A dream shared by everyone? Klein repeated the words of Admiral of the Stars Cattleya in his mind and vaguely understood the current situation:

The darkness of this dangerous sea connects the dreams of all creatures here!

Creatures that are not asleep at this time will lack the necessary protection and will be subjected to indescribable attacks because their spiritual bodies are not in this dream.

As for why this kind of attack would result in disappearance rather than immediate death, Klein had not personally experienced anything similar and could not guess.

As his thoughts raced, Klein withdrew his gaze from Cattleya and looked back at the magnificent city across the cliff. He thought with some curiosity:

"If this world is really made up of the dreams of local creatures, then whose dream does this unimaginable city belong to?"

He stared for a few seconds and asked:

"What's its name?"

What is the name of this city that could only exist in myths and legends?

"Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya stared blankly ahead, and said in a dreamy voice:

“I don’t know… Every time I enter the dreamland here, I have the chance to see it, but I can never get close to it.

"She said that this is somewhat similar to the Dusk Palace in Feysac.

"She probably had her own guess, but she never told me."

She? The "mysterious queen"? The Dusk Palace is the seat of the Church of the God of War... Klein looked around and said carefully:

"I'm going to take a look around."

He believed that the "Future" would not stay in this sea area for only a few days, and he would definitely encounter more dark nights and enter this dream world more times. Therefore, in order to prevent accidents and gain information, some exploration was necessary.

And exploration undoubtedly requires companions.

Cattleya was still sitting with her knees hugged, her tone still vague:

"Not interested."

...This is not what a mature pirate admiral should say. You could be more tactful. Madam Hermit, you are like a willful girl right now... Klein was stunned for a moment and almost suspected that he had heard it wrong. This was a bit contradictory to the image of the "Admiral of the Stars" in his mind.

Thinking of Gehrman Sparrow's side of being willing to volunteer without fear of dirt or hardship, he felt relieved and quickly came up with a guess:

The "Hermit" Cattleya is not completely awake in her dream. She can recognize that she is dreaming but cannot effectively control it!

That is, she will unconsciously show her deep-seated emotions and parts of her personality that she usually suppresses.

No wonder she said she would never be able to get close to the miraculous city across the street, because she had no awareness of exploration at all... Klein thought about it and deliberately asked tentatively:

"We might be able to find something here."

"No." Cattleya answered without hesitation, but she did not shake her head. "I will wait here, wait!"

As expected, he was in a half-asleep and half-awake state... Klein made a judgment based on the other party's reaction and tone.

Without wasting any more time, he turned around and jumped off the boulder.

Bang!

Klein put his feet on the ground and subconsciously looked back:

Admiral of the Stars Cattleya was still sitting there with her knees hugged. There was no one else around her. The frozen dusk of the city opposite shone on her, casting a long shadow on her body, interweaving with the shadows cast by the withered trees.

The mountain breeze blew gently, and the black shadows swayed slightly. Cattleya did not move at all, stubbornly waiting for something.

At this time, a "psychologist" is needed to interpret the emotions in the dream. This has nothing to do with the revelations obtained from divination... Klein curled his lips and looked around, looking for a direction to explore.

He found that to the left, right and back were all black monasteries, separated from the cliffs by high walls. No matter where he wanted to explore, he could not bypass the monastery unless he jumped off the cliff.

Since he had no other choice, Klein went straight to the dark door of the monastery.

The door was nearly ten meters high and did not look like it was built for humans. Klein looked at it for a few seconds, took a breath, stretched out his hands, and pressed on both sides of the door.

A creaking sound was heard immediately. The weight of the door was beyond Klein's imagination. His muscles bulged and his face turned red, but he could only shake the door slightly and could not push it open.

Fortunately, this is a dream. As long as I believe in it logically, I can increase my strength. There is no need to actually activate the "Creeping Hunger"... Klein exhaled the breath he had been holding, and the glove on his left palm turned pale.

With some dark green flashes, he gained the power of a "zombie". His arms suddenly became thicker and his legs suddenly swelled.

tie!

There was a heavy friction sound, and the door slowly opened, revealing the scene inside.

Two gloomy towers and a series of black buildings were connected to each other by covered bridges, forming a wide graystone square.

The square was full of holes, with huge arrows sticking out and several fires burning, as if it had been attacked before.

Klein walked through the doorway and entered the square. Unexpectedly but not surprisingly, he saw Frank Lee, Nina, Ottolov, and others there.

Is this their dream? It doesn't seem like it... Or is it that everyone's dream is limited to themselves, and then randomly appears somewhere in this world? Klein guessed uncertainly.

Frank Lee was closest to him, shoveling gravel with a shovel, and next to him were white bread, toast, fried fish and other foods that had fallen to the ground.

Is he planning to use them as nutrients to grow something? He’s even planting in his dreams… Klein approached and asked casually:

"What are you doing?"

Frank kept moving, but a smile appeared on his face:

"I have some small things that need to rest in the soil for a while before they can grow and reproduce."

"What are they used for?" Klein asked curiously and worriedly.

Frank said with a smile:

"They are a hybrid bacteria that allows bulls to produce milk, so we will get more milk and more people will drink good milk."

Let those bulls go... Klein said with a shrug:

"Will it work?"

"It works fine, but I'm worried they might not reproduce," Frank frowned.

May the god of death always favor them... Klein prayed, walked past Frank Lee, and headed towards the entrance of the black building across the square.

On the way, he passed Nina and the navigator Ottolov, who were sitting next to a collapsed stone pillar drinking.

"Have you ever thought about leaving the pirate group, finding a man to marry, and settling down somewhere when you get older? I don't think anyone wants to drift on the sea all their life." Ottolov took off his pointed hat, revealing his slightly gray hair.

His eyes and tone told Klein that his subtext was: If you want, could you consider me?

Mr. Navigator, you are old enough to be Nina's father, you should consider your health... Klein, who was passing by, heard the conversation and couldn't help but complain.

Nina took a sip of wine, looked in a certain direction and said:

“No, that’s not the life I want to live.

"Before joining you, I tried to settle down on the east coast of Feysac and stop being a pirate, but I couldn't stand that kind of boredom at all. Every day I just carried wood and moved things. At night I had to stay at home. I couldn't go to the bar or go hunting in the wild. My life didn't change at all! And I had to endure all kinds of accusations and those annoying guys. I had to worry about the police if I wanted to beat them up!

"It's better to be on the ship. Although it's boring most of the time, I can often go to different places and see different things. Haha, even in the most boring time, I can torture those guys and train them to become qualified pirates. I tell them that the one with the best performance every month can stay overnight in my room, and then I can watch them enjoy the torture excitedly. Of course, staying overnight and having sex are two different things. It depends on my mood."

Really. Female pirate... Everyone wants something different... Klein commented pertinently, not thinking that Nina's idea was necessarily wrong.

I don't slander her choice, but if she often kills, burns and robs, I don't mind exchanging her head for a bounty the next time I see her... Klein retracted his gaze and came to the place that seemed to be the entrance to the black building and the towers.

Subconsciously, he glanced to the side, and saw that the shadow in the corner looked normal, but in fact it felt different.

"Bloodless" Heath Doyle? Even in dreams, he hides in the shadows? Based on my effective knowledge of psychology, this is a manifestation of extreme lack of security... Klein pushed open the entrance door, which was also nearly ten meters high.

His eyes suddenly froze at the creaking sound.

Behind the main entrance is a spacious hall supported by two rows of thick stone pillars.

There was no candlelight in the hall and it was extremely dark. As the main door opened, the light from outside shone in, making the place clear.

Klein saw colorful murals with a fondness for gold on the walls and domes. They were connected to each other without leaving any gaps, giving the place a sense of grandeur and sacredness.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A figure had his back to Klein and was chopping a long log with an axe in his hand. No one knew what he was doing.

The figure was dressed in a white shirt and a black vest, and did not look like any of the pirates on the ship.

Someone else in this sea? Or the mysterious eyes staring at me from the deck? Klein's heart sank. He slowed down his pace and approached cautiously. He came to the side and saw the figure clearly.

He was a young-looking man with short blond hair parted in the middle and green eyes that were focused and serious.

"What are you doing? Where is this place?" Klein asked cautiously.

He intuitively believed that the other person was not the owner of those mysterious eyes.

The young man raised his hand and touched his earlobe, without turning his head, he said:

"Why are you asking? My boat sank, and I'm busy making a canoe. I don't have time to talk to you."

…Klein thought for a moment and asked again:

"Who are you?"

"Who am I? I'm Unlucky Anderson. Ever since I saw that mural, I've been shrouded in bad luck." The young man raised his hand and pointed in a direction.

Following his finger, Klein saw a mural.

Above the mural was a sea of ​​burning flames, which split in the middle, leaving a path.

On the road, there is a long team, whose members either bow their heads reverently or kneel on the ground, their goal is the depths of the sea.

Their leader was a tall, thin man with long silver hair, soft features, closed eyes, and layers of feathered wings behind him.

This... Klein's pupils suddenly contracted.

He knew the leader in the mural!

That is the "Angel of Destiny" shown by the little "Sun"!

That's the Tail-Eater, Ouroboros!