"A person who shouldn't exist."

The woman chuckled and said, "But you can call me Elaine."

"Harris, cooperate."

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After releasing Harris and the others on the island, Chu Xiuyan waited for another six hours, then said goodbye to Cui Zhiyong, who was making a fuss, Chu Li, who helped to stop Cui Zhiyong, and Wan Mingxu, who silently expressed his disapproval, and stepped into the "door" left by [Ocean].

He felt like he was walking into the body of a monster.

The dark and narrow passage, the destination that I arrived at at some point, the environment so quiet that the only sound was my own breathing, I could even hear my own beating heart.

【Ocean】Left behind? The? "Door" is indeed there? Something is wrong.

Chu Xiuyan muttered to himself, his mind full of random thoughts, from horror movies to traveling to another world to fantasy fairy tales and Teletubbies, and finally succeeded in letting his emotions fluctuate, and he almost laughed out loud.

After walking for about ten minutes, there was a sudden light ahead.

If you stick your head out of the "door" at the end, you can clearly see the scene outside the passage.

The vast expanse of white space seemed like an endless sea of clouds. On all sides, there were things like walls, with blood-red trees growing wildly, circling upwards, and rushing straight into the sky. The scarlet color seemed particularly abrupt in this paleness, but strangely blended together, forming a kind of heart-pounding and irresistible alternative beauty.

Chu Xiuyan stared for a while, took a breath, and jumped down carefully. When he stepped on the ground, he was a little stunned. The ground was hard, completely different from the soft touch in the previous passage.

Here? Is it similar to the Dreamland and the Amusement Park Island? Is it a special dream space?

When this guess appeared in my mind, a roar suddenly exploded in the depths of my soul, and my eyes went dark, followed by a feeling of dizziness.

By the time he reacted, he was already half squatting on the ground, covering his mouth to suppress the urge to vomit, his eyes were sore and seemed to be filled with physiological tears.

But? Damn... this is lame.

【I'm back! ! ! ! 】

The excited voice echoed in my mind. It was the system that had been blocked outside the door for a long time and could not enter.

Before it could share with its host its joy and excitement of finally meeting again, it was startled by the young man's embarrassed appearance.

[Host?!] It hurriedly checked the boy's current? physical? condition, [Body? No damage, the first layer of the soul barrier is being repaired, the Ocean God and the Sky God did not threaten the host's? soul! And, the mind is normal, the memory should have been restored, so the problem is indeed - divine pollution! And? This thing - huh? 7.3%? ?]

Is this a fairly normal value?

The system is ready for another full body check.

Chu Xiuyan took a deep breath and managed to recover a little from the suffocating state.

But still - like sinking into the deep sea, or being immersed in the mud? A bad feeling.

Nausea? , want to vomit...

【Ah, long time no see, system. 】

The first moment he entered this special space, the blocked memories came back like a wave - I don't know if it was the influence of this special space, or the [Ocean] actively sent the memories back? ... Could it be that he felt that he couldn't handle the scene of the gods gathering in his amnesia?

You underestimate him!

But, after all, restoring memory is the best thing? Good news.

Also, when I lost my memory, the choice I made was indeed the right one.

"Did you do it? Beautiful. The one who was in amnesia state a few minutes ago? Me!"

Chu Xiuyan praised himself a few minutes ago, took a deep breath, and when he felt that he had adapted to the situation, he prepared to stand up.

But in the next second, as the system suddenly sounded in his mind, [Host, be careful?!], his body froze.

He was originally half-crouching on the ground, and even when he was about to stand up, he only slightly raised his upper body, his eyes still fixed on the ground. In his vision, which should have been blank, a scarlet color suddenly appeared, so abrupt and dazzling.

Makes your heart beat faster?

The hem of the scarlet robe that reached the ground fluttered gently, like a cloud or mist, without leaving any shadow.

Chu Xiuyan slowly moved his eyes upwards and saw a scarlet shadow.

The other party stood quietly, only two steps away, scarlet light seeped out from the gaps in the red robe, and the messy long hair was not sure if it was red or dyed red by that strange red light. In short, it was red enough to make one's scalp numb.

—A never-before-seen? An unknown god.

Chu Xiuyan held his breath, his whole body tense, alert to any move of the other party.

The red? strange god saw Chu Xiuyan raise his head, and then bent down at an extremely? slow speed, and when he approached the boy?, he slowly raised his hand and reached towards the boy's? face? - the whole process? The movements were extremely? slow.

Chu Xiuyan even felt that the other party was also particularly cautious. Inexplicably, he had an association, just like when humans see stray animals, they always approach them cautiously, afraid of being bitten, but also feeling pitiful and lovable.

He was in a strange mood because of this inappropriate association.

But suddenly, a kind of palpitation suddenly broke out.

The strange god was slowly leaning over, and when his hands touched the boy's cheek, Chu Xiuyan, who had remained motionless, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the red hair that fell in front of him, and pulled it down heavily.

The strange god was caught off guard? , and was directly pulled down? A few centimeters, closer to Chu Xiuyan.

He froze immediately.

No breath, no temperature, like a puppet.

"Hey, red? Guy, who the hell are you-"

Before Chu Xiuyan finished speaking, a black stick suddenly thrust in from the side, appearing abruptly between Chu Xiuyan and the head of the strange god, breaking the subtle and strange atmosphere.

“Stand back.”

The master of the black stick ordered without hesitation, his golden eyes staring directly at the red god who was so close, with an unreserved aura.

Chu Xiuyan came back to his senses, and the impulse that occupied his mind was dispelled by his reason. He looked up at the back of the person standing in front of him, gradually opened his eyes, and said in surprise: "Brother Monkey, you are here too!"

His? voice? broke the? silence.

The red? strange god slowly withdrew his hands that had been on the boy's face? cheeks, but he still did not stand up and retreat. After all, - his? hair? was still being pulled by Chu Xiuyan.

When [Myth] turned his head and cast a strange look at Chu Xiuyan, Chu Xiuyan withdrew his hand with a sigh of relief.

Red? The strange god slowly stood up and then stepped back.

The stick showed no sign of stopping, extending forward again and again, forcing the strange god to retreat step by step until he was dozens of meters away.

Chu Xiuyan was particularly happy to see an acquaintance, and stood up excitedly, but he forgot that the surrounding environment was suppressing him. He felt dizzy quickly, and just when he was about to fall, a hand reached out from the side and held him steadily.

"Thanks, Monkey..."

Chu Xiuyan looked up and saw [Myth] standing about half a meter in front of him, holding a black stick in his right hand, staring closely at the red god not far away, with impatience written all over his body, but still guarding the front firmly.

Wait, that standing position seems to be unable to be in time? Turn around and support him...

[Ghost?!]

Chu Xiuyan looked to the left, but there was no one there and he could not sense any presence.

System guess: [The invisible fourth person... could also be a god?]

Chu Xiuyan pinched his chin, but before he could think about it, a harsh sound of wind suddenly sounded.

Countless dense vines swept in from the right rear like a surging tide. They intertwined, twisted and entangled with each other, and the crazy breath seemed to solidify the air.

Almost instinctively, Chu Xiuyan turned to the right, raised his hand and waved it, and a large amount of thick white mist poured away.

Wait, white? Fog?!

Chu Xiuyan was stunned on the spot.

Next? A second later, there was a sudden explosion in the front left? A loud explosion.

The stick, which had faded from its pitch black color to a dazzling golden glow, was swinging down at the red god without mercy, leaving a deep, huge pit on the hard ground.

[Myth] was trying to stop the red god who was rushing towards them with murderous intent for unknown reasons.

It was only slightly diverted? Attention, then Chu Xiuyan felt the collar of his neck being pulled, and he unconsciously took two steps back, and saw that the ground he was standing on was pierced by vines that broke out of the ground.

"Bad boy... not behaving well..."

A hoarse and strange voice? A voice was faintly heard.

The vines slowly retracted, twisting and condensing into a human-like form, but without facial features or hair, like a scarecrow woven from vines.

--【forest】.

So that's how it is. Even though it was suppressed in the real world, the [Forest] was not completely dead, and it would naturally appear in the depths of dreams.

Here? But? This is the dream world where "consciousness determines everything".

The moment this thought came to his mind, Chu Xiuyan refuted Forest's words, "Impossible, I am the most obedient child."

A faint sound like a stitch in the side came from behind me? A muffled laugh.

Chu Xiuyan was stunned.

System: [Hmm, voice? The voice is familiar. I think I guessed something...]

All the thoughts in Chu Xiuyan's mind were thrown aside, leaving only one thought, [This is not a lively banquet, why did you take a ride with Monkey Brother to attend it! ]

[By the way, what is he wearing? Is it the one that Brother Chu Li gave me? Is it Harry O's custom-made invisibility cloak——? ! ]