Chapter 215: Banquet of God (Part 3) 2 in 1 (with additional chapters)…
The Tower of God, a giant tower that maintains the order of the Dream Kingdom and determines its future development. According to legend, the God of Dreams once granted the founder of the Tower of God the power to build and manage the Dream World. Later, as more and more residents entered the Dream World, the number of manpower became increasingly insufficient. The founder of the Tower of God built a special college, the Shengbo College, from which students with suitable talents were selected to enter the Tower of God and trained to become the new generation of successors.
Therefore, for most people, this towering divine tower is a symbol of power and strength, and everyone will praise and admire those gifted people who dedicate themselves to the kingdom of dreams.
For the people in the God Tower, work and life are almost inseparable. Since the day they step into the God Tower, the longer they are exposed to it, the more all the information they want to know or don't want to know can penetrate into their minds. No one knows which words they say will become the sharp blade that ruins their future or life. Therefore, caution, rationality and silence are almost engraved into their bones.
Just like now——
Every person who appeared in the east corridor of the second floor seemed to be pulled by invisible threads. They held documents or books in their arms, looked tired and indifferent, and hurriedly passed the blond boy in the middle of the corridor, ignoring his helpless and panicked expression.
"Did you see that? Mentor Mena? Wait? Wait? Why is no one paying attention to me?! What happened?"
Ivan felt uneasy.
It was the first time he saw such a busy scene in the God's Tower. Everyone was in a hurry with serious expressions. However, the surrounding environment was extremely quiet. The air was filled with a cold breath, which made him shiver involuntarily.
"Anyway, let's go find Mena first. We must stop Mengya and Harry Si..."
Ivan regained his spirits and ran to the elevator. Mena's office was on the eighth floor.
However, when he was halfway there, a man bumped into him and the documents in his arms fell to the ground.
Ivan subconsciously wanted to continue running forward, but an inexplicable instinct drove him to slowly squat down and help the person who bumped into him pick up the documents and reports scattered on the ground.
The next second, his pupils shrank.
[…The Holy City of Aletta was successfully integrated, but the population does not match the data. It is suspected that there are lost people active outside, and their number far exceeds that of the previous cities. It is recommended to send more garrisons to prevent invasion by outsiders.]
[…Barbary? There have been many abnormal phenomena recently, and people have been sent to investigate.]
[Sage Mena concealed the information of the invaders and used lies to mislead the explorers of the divine tower. He has been detained and is currently awaiting interrogation.]
[Important! Please stay away from the Ninth Floor Center, as soon as possible! According to the speculation of the wise men, the tower has been attacked? ——]
…
The following information was blocked by a hand.
The strange young man who scattered the documents all over the floor said in a deep voice: "Run!"
Ivan's heart tightened, and he did not act according to the stranger's instructions at the first time. Countless thoughts filled his mind.
Teacher Mena was put in solitary confinement, but what about her students and assistants?
Moreover, Mentor Mena clearly knew that they were captured by invaders, so why did she hide the existence of the invaders?
He staggered to his feet, his face gradually turning pale, his mind in a mess.
Mena, the teacher, is suspected to be related to the invaders, and Mengya and Harry, who are about to go astray and must be stopped in time...
"Ivan."
The sound of a gentle tap on the shoulder awakened Ivan's confused thoughts.
He turned his head, and his expression did not improve, but became more flustered.
"……Father."
Standing in front of him was a rather prim and serious middle-aged man, with a neatly tied bow tie. In his hand was a cane, and the ring on his thumb was faintly glowing with a dim green light.
This old-fashioned and serious man looked her up and down, without any emotion in his eyes, "Ivan, come with me?"
The assistant following the man looked down at the strange young man who was still picking up the documents. A trace of doubt flashed across his eyes, but he didn't ask any more questions and hurriedly followed Ivan's father.
After the assistant left, the young stranger lowered his head and sighed imperceptibly.
"Excuse me, this is different from what you said? Ah... Sawyer."
…
They are riding the elevator.
Ivan watched his father press the button for the ninth floor with a pale face.
He still remembered that one of the documents scattered on the ground mentioned that no one was allowed to approach the ninth floor.
There? Something must have happened, but why did his father take him there?
"Teacher Mena..."
"It's just confinement." The father said calmly, "Given her status, the biggest punishment is to be forbidden to leave the tower. Compared to her, Ivan, you should be more concerned about your own situation."
"My situation?"
"What are David's house rules?"
"…honor comes first."
The David family, once one of the senior administrators who supported the founder of the God Tower in building the God Tower, still holds a high status in the God Tower today. However, no sage has ever been born in their family, not even a gifted person with a high affinity for dreams.
Ivan is the only one in David's several generations who barely reaches the "high affinity" talent. Therefore, he is highly regarded and expected. Countless resources are constantly pouring into him. Expectations and hopes, evaluations and observations, all kinds of sights are almost getting stronger as he grows up.
Until... Harris showed up.
Being pulled down from the top position is not a pleasant feeling.
But it's not uncomfortable.
Accident? Yes, it was very easy.
"Now it's your turn to make a choice... No, you can only have one answer, Ivan."
Elevator door? Open.
His father's cold voice brought Ivan back to reality.
He looked up and saw that the ninth-floor platform, which he had never been to before, was completely blank and empty. The floor was inlaid with special white crystals, and mist-like water vapor covered the area below one meter.
"Go forward."
His father pushed Ivan's shoulder and said, "I'll walk you to the corridor, and then you can continue forward, across the lake, and onto the platform in the middle of the lake."
Ivan seemed to want to say something, but his father just looked at him, and he pursed his lips and lowered his head.
The assistant was left far behind in the elevator?
Walking through the spacious corridor, my father suddenly said, "Evan, I remember you had a good relationship with Harris."
"Yes, father."
"But your assessment scores have always been lower than his."
"…I'm so sorry, father."
"That child is the most talented one who is most likely to succeed. But unfortunately, his background is not suitable. A child raised by radicals is not the same as us after all. We need stability, order, and a dream country that never changes, to maintain the glory of our family."
Ivan was silent again, feeling like he could hardly breathe.
The hand on the shoulder was removed.
"The next step is up to you, Ivan."
My father said from behind: "Keep going, you can see it."
Ivan lifted his slightly heavy legs again and stepped into the cold lake. The water was not deep, only calf-deep, but the icy air almost penetrated into the bones, as if even his soul was trembling.
"Did you see? What?" my father asked suddenly.
Ivan turned his head and saw his father standing on the floor by the lake, still leaning on the cane, his eyes cold and indifferent.
"...No, father."
Ivan turned his head, looked at the empty space in front of him, and asked hesitantly: "Sorry, but is there anything here?"
The father did not explain, and continued: "Go forward, keep going forward, Ivan, can you see it... No, you must see it."
Ivan felt a tickle in his throat, "What is it?"
His father didn't respond, so he had to move on.
The lake water was getting colder and colder. The platform in the center of the lake was not too far away, but it seemed thousands of miles away and there was no way to get close.
Ivan was a little anxious.
He also had to ask Mentor Mena why she concealed the intruder, and he also had to stop Mengya and Harris. Those two guys were definitely planning to do something bad secretly. If they were caught, then -
Apart from Mentor Mena who was in solitary confinement, he was the only one who had the ability to save them.
The moment this thought came to my mind, I felt a chill in my heart.
He couldn't help thinking of a possibility, if he couldn't do what his father asked him to do, the David family would abandon him.
He couldn't save Mena, Mengya, or Harry...
He would lose everything.
Ivan was in the lake? He had stayed there for too long, and his throat began to itch. Suddenly, he started coughing violently, and waves of blood dripped into the lake, staining his reflection red.
He continued to the platform in the middle of the lake with only one step left.
"Tree." The father behind him suddenly spoke, "A blood-red tree. Ivan, do you know why I brought you here in such a hurry? Because there is no time. Harris is a radical, the successor chosen by the Supreme God, and he is not the same as us. Now, we only have you as a choice, and you can only choose us. If you want to change the status quo, or have more things, you must see? That tree, you must be one step faster than everyone else. Otherwise..."
He didn't say? End.
But Ivan already understood what he meant.
Teachers, close friends, loved ones, resources, wealth, family, power, glory——
He would lose everything.
The Davides would lose everything.
The dream kingdom will collapse.
Tree?
He wondered, how could there be a red tree growing in the ziggurat?
But if? He can't see? That tree, he will never have the right to speak...
Whether it is true or false, even if it is a non-existent tree - it must become "real"!
The moment this thought came into my mind, a strong desire surged in my heart.
Ivan smelled blood.
Intense pain swept through my body, and chaotic and cold power raged deep into my soul like waves.
Wait? When Ivan reacted? He found himself kneeling on the platform in the middle of the lake.
His hands were pressing on a scarlet root that was flowing with an unknown fluid like a blood vessel.
Plop. Plop.
It was as if there was a sound of heartbeat.
Ivan raised his head and saw a giant blood tree with countless ruby-like petals in bloom appearing in front of him. It seemed as if a breeze was blowing, the shadows of the tree were swaying, and a sigh seemed to dissipate in the air.
After a few seconds, he instinctively lowered his head, his eyes gradually widened, and for a moment it seemed as if he had even stopped breathing.
The platform beneath him had disappeared at some point, and was replaced by a lake. What was reflected in the shimmering water was not his figure, but a giant round table. There were more than a dozen high chairs around the table, and each of the dark and twisted shadows exuded a terrifying and powerful aura.
Ivan closed his dark eyes.
The shadowy figure sitting on the high chair, who was closest to him, quietly made a silent gesture to him, and a sentence in scarlet letters appeared on the surface of the lake.
[I still don't understand, Ivan, why do you want to become a god?]
“Because I want to save people.”
Ivan wiped his nosebleed and said.
**
Deep in the dream.
Chu Xiuyan's body was twisting and turning for a moment, and he subconsciously looked up at the [Ocean] across the round table. His lips moved, and he was about to say something when he saw the other party shook his head, motioning him not to speak.
Chu Xiuyan held back his words. Go.
Their communication was not secretive. Zhang Chun was very close to the boy. When he was about to ask what happened, the Desert God on the east side suddenly spoke.
He grinned and raised his head. His dark red eyes, like coagulated blood, were filled with malicious joy. "A bug broke in? Ocean, did you raise it?"
Although he asked Ocean, his eyes were directed at Chu Xiuyan. It was obvious that he noticed the boy's little action.
"After all, you are old and blind. You can't see anything clearly without reading glasses. Sorry, I'm sorry to say that I was wrong." The black-haired boy who was lazily sitting on the high chair was in a bad mood. His words were full of thorns. He said in a dragging tone: "After all, if you mistake a hole in the wall for a bug or something, you will feel ashamed and embarrassed if someone points it out to you, right? So sorry, blind old man, I am a straightforward person, please forgive me."
Blind Desert God Grandpa: "..."
“He” slowly turned around, facing the direction of “the south of the table”. Compared with the careless fight with the second generation heir before, now there were flame-like lines gradually crawling all over his upper body, and his aura was rising layer by layer, and he was obviously angry with a cold face.
Chu Xiuyan raised his head and made a face expressionlessly at the Desert God, trying to ignore Zhang Chun who was frantically pulling at his clothes.
Behind him, [Myth], holding a pitch-black stick, looked eager to try.
then,
"Haha, very good, your mouth is still as poisonous as ever. I guess some long-dead zombie can't find the right words to fight back. After all, your language function has long been damaged."
The scarlet quicksand flowing on the ground condensed into a phantom again. The second generation desert god "Shendu" laughed at the previous generation, then looked at Chu Xiuyan and laughed happily, "Come on, [Blood Mist], follow me to start killing! Since you choose to sit in this position, you are really ready to give up that ridiculous idea and become a real god, right?"
"The Blood Mist is gone, and now it's the great temporary God of Dreams." Chu Xiuyan patted the high chair behind him, and then continued to stare at the second generation Desert God "Shendu" expressionlessly and said: "Right? How does it feel to barely recover briefly from an endless nightmare? A guy who can't even see the blood tree? "
Blind·Cursed to wander in nightmares after death·The second generation of the desert god "Shendu": "..."
Chu Xiuyan, who was indiscriminately provocative, continued to ignore the hand that was hidden by the invisibility cloak and then frantically pressed his shoulder to try to push him down.
In short, the moment he finished speaking, the air around him seemed to freeze. Although the two desert gods said nothing, the lingering aura was terrifying and powerful.
The tense atmosphere was about to break out.
At this moment, the [Ocean] on the north side of the round table suddenly patted the tabletop lightly, and a cold force swept over like a wave? It was as if the boiling air cooled down quickly. In just a few seconds, the tabletop was covered with a layer of frost.
"Everyone, the banquet is about to begin. Please return to your seats."
Where is [Ocean] looking? Towards the Desert God. "When the banquet begins, an independent dream space will be opened. There will be a spacious enough place for you to fight. So please be quiet now and don't disturb the other gods."
The Desert God stared at the black-haired boy with his chin raised for a long time, then suddenly sneered and turned around to sit back on the high chair closest to the north.
Next came the second generation desert god “Shen Du”, who sat on the left.
The third generation desert god "Dandan", who had been staying in the south and being held by Chu Xiuyan, said goodbye to the boy and jumped back to his seat.
Since then, the party finally returned to peace.
However, the atmosphere was a little weird.
[Forest] Quietly pretending to be a scarecrow.
The [Ice Field] and [Time] in the northwest were silent, and the red shadow who called himself [Origin] was dozing off on the table.
The three desert gods in the east showed no sign of paying any attention to each other, and the atmosphere was particularly tense.
Only the south side looked quite harmonious. Chu Xiuyan tried to tear off Zhang Chun's invisible cloak, but he always touched nothing. [Myth] gestured to the boy to explore in the direction where Zhang Chun was hiding.
The [Ocean] and [Sky] to the north had cold faces, and their expressions became uglier and uglier.
'Something is wrong.' [Ocean] opened the private chat channel and observed that the gods at the banquet were not showing any abnormal behavior. He said to [Sky]: 'The evil god who denied my ideas and actions should have questioned me directly, right? But the gods attending the banquet didn't seem to care about my situation. Could it be [Spacetime]? He didn't attend the banquet.'
“He” said, and with a wave of his hand, a large amount of delicious food appeared on the table out of thin air, sizzling barbecue, fragrant soup, sweet and delicious fruits and vegetables, and then bright red wine appeared in the air, flowing into each crystal glass like a small waterfall.
"Wow!" Chu Xiuyan moved closer to the wine glass in front of him. Just as he raised his hand to hold the glass, a slightly cold hand pinched the back of his neck the next second.
"…Damn you, sir."
Chu Xiuyan hissed and leaned back in his chair. When he looked up, he realized that none of the dozen or so gods sitting around the round table were moving.
They looked at the sumptuous food on the table? It was as if they were looking at cold stones. The auras they exuded were very similar, ignoring, cold, and careless. There was not even any sign of communication between them.
Chu Xiuyan propped up his chin, feeling bored, so he couldn't help but speak in the private chat channel: "It could also be a disguise. So, if the relationship between you gods is so bad, why would they come? To attend your banquet?"
[Ocean]: "I think he wants to observe my current state."
After he finished speaking, he realized that the voice that just spoke was unfamiliar.
[Sky] shrugged helplessly and raised his hand to point in a direction? .
[Ocean] looked up and saw the black-haired boy opposite him looking away guiltily.
It seems that in the dream, Chu Xiuyan, who possesses some dream power, can also hear the private chat channel that was opened.
After a moment of awkwardness, Chu Xiuyan decided to continue probing for intelligence.
At that moment, the old man sitting in the seat of [Time] suddenly woke up for a moment and shouted: "Wait? Wait?, [Ocean]! Are you really going to give the power of dreams to the successor of [Blood Mist]?!"
[Ocean] nodded expressionlessly, "In fact, it's almost successful."
"Success? How is it possible—" The old man suddenly calmed down, and looked around the table again and again, as if he had suddenly discovered something extremely terrifying. His eyes widened, and his eyes were full of bloodshot, "Wait? Wait? Why didn't [Time and Space] come? Why isn't He here??!"
【Ocean】 said? : "Who knows, maybe he doesn't want to come? Maybe."
The second generation desert god "Shendu" suddenly spoke up: "Speak? Come on?, why are you suddenly holding a banquet and inviting us to attend? It's very suspicious [Ocean], what are you planning to do?"
[Ocean] said coldly: "Of course not. If I find a way to survive before the origin is about to completely dissipate, I must invite you to share my joy."
Icefield, who had remained silent, spoke up: "Road, you mean to split the Origin Tree, take out a part of it and cultivate it into an Origin Tree with new power and authority, so as to transfer your consciousness to this tree?"
Ocean's expression became even colder, and he said sarcastically, "That's your plan, Icefield. The Tree of Origin is not an ordinary fruit tree. You break off a branch and plant it in the ground, and then new fruit grows the next year? Your idea is too absurd and ridiculous."
【Icefield】 said calmly? : "No, we use grafting technology."
Chu Xiuyan was completely confused: "Ah? Ah?"
Did he hear something that didn't fit in with the painting style?
The second generation Desert God "Shendu" was impatient, "So, [Ocean], you specially invited us just to show off the fruit you gave away? The fruit has an heir? Normally, shouldn't the blonde girl next to you inherit it?"
The Sky, who looked the same as the Ocean and was wearing a black dress, blinked and said cutely, "There was a small problem. The branch that was broken off was supposed to grow a new fruit called the Dream God in the second year, but Elaine felt that the Ocean tree couldn't be abandoned, so she split me into two, intending to let me eat the Dream God fruit... But I was born too early, and the fruit that was supposed to grow in the second year was influenced by me and turned into the Sky. I liked it very much, so I secretly ate it... So the Dream God fruit that grew in the third year had to grow bare on the tree, waiting for the right person."
After [Sky] finished speaking, the scene fell into a long dead silence.
Chu Xiuyan couldn't help but complain: "The metaphor is weird and not cute at all."
[Sky] The smile on Elena's face disappeared and she looked at him grimly.
The Desert God crossed his arms, struggling to absorb the information in this passage. He raised the corner of his mouth, glanced strangely at the red shadow that was still dozing off in front of him, and said with a half-smile: "It sounds good. Having a suitable successor is indeed good news that should be shared. By the way, I quite agree with the actions of [Ocean]. What do you think, [Origin]?"
As soon as the words fell, the scene fell into dead silence.
The smile on Chu Xiuyan's face grew bigger and bigger. He turned his head, as if he was watching something interesting?, and stared at the red shadow not far away.
The red shadow lying on the table slowly raised its head and yawned slowly, "How can I see... I don't even have a face, isn't this question a bit beyond my ability?"
Chu Xiuyan raised his hand excitedly and asked, "So, question, Mr. [Origin], what do you think about the lack of [Blood Mist] seats at the venue?"
Red shadow: “…”
He slowly turned his head and looked at the inexplicably excited black-haired boy. After a moment of silence, he said, "You are obviously [Blood Mist]... But if you think about it seriously, if you were invited to an important occasion and found that there was no seat for you, you would probably flip the table."
Chu Xiuyan: "Yes, that's a pity. Without [Blood Mist], He can't overturn the table."
His hands under the table were frantically slapping Zhang Chun's hands that were pulling at his clothes.
[Uncle, stop being so arrogant! I can’t possibly shut up—]
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