Maggie vaguely remembered that after she and Xiu finished talking about the Ice Mermaid Clan, she went back to her room to rest.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw a head of red hair.
“Sper…”
Maggie's face darkened, thinking that the twins had sneaked into her room again while she was sleeping, but after seeing what the person in front of her looked like, she swallowed the rest of her sentence.
Before me were twins who looked exactly alike, with fiery red hair just like their human forms. But as gods, they had crimson eyes that matched their hair color, instead of pure black.
It is also one of the symbols of the awakening of their Fire Spirit race.
The Fire Spirits who obtained godhood emanated a scorching aura, like a moving volcano of lava, giving one the feeling of being burned just by getting close.
They have similar facial features, but their overall temperaments are completely different: one is fiery, the other is calm; one is mischievous, the other is composed.
This contrast is as captivating as poppy.
If it were anyone else, being looked at by two pairs of affectionate, peach-blossom eyes like that, they would definitely be drawn closer without realizing it, only to end up like a moth drawn to a flame, turning to ashes.
Unfortunately, Maggie wasn't tempted at all; in fact, she was a little speechless.
She is quite accepting of the fact that she dreams of going back to the past, but she often enters the dream without any warning, making it difficult for her to distinguish between reality and dreams when she opens her eyes.
Damn it, even if you make her work two jobs at the same time and don't let her sleep or rest, you should at least give her some time to adjust...
Do you really treat her like a beast of burden?
Maggie was inwardly furious, but on the surface, she habitually put on a polite smile and gave a slightly stiff and perfunctory greeting.
"Hello?"
Maggie sat up and looked up at the twin gods.
The main problem was that she didn't know what to say; she didn't know much about the past God of Fire.
All that was known was that their race had been wiped out, with only the two of them surviving. As for how they gained the support of many weaker races during the struggle for the divine throne, and how they won the throne, Maggie basically knew nothing.
It wasn't mentioned in the comic.
This is the difference between having information and not having information. When she faced Rosette, she still had the means to retaliate, but now she has none at all.
Somewhat passive.
As for why Maggie was so serious about the twin gods, it was because one of them had a very scheming older brother.
Unlike the cunning God of Light, the elder brother of the Twin Gods was more focused on equivalent exchange... well, double the equivalent exchange.
Maggie sighed softly and looked down at the man who was looking down at her, Rephia, the brother of the God of Fire.
At this moment, his gaze was full of inquiry towards her.
"Human, how did you end up here?"
With surprise in his eyes, younger brother Weaver asked Maggie a question.
"have no idea."
Maggie blurted it out; it had become a conditioned reflex for her now. After all, she had never explained where she came from. Only Rosette, the sea god, had guessed a little, but he didn't really know much about her origins.
Thinking of Rosette, Maggie's breath hitched. The memories in her dream were complete, and combined with the memory of meeting the afterimage of the sea god in reality, Maggie almost broke apart.
If the twins of the God of Fire hadn't been right in front of her, Maggie would have rushed back to the Mermaid Kingdom and given Rosette a good beating.
Neuropathy!
She already said she wasn't his future partner, yet he still dared to kiss her!
Maggie grew angrier the more she thought about it; compared to the confusion she felt when her memory was incomplete, she was now filled with rage.
What is the cause of your anger?
No matter how calm Maggie tried to hide it, her brother Rivera still noticed the change in her emotions. He narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming more scrutinizing than his gentle and composed demeanor in his human form.
It was as if they were trying to figure out where she came from.
"nothing."
Maggie patted her bottom and stood up, her tone light and nonchalant, clearly unconcerned.
She knew that Raphia was probably thinking about how to make a 'deal' with her, but she had no interest in making a deal with a stingy person, and besides, she couldn't take it away in a dream.
"Human, you haven't answered my question yet."
Dissatisfied with Maggie's perfunctory answer, her younger brother Weaver stood in front of her, forcing her to look him in the eye and answer his question.
"Didn't I say I didn't know...?"
Maggie said those words listlessly, then walked past Weaver's arm and headed forward.
Her stubborn younger brother always gave her the urge to crack open his skull and see what was inside.
With Weavera's large head no longer obscuring her view, Maggie was finally able to see her surroundings clearly.
She... or rather... they were in a valley shrouded in thick fog. Unlike Dragon Valley, where one could see straight through, this place was surrounded by dense white fog, making it impossible to see anything beyond three meters.
Good, she can roughly guess what's going on now, and she just needs to help them get out of here.
I never expected they would be trapped in such a misty valley. They're so useless; they don't seem like false gods at all.
Maggie stroked her chin and muttered to herself.
At that moment, Weaver was not willing to give up and wanted to step forward to stop Maggie, but was interrupted by his own brother.
She wasn't lying.
Raphia spoke up, stopping Wefia from continuing to chase after them.
"Are you trying to get out? I can help."
Maggie asked very proactively.
She wanted to get things over with quickly, and each time she dreamt of it, it would drag on for several days. She could vaguely sense that the longer it dragged on, the more her head would hurt when she woke up. Maggie was really worried about her health.
Although she was a human with a half-undead body, she was not exactly healthy.
"..."
Maggie felt increasingly heartbroken; the future looked bleak.
"No, we should say we're trying to wake up."
Raphia spoke in a flat tone, but Maggie didn't understand what she was saying.
"?"
Maggie was bewildered; weren't these two people standing right in front of her?
How to wake up, and what to use to wake up.
“This is our conscious space, not the real environment, which is why my brother asked you where you came from.”
Rafia didn't hide anything from Maggie. His tone was as calm as ever, but it left Maggie stunned.
Goodness.
It's one thing to dream of traveling back to the past, but this is a dream within a dream; she's even appeared in someone else's dream.
So what is she now? Is she also considered a consciousness?
Maggie was filled with questions.
"So you're trapped in your own consciousness? And why?"
Only by knowing more clues can she come up with a solution; this is Maggie's way of thinking.
This is a truly sad story. What was supposed to be an escape from the wilderness and leaving the valley has now turned into the arduous task of helping them wake up.
Otherwise, we would definitely miss the God War.
A person is trapped in the space of consciousness while their body is exposed. Let alone participating in a war of gods, they could very well be picked off and killed by their opponent in reality.
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