Chapter 262 If I hadn't met them, I...
He seemed to know I disliked him—and I did; his womanizing ways were disliked, so he visited less often.
My house is finally quiet.
I've reconnected with the castle maid and my cousin, but only online; they have no intention of coming to China to see me. The journey would be too far and too costly.
After a lively exchange of pleasantries, I copied and pasted the experiences I had written beforehand and gave them to them as a way of explaining myself.
I'm tired of constantly telling my story. It's exhausting.
After that, I rarely spoke to them. They seemed to know that I was refusing, avoiding, and running away from them, and they actively sought me out.
As my mood gradually calmed down, I started seeing a psychologist.
I need a space to confide in someone. I don't know what my problem is, I just know that I often feel down.
Sometimes I can sleep all day and not leave the house for a whole week. I leave the physical store to the shop assistants and only manage the online business.
The therapist asked me a lot of questions, and I forgot how I answered them or what the questions were, but I felt much better when I came out.
The negative emotions now have an outlet.
Occasionally, I would message the castle maid: "I really can never go back to my old life."
The castle maid replied, "I can't either."
We seemed to have had this kind of conversation before, so I couldn't help but send it again, and she replied to me again.
After experiencing a tumultuous life, it's hard for me to live like an ordinary person.
After returning to my daily life, I realized how difficult it is for an ordinary person to rise to the core of society.
In that other world, I was completely unaware of how rare it was to associate with princes and princesses. Only after returning to the modern world did I realize the vast difference between ordinary people and royalty. I became an ordinary person, an extremely ordinary person, and the upper echelons of the modern world became an insurmountable mountain peak.
When I first returned to the modern world, I felt extremely out of place. Without the familiar faces from the other world, I felt like I was on a deserted island.
Life in another world is dangerous, but leaving it is difficult to adapt.
For the first three years, I often couldn't sleep. My mind was filled with memories. I suffered from severe insomnia and neurasthenia, which was extremely painful. At that time, I didn't dare to see a psychologist, for fear that I would be unable to resist revealing my otherworldly experience and be regarded as a delusional patient.
Fortunately, the first three years have finally passed, and time has gradually eased my pain and anxiety.
I began to accept that I was an ordinary person, to adapt to an ordinary life, and to connect with the castle maids and others.
I am not married and have no boyfriend. I live my life the way I want.
Eat when you want to eat, snack or drink porridge when you don't want to eat, sleep when you want to sleep, or read until dawn when you don't want to sleep.
After a period of unhealthy but free living, I started paying attention to my health again, eating and sleeping on time, and I visibly gained some weight.
After that, I sold my online store, used the money to learn to drive, and planned to buy a motorhome for a period of free travel.
My parents and I have been living separately for a long time. I am an adult and have my own money, so my parents rarely interfere with me. We now talk on the phone regularly and get together for meals every now and then.
As the days went by, I drove my RV around, not creating accounts and making videos like some online celebrities, but quietly traveling.
"Living like this for the rest of my life wouldn't be bad." In the RV parking lot late at night, I sat on the steps in front of the RV door, resting my chin on my hands, feeling relaxed and content.
It was raining heavily in the middle of the night, but I was awakened by knocking on the car door. I was too scared to open it. Then I heard a sweet, gentle girl's voice outside the car door, "I'm looking for my mother. Mother, are you there?"
Bewitched by the sound, I got up and opened the door.
A girl with long, straight, dark blonde hair looked at me and smiled, "I knew you'd be here."
Rain kept falling on her face, hair, and long dress, soaking her completely.
I suddenly remembered the scene where T met the Elf Queen, which was also a rainy day, and I realized that I was dreaming.
The girl with long, dark gold hair looked at me and smiled, "Mother, you are in a dream now, and I can only enter your dream."
"How...how did you find me?" My lips trembled as I recognized her as one of my twin daughters. One of them had pure blonde hair, and the other had long, dark gold hair that was almost black; they looked just like me.
"I am experiencing a new form of experience, which was restarted this year. It was banned for many years, but it was suddenly restarted, so I can see you."
"What about your other sisters and brothers? Can I see them?" I asked hurriedly.
"Not everyone gets to see you, Mother; it depends on chance."
She looked at me intently, smiling, "Mother, we are all grown up now, and Father is getting old. We both have our own children."
I was stunned and speechless for a long time.
“My eldest son is all grown up now and will be getting married soon,” she said. “We all long to see you on the mainland. Everyone says you’re dead, that you jumped off Pegasus and died, but we don’t believe it, and neither does Father.”
My tears fell. "I'm sorry."
"Mother, will you come back?"
"I don't know, maybe not."
She placed her wet hand on my face, and it was surprisingly cool. I thought that if I put my hand through it, it would just be empty air.
"It's better if they don't come back," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
She didn't answer, she just smiled.
Suddenly, she disappeared, and I woke up from my dream.
Outside the RV, it was pouring rain with thunder and lightning. I sat up abruptly.
As soon as it was light, I messaged Worston and the castle maid, copying and pasting the dream into their messages. I didn't message my cousin because I preferred to confide in the other two.
Worston and the castle maid immediately replied, repeatedly asking, "Is it true?" and "Tell me more details."
I explained it in more detail, but the two of them continued to bombard me with questions until I was too tired to continue.
Not long after, I had another strange dream. In the dream, I was still that naive girl from back then, standing fearfully in front of the glass dome containing the Black Tower. The long-haired woman chased after me, and I knocked over the glass dome, picked up the Black Tower, and threw it heavily at them. I then frantically rushed through the cave filled with corpses and out of the cave.
The Black Tower wasn't placed on an open space like before, so it couldn't "grow" quickly. The prince hadn't woken up either. I was running around like a headless fly, wanting nothing more than to escape.
I fled to the place where the evil spirits were imprisoned, and accidentally fell in. The living evil spirits used sweet words to tempt me, wanting me to release them.
I was terrified, extremely terrified.
They are ugly, with pointed ears, bulging eyes, a short, flat nose, and extremely thick lips, and two jet-black wings on their backs.
When their attempts to seduce me failed, they began to hurl insults, curses, and threats at me.
I was so frightened that I fell into an even deeper abyss.
I stumbled upon a dormant volcano. Touching the slightly warm rock face, I saw suppressed, fiery red molten liquid.
The first time I saw the molten liquid bubbling out, it was encased in a semi-transparent, slightly blue circle.
I walked closer and couldn't resist poking it with my finger; the slightly blue, translucent ring didn't react at all.
I sat down and looked curiously at the bubbling solution and the translucent ring.
After a while, I felt that I would starve to death if I stayed there, so I decided to climb up and get out of the cave.
Evil spirits are nothing to fear, since they can't escape the iron cage anyway.
Using both hands and feet, stepping on the unevenness of the stone wall, I struggled to climb upwards.
I accidentally stepped into thin air, screamed, and fell, landing right on the semi-transparent ring.
Instantly, the translucent ring lifted me upwards, while the suppressed fiery red solution rose along with me.
I was terrified.
As the evil spirits passed through the iron cages that imprisoned them, they let out shrill and terrifying screams.
I covered my ears, too afraid to listen or look.
As the semi-transparent circle carried me out of the earth, the screams of the evil spirits turned into a terrible dirge, as if mourning their impending death. The surrounding vegetation withered instantly, and blades of grass fell one by one.
With a loud boom, I saw the molten night that surged forth like a fiery pillar, rapidly shooting into the sky. Large swaths of white clouds were dyed red, the horizon turned dark red, and the surroundings were scorching hot, as if it were the end of the world.
I screamed as I plummeted from the suddenly shattered translucent ring...
I woke up from a nightmare covered in sweat and had to take a shower and change my clothes.
The warm water from the showerhead cascaded down, letting countless droplets slide across my face and eyes.
This must be another parallel world. What would happen if I hadn't awakened the prince?
I didn't tell the castle maids and Worthton about the dream, but I wrote it down and locked it in my diary.
Two days later, I dreamed about the sequel to this story again—
I met Bernot, the Elf King, and others, but meeting them did not mean we knew each other.
I was a lowly soldier in the desolate land of Bernot, disguised as a man, serving in the army for many years. I died in a battle against mercenaries, never even seeing Bernot once. Our identities were too different; how could we possibly meet? Even if we did, we wouldn't recognize each other.
Then, by chance, I arrived in another world and met the Elf King. I was one of the Elf King's maids, treated as an ordinary maid, and could only work in the hall. When the rebel army stormed the palace, I was hacked to death. How could I possibly save the Elf King afterward?
In this alternate world, I met Mamboa. During a palace coup, I was captured by rebels and slaughtered like a chicken. Like my cousin who was a cook back then, I was stuffed into the fireplace, listening to all sorts of noises in the room, wasting a year before finally returning to the modern world.
This dream might be telling me what would have happened to me if I hadn't met them? How ordinary and mundane my story would have been.
Or, how quickly will one die?
Do you want me to value this experience?
I have no idea.
"It's true that I died pretty quickly." I chewed on my pen, sat in a quiet coffee shop, and wrote down this dream again.
If you're not aligned with those in power, as a nobody, the chances of dying are high. Would things be better if I became an ordinary person, not joining the army or the palace?
But it seems a bit difficult to become a more ordinary person. Because women are not allowed to work, or rather, there are very few jobs available. The only jobs I can do are factory worker, waitress, or maid. Waitress, saleswoman, or tutor are not an option for me because background checks are required. And if I don't know any important people or have connections with them, I won't be able to pass the background check.
After being abandoned by Mamboa, I wandered into a small town in the North, where I suffered terribly and almost died.
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