Taran El felt that the childish but piercing scream almost pierced through his soul.

It was as if an invisible force was tearing at his thoughts, as if a huge mind was assaulting his memory. The scream spanned the dimensions of time, space and concepts, echoing repeatedly in every stage of his life that he could remember. Although it only lasted for a very brief moment, it was still ten or a hundred times more painful than the pain and confusion he felt when he drank the Blood Crow Potion.

Then, he felt that the entire Nameless Man's dream began to collapse. The wind was howling, the earth was tearing apart, the remains of the World Tree in the distance were collapsing rapidly, and the silhouette of the forest farther away was bulging and curling up as if gravity was rolling back. All of this sank into darkness within a few seconds. He realized the dissolution of the dream, and then he realized the existence of the real world. Lights appeared at the end of the darkness, flowing and spinning on the opposite wall like a whirlpool, and gradually stabilized. Then, he heard the voices of other people around him -

He woke up, waking up to the real world in the early morning hours.

Everyone is waking up.

"What happened... Why did the Nameless One's dream suddenly collapse?"

"I don't know, it seemed like a strong wind blew up... I just remember that the ground in the distance was rolling back..."

"Is anyone injured? Is everyone there? What time is it?"

There were people talking nearby, sounding confused, and the situation seemed chaotic.

Taran El struggled to fight the sharp pain in his mind - the impact of the previous scream came into the real world with his awakening, and now he felt that his headache was as if he was really going to die suddenly - then, the wildly spinning scene in front of his eyes finally slowly stabilized.

He found himself sitting on a low couch in the corner, surrounded by knowledge guards who were quickly waking up and trying to figure out what was going on.

The curtains not far away had been drawn open, and the early morning sunlight was spreading across the rooftops of the city blocks. The streets outside were still quiet, with only occasional noises.

Taran El held his forehead and slowly stood up from the corner. His thoughts were still confused, but after hearing the conversations of the knowledge guards around him, he managed to regain some spirit: "Maybe it has something to do with the last voice I heard..."

Finally, someone noticed the poor condition of the great scholar. A knowledge guard nearby walked over quickly and supported Taran El, who was about to fall. "What did you say?"

"I think I may have come into contact with Silantis's consciousness, but..." Taran El said with a frown, but he suddenly stopped halfway through his words, then frowned and looked at a certain place in the room, "...Sir Ted Riel didn't come back?!"

The other people in the room seemed to react at this moment, and several eyes were instantly focused on the chair in the middle.

That was the chair that Ted Lear, the keeper of truth, sat on when he "entered the dream" - now all the operatives who entered the dream have returned to the real world, but that chair is still empty.

After a moment of silence, someone uneasily broke the silence: "...Could it be that the Secret Keeper woke up earlier than us and left first?"

"No, that's not in line with the character of the Secret Keeper. Besides, the door of the room has a mark on it. If someone opens it, it will leave a mark - whether it is opened from the outside or from the inside."

Taran El frowned and listened to the conversation beside him. He gently pushed away the support of others and walked to the chair.

On the small table next to the chair were containers that had been used to hold medicines. Seven droppers and a large beer bottle lay quietly there, reflecting the morning glow coming in from the window.

Faintly, he heard some noises coming from outside the window again - it seemed like chaos coming from some unknown direction.

Some people were screaming on the street and some were running in the corridor.

The shadows of trees are swaying outside the window.

※※※

Nina woke up from the collapsing dream of the Nameless Man. After realizing that she was back in the real world, she couldn't help but be dazed for a while.

The ending process of the Nameless Man’s Dream this time...seems to be different from the previous ones.

This time it was more sudden and more violent, with a sense of chaos and collapse, as if it was not "waking up" but being torn apart from the inside out by a force.

She looked up and saw Mr. Morris across the table also looking thoughtful. It was obvious that her teacher also felt that something was wrong with the ending of the Nameless Man's Dream.

At this moment, she suddenly heard Shirley's voice coming from the window: "Hey, hey, hey, look outside! Damn it!"

Without bothering to complain about the other party's vulgar language again, Nina subconsciously stood up and turned to look towards the window.

The shadows of lush trees swayed outside the window and came into her sight.

Trees, trees everywhere, tall, lush, unknown giant trees like the ones seen in the forest in the nameless man's dream, growing all over the streets, crowding the city, filling every inch of space within sight. The unbridled green seems like another "endless sea". Countless treetops merge into rolling green waves, covering the sky between the buildings, and even merging with the tallest towers and clock towers, presenting a weird and bizarre symbiotic posture.

This scene is like a forest directly "superimposed" on the city-state, as if dreams and reality are merging into one, eroding each other into incredible postures.

Vanna, Morris and Nina came to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room and stared at the scene on the street outside in amazement. They were all speechless for a long time.

Shirley saw that chaos had begun to appear on the streets in the distance.

The residents of the city-state have woken up in the early morning. The amazing changes on the streets have obviously broken through the previous "cognitive boundaries". The forest scene that almost covers the entire city has brought great panic, and the plants that have merged with the buildings have directly destroyed the operation of the city from a physical level - some people are screaming, some are trapped in their own houses, and some buildings are almost swallowed up as a whole. Only a few broken walls and roofs can be seen among the tangled and lush trees, and the people who originally lived in those buildings are probably dead or alive.

A loud explosion was heard in the sky above a nearby block. A steam pipe was leaking, and high-temperature and high-pressure gas gushed out from the valve, evaporating into large patches of dissipated white mist among the treetops. A water pipe also broke at an unknown node, and a huge column of water broke through the ground between the streets, forming a "spring" of astonishing scale between the towering trees.

In the distance, the shrill sirens of steam walkers sounded. The city-state guards seemed to be trying to take some action. The knowledge guards of the academy seemed to have reacted. Nina heard a familiar whistle coming from the street.

Although the situation was still in chaos and everyone was hastily awakened from their dreams, years of training and a series of complex and rigorous emergency response procedures still came into play - those forces maintaining order rushed into the dense forest covering the city-state without hesitation.

However, at this moment, they were facing challenges that were far beyond their imagination.

It was a lush forest with vibrant plants.

It was something that was only recorded in ancient absurd legends and polluted books.

The elves living in the deep sea era embraced their ancestral homeland - the boundless green hell - in a way no one could have imagined.

Suddenly, there was wind blowing through the city, the wind rolled up the branches and leaves in the forest, countless leaves were floating in the wind, and the murmur of the forest seemed to be heard among the waves——

[“…You are not elves…”]

Brilliantly colored pieces of paper swirled and danced in the dense forest, lightly passing through the twisted and mutated buildings and the towering trees of varying heights. The wind in the forest carried the leaves in waves, bringing layers of rustling sounds and vague whispers.

Lucrecia's figure emerged from the whirlwind of colored paper and landed on top of a giant tree near the academy area.

She held onto the branch next to her with one hand, stepped carefully onto the treetop, and looked at the street that had been covered by the forest and distorted by dreams.

She heard the whisper that permeated the wind, and could even feel the unspeakable disappointment and anger mixed in that whisper.

"Rabbi." She called softly in her heart.

The voice of the nightmare rabbit soon rang in her heart: "The rabbi is listening~~"

"What about the cultists? Are they responsible?"

"The rabbi is not sure - but they also seem to be in a state of confusion. The speed at which the dream collapsed seems to be beyond their expectations... Even the saint was alarmed. The people who entered the dream were called in for questioning, and the rabbi was almost exposed... Fortunately, the rabbi dispersed himself and hid himself in their bodies in advance..."

Lucrecia frowned.

"You still 'ate' them all? I remember I reminded you to control your appetite."

"No, no, it's just the cultists who entered the dream. The rabbi left some cotton on them. This is to safely complete the task assigned by the mistress." The rabbi explained quickly, "There are still many cultists on the ship. The rabbi didn't touch them..."

Lucrecia was silent for a few seconds. After she felt the tension and fear gradually coming through the soul connection in her heart, she slowly said, "Remember my order. This is for your own good. Don't forget, that ship and everyone on it are my father's prey."

The voice of Nightmare Rabbit sounded immediately, this time with undisguised panic and nervousness: "Yes, Rabbi understands, Rabbi absolutely..."

Lucrecia immediately cut off communication with the rabbit.

Then she calmed herself down, and called out another name in her heart with a little unfamiliarity.

She soon heard a response from afar -

"Lucy, I'm listening."

"Dad, something happened in the city-state," the "sea witch" said solemnly, "in the real world, something big happened - you'd better come back as soon as possible."